Least Read Poems About Religion
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Xaphan
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 10:03pm
3rd Jun 2020 10:03pm
Ghosts Of Your Gods
Ghosts of your gods were roaming the decks of our intergalactic ships
Haunting parasitic phantoms, raised in the infernos of the apocalypse
Our creators, 'creators', lost their humanity and chose another course
Surreptitiously infiltrating like a virus, as malevolent as a Trojan horse
They were here to oppress us with their commandments and controls
Searching for our fealty as they moralised from their imaginary scrolls
Optical illusionists, conjured delusions, with empty hologram spectres
Finagling with theophany under the judiciary of their burning...
Haunting parasitic phantoms, raised in the infernos of the apocalypse
Our creators, 'creators', lost their humanity and chose another course
Surreptitiously infiltrating like a virus, as malevolent as a Trojan horse
They were here to oppress us with their commandments and controls
Searching for our fealty as they moralised from their imaginary scrolls
Optical illusionists, conjured delusions, with empty hologram spectres
Finagling with theophany under the judiciary of their burning...
#technology
#religion
#humankind #scifi
#humankind #scifi
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anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 8:53pm
3rd Jun 2020 8:53pm
Key of A Prison
Go abroad, stretch your periphery
Your words are too narrow
I was imprisoned so long
Subject to the shadow
Of your undying judgment.
Your words are too narrow
I was imprisoned so long
Subject to the shadow
Of your undying judgment.
#mother
#father
#religion #hurt
#religion #hurt
18 reads
2 Comments
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
23 reads
1 Comment
Em-ily
Poem Published
31st May 2020 6:29pm
31st May 2020 6:29pm
3 April 1850
Can I console so far off, wont the comfort
and be not, when my letter gets there? How I
been sick, and why haven't you told me before, we
one another! How very much you have suffered
anything about it, but supposed you away in
thinking of home, and sometimes of us, and a
home. I have dreamed of you, and talked of you
and have almost thought I should see you, it
way would help me, and a providence would be
have not come, and I am so very tired of waiting,
would come in vacation, and I looked towards it ...
and be not, when my letter gets there? How I
been sick, and why haven't you told me before, we
one another! How very much you have suffered
anything about it, but supposed you away in
thinking of home, and sometimes of us, and a
home. I have dreamed of you, and talked of you
and have almost thought I should see you, it
way would help me, and a providence would be
have not come, and I am so very tired of waiting,
would come in vacation, and I looked towards it ...
#religion
#EmilyDickinson
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rabbitquest
Poem Published
14th May 2020 6:11am
14th May 2020 6:11am
So that's why religion is faltering
The car runs good has some body blemishes. The car is missing the catholic converter.
#religion
24 reads
1 Comment
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 11:04pm
15th Apr 2020 11:04pm
hall of fame chart over easter
perhaps as much as the goldberg variation
BWV 988 aria is some sort of cliche...
and somehow... there aren't any tinges
of plagiarism in tchaikovsky's 1812 overture
plagiarisms of la marseillaise?
well of course there would be tinges
of it: how did it manage to stay up
in classic.fm's hall of fame chart for several
years at no. 1 -
does listening to it somehow imbue
more imagination than a tolstoy epic:
or one is more inclined to listen to the overture...
than read *war and peace* for
15...
BWV 988 aria is some sort of cliche...
and somehow... there aren't any tinges
of plagiarism in tchaikovsky's 1812 overture
plagiarisms of la marseillaise?
well of course there would be tinges
of it: how did it manage to stay up
in classic.fm's hall of fame chart for several
years at no. 1 -
does listening to it somehow imbue
more imagination than a tolstoy epic:
or one is more inclined to listen to the overture...
than read *war and peace* for
15...
#religion
#nostalgia
#symbolism
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0 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
29th Apr 2020 2:11am
29th Apr 2020 2:11am
internet ketchup: the old wailing wall of graffiti
call it culture... call it: kul-toor... something "cool"...
i've just drank a bottle of wine and
i'm far from... feeling an armchair moment
of enjoying: whatever it is i'm supposed to enjoy...
millenial woes...
h3h3... the whole list... it's really your standard
packet of pork chops...
i would be much prouder if i were...
adamantly watching an english soap-opera...
at least that sort of "consumering" makes
it to a pub quiz status... the trivia the knowledge:
the machine gun and blank stares:
who's who?
...
i've just drank a bottle of wine and
i'm far from... feeling an armchair moment
of enjoying: whatever it is i'm supposed to enjoy...
millenial woes...
h3h3... the whole list... it's really your standard
packet of pork chops...
i would be much prouder if i were...
adamantly watching an english soap-opera...
at least that sort of "consumering" makes
it to a pub quiz status... the trivia the knowledge:
the machine gun and blank stares:
who's who?
...
#religion
#StreamOfConsciousness
28 reads
2 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
6th May 2020 00:25am
6th May 2020 00:25am
"Conviction" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 3/11/2014
#religion
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#confusion
#denial
33 reads
0 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
16th Apr 2020 9:59pm
16th Apr 2020 9:59pm
Soothsayer
Throw the bones to reveal
secrets cloaked by the rose
petals shed at the request
at fortune teller’s waned bequest
the path beyond may be obscured
when the fates are then demurred
claiming that knowledge holds
the many dangers of tainted gold
convictions of joy embraced
divination now common place
ask the supplicants of lost hopes
what the portents may yet disclose
perhaps the gods will explain
their domain is prophecy
by auspices of the soothsayer
a glimpse is seen beyond the prayers.
©...
secrets cloaked by the rose
petals shed at the request
at fortune teller’s waned bequest
the path beyond may be obscured
when the fates are then demurred
claiming that knowledge holds
the many dangers of tainted gold
convictions of joy embraced
divination now common place
ask the supplicants of lost hopes
what the portents may yet disclose
perhaps the gods will explain
their domain is prophecy
by auspices of the soothsayer
a glimpse is seen beyond the prayers.
©...
#religion
34 reads
1 Comment
Neoma
Poem Published
31st May 2020 7:08pm
31st May 2020 7:08pm
Cloacina
Is a Goddess
#religion
#spiritual
34 reads
10 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 5:39pm
20th Apr 2020 5:39pm
Jericho
You had your followers,
institute window watchers
who told the guards your secrets
for a pocket full of un-swallowed calm,
yet still they came for you at night.
Non believers with hot Bourbon breath
would spit on your claims
hold cameras in your face
looking for a trace of divinity,
slowly rewinding each frame.
No one was ready
the day your father came,
his visit unlocked every door,
scuff the polished floor
with streaks of dug in heals,
dragged kicking into a pyre
that you climbed before the thunder...
institute window watchers
who told the guards your secrets
for a pocket full of un-swallowed calm,
yet still they came for you at night.
Non believers with hot Bourbon breath
would spit on your claims
hold cameras in your face
looking for a trace of divinity,
slowly rewinding each frame.
No one was ready
the day your father came,
his visit unlocked every door,
scuff the polished floor
with streaks of dug in heals,
dragged kicking into a pyre
that you climbed before the thunder...
#war
#religion
34 reads
6 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 8:39pm
26th Apr 2020 8:39pm
The Most Awaited Month
The month of Ramadhan is here
The most awaited month of all in a year
The month were poor and rich alike feel the same hunger and thirst during the day for one month
It is a month of sacrifice and piety
A month of purification of body and spirit
A month full of blessings and mercy
A month when the rewards of all good deeds are multiplied
A month of expiation for all sins committed manifest or not
Tonight at dawn will be the first saum
And every believer is excited
To begin his fast in the hope of gaining
The pleasure of his...
The most awaited month of all in a year
The month were poor and rich alike feel the same hunger and thirst during the day for one month
It is a month of sacrifice and piety
A month of purification of body and spirit
A month full of blessings and mercy
A month when the rewards of all good deeds are multiplied
A month of expiation for all sins committed manifest or not
Tonight at dawn will be the first saum
And every believer is excited
To begin his fast in the hope of gaining
The pleasure of his...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual #NaPoWriMo2020
#spiritual #NaPoWriMo2020
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Religion
