Least Read Poems About Religion
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 9:41pm
16th Dec 2022 9:41pm
AMOR ETERNO
Te amo, O Dios, con todo mi corazon
Con todo mi mente y mi ser.
Con todo lo que tengo en mi interior
Deseas verdad en lo mas intimo de nosotros
Te amo hasta que la luna no de su luz
Ni el sol su calor.
Hasta que Tu verdad deje de existir
No por ley del hombre
Sino por el fin de la eternidad
Te amare y te alabare porque eres lo mas amoroso que hay en la vida
Aunqu seamos infieles, Tu sigues siendo fiel
Pues, no te nace ni te niegas a Ti mismo
Es Tu verdad por todas las generaciones.
Apesar de todas las cosas, te...
Con todo mi mente y mi ser.
Con todo lo que tengo en mi interior
Deseas verdad en lo mas intimo de nosotros
Te amo hasta que la luna no de su luz
Ni el sol su calor.
Hasta que Tu verdad deje de existir
No por ley del hombre
Sino por el fin de la eternidad
Te amare y te alabare porque eres lo mas amoroso que hay en la vida
Aunqu seamos infieles, Tu sigues siendo fiel
Pues, no te nace ni te niegas a Ti mismo
Es Tu verdad por todas las generaciones.
Apesar de todas las cosas, te...
#religion
#Christian
#faith #spiritual
#faith #spiritual
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
MISCONCEPTION
Misconception is worst than a lie and worst than deception.
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
#religion
#Christian
#TruthOfLife #tradition
#TruthOfLife #tradition
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Shakespearan-Sweet
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 4:03pm
7th Jun 2020 4:03pm
Unconsciousness Ink
I CANT BREATH”!
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
“I CANT BREATH”!
“Without God’s love”
“Without God’s love”
"My God, My God,
“why hast thou forsaken me?"
(“Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?”)
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#God
#freedom
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cityoflullabies
Wrath
Wrath
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 00:47am
9th Apr 2024 00:47am
Rabbit Religion
I am a cat
and you are a rabbit with a Jonah complex
you see my pointed teeth,
my hungry eyes that
follow you around the room
as you undress
and they call to you like a siren song
you make your home
at the back of my throat,
sleep softly under my tongue
you see the jaws of death around you every second
and I would love to hear about what kind of religion
a little bunny like you subscribes to
which gives you such faith
that they will never...
and you are a rabbit with a Jonah complex
you see my pointed teeth,
my hungry eyes that
follow you around the room
as you undress
and they call to you like a siren song
you make your home
at the back of my throat,
sleep softly under my tongue
you see the jaws of death around you every second
and I would love to hear about what kind of religion
a little bunny like you subscribes to
which gives you such faith
that they will never...
#love
#religion
#faith
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 9:35am
9th Apr 2024 9:35am
Valhalla
Valhalla
rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers
they can warm up, Sunday's leftovers
it is said ennui is the day when the brain rest
that is why the slamming of car doors
is frowned upon.
I know of a man when building a home, used
gravestones as building material
He stayed in the house one night
could not stand
the whispering voice let me out of here
it was all a mistake
Moved into the barn shared...
rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers
they can warm up, Sunday's leftovers
it is said ennui is the day when the brain rest
that is why the slamming of car doors
is frowned upon.
I know of a man when building a home, used
gravestones as building material
He stayed in the house one night
could not stand
the whispering voice let me out of here
it was all a mistake
Moved into the barn shared...
#religion
#Christian
#prayer
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
10th Nov 2017 3:13pm
10th Nov 2017 3:13pm
Seize The Opportunity
There may come a time a golden opportunity will come around
And you'll have to shut off the voices that surround
Heed not to the fears that whisper in your ear
That golden opportunity may be the one to wipe away your tear.
You may have to bend and break some rules,
Hear the scorns of those who will say you're a fool.
You may have to break out of your circle and forget all that you were taught
To obtain that which you so badly sought.
You may have to endure the rising wars within and around you
But letting go of the gold you'll regret...
And you'll have to shut off the voices that surround
Heed not to the fears that whisper in your ear
That golden opportunity may be the one to wipe away your tear.
You may have to bend and break some rules,
Hear the scorns of those who will say you're a fool.
You may have to break out of your circle and forget all that you were taught
To obtain that which you so badly sought.
You may have to endure the rising wars within and around you
But letting go of the gold you'll regret...
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#spiritual
#humankind
#uplifting
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
HOPELESS
Imagine if there was NO heaven
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
#hope
#religion
#God
#Christian
#SelfReflection
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
28th Dec 2017 7:52am
28th Dec 2017 7:52am
Celebrating You
Today is your special day
And even though you are a heaven away
We carry the cherished memory of you
Remembering 65 years ago today
You were born into the world
To bless our lives and touch our hearts.
You were heaven sent, a borrowed gift to us.
You were in the Earth but not of this world
You played the role of mom & friend
But Lord knows you were His angel
Sent with a mission to show us the perfect unity
That exists in heaven
Among the angels and saints
.
You were the glue that bound us together
Now you are gone,...
And even though you are a heaven away
We carry the cherished memory of you
Remembering 65 years ago today
You were born into the world
To bless our lives and touch our hearts.
You were heaven sent, a borrowed gift to us.
You were in the Earth but not of this world
You played the role of mom & friend
But Lord knows you were His angel
Sent with a mission to show us the perfect unity
That exists in heaven
Among the angels and saints
.
You were the glue that bound us together
Now you are gone,...
#love
#religion
#angels
#heaven
#memories
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5 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:24pm
Yesterday 2:24pm
Chapter 13 Inner Struggle in the Church Pew
Chapter 13 Inner Struggle in the Church Pew
“When you follow the desires of your sinful nature, the results are very clear: sexual immorality, impurity, lustful pleasures…” Galatians 5:19
As Brittney heard the scripture read, she felt a whirlwind of shock, guilt, and fear. As the pastor continued, she couldn't shake the feeling that the message was directed straight at her, exposing her deepest secrets and desires for all to see.
The mention of "sinful nature" and the consequences of following it sent a flush of embarrassment creeping up her...
“When you follow the desires of your sinful nature, the results are very clear: sexual immorality, impurity, lustful pleasures…” Galatians 5:19
As Brittney heard the scripture read, she felt a whirlwind of shock, guilt, and fear. As the pastor continued, she couldn't shake the feeling that the message was directed straight at her, exposing her deepest secrets and desires for all to see.
The mention of "sinful nature" and the consequences of following it sent a flush of embarrassment creeping up her...
#betrayal
#marriage
#motherhood
#religion
#sex
39 reads
1 Comment
cityoflullabies
Wrath
Wrath
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:59am
7th Apr 2024 00:59am
God of the Sound of Particularly Tender Laughter
you have this affinity
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
#religion
#Romanticism
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PAR
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 11:12am
23rd Dec 2023 11:12am
The Road to Hel
I stand before the road to Hel
where Wotan sits on his high throne.
He stares at me with a piercing eye
and weighs my deeds and all my lies.
Knows my heart and all my thoughts,
sees my flaws and all my faults.
He judges me with stern decree
and tells me what my fate will be...
He says I have not lived with honor,
I have not served the gods with valor,
I have not kept my oaths and vows,
I have not earned his grace or brows.
He says I must enter the road to Hel
and suffer out there the worst of hells.
He says I...
where Wotan sits on his high throne.
He stares at me with a piercing eye
and weighs my deeds and all my lies.
Knows my heart and all my thoughts,
sees my flaws and all my faults.
He judges me with stern decree
and tells me what my fate will be...
He says I have not lived with honor,
I have not served the gods with valor,
I have not kept my oaths and vows,
I have not earned his grace or brows.
He says I must enter the road to Hel
and suffer out there the worst of hells.
He says I...
#religion
#hell
#mythology #tradition
#mythology #tradition
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Rew
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 4:47pm
23rd Mar 2024 4:47pm
The Fear Stings
I passed away long years ago
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
#death
#religion
#Christian
#rebirth
#rhyming
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