Least Read Poems About Religion
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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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2 Comments
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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3 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
24 reads
1 Comment
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 2:08am
2nd Jun 2021 2:08am
He will not rise again
Winter, 1170
Boys descended London hills
on skates made of shinbones. The lee
was thronged with boats depositing,
and merchants undertaking
what business was left, by chills
temporal sweeping through Time’s alleyways.
The Mays and Aprils not yet come to greet
his holiness, the Archbishop,
since his return from France
some twenty and four days ago,
the low-born clerk was harrowed from his prayers
by four knights of the royal arms.
Swords were drawn and Thomas Becket’s blood
and brains...
Boys descended London hills
on skates made of shinbones. The lee
was thronged with boats depositing,
and merchants undertaking
what business was left, by chills
temporal sweeping through Time’s alleyways.
The Mays and Aprils not yet come to greet
his holiness, the Archbishop,
since his return from France
some twenty and four days ago,
the low-born clerk was harrowed from his prayers
by four knights of the royal arms.
Swords were drawn and Thomas Becket’s blood
and brains...
#religion
#faith
#rebirth
#mythology
#philosophical
29 reads
2 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 3:07am
26th Jun 2022 3:07am
Spiritualities
Juha Jarrinen
Has found his Spiritual way
While also creating marvelous works.
You sense that he has achieved inner peace
While also keeping his feet on the ground.
He takes his time to let the wood speak to him
Just like the artist who looks at a block of marble
And while chiseling away finds the great wonder inside,
Just like Michelangelo did.
Jarrinen feels there will be the right and long lasting connection
Between a specific drum and the appropriate Shaman.
Michelangelo worked for a pope
A different sort of spirituality ...
Has found his Spiritual way
While also creating marvelous works.
You sense that he has achieved inner peace
While also keeping his feet on the ground.
He takes his time to let the wood speak to him
Just like the artist who looks at a block of marble
And while chiseling away finds the great wonder inside,
Just like Michelangelo did.
Jarrinen feels there will be the right and long lasting connection
Between a specific drum and the appropriate Shaman.
Michelangelo worked for a pope
A different sort of spirituality ...
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
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0 Comments
CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2022 00:47am
3rd Jul 2022 00:47am
Stoker stoking the Fire - #7
Cemetary grounds stirred
convexley
rose the summoned undead
formation they bridged
silently slew sentries
Seminarily
on that far ridge
and unblessed them
with blasphemies
unbooking the training
that lay in them hid
second day of the fight
a battle division
led across murderous ground
concealed by sorcery
to their destination
act of precision
what came out of Devils’ Den
was a great abomination
they claimed
like foul beasts of Revelation
rotting and ripping with...
convexley
rose the summoned undead
formation they bridged
silently slew sentries
Seminarily
on that far ridge
and unblessed them
with blasphemies
unbooking the training
that lay in them hid
second day of the fight
a battle division
led across murderous ground
concealed by sorcery
to their destination
act of precision
what came out of Devils’ Den
was a great abomination
they claimed
like foul beasts of Revelation
rotting and ripping with...
#evil
#religion
#apocalypse
#horror
#military
31 reads
2 Comments
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
36 reads
5 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 8:29pm
27th Jun 2022 8:29pm
MAN CREATED GOD
God didn’t create man, man created god?
Is there an omnipotent one?
Or does the human race have such a need for answers, and to be wanted, that it can create new worlds and ideas that shape our lives today or are these worlds so real we cant escape them?
Well what is the answer? Answers are just excuses.
No one really knows true answers, scientists believe they have all the answers, they speak and we believe all they have to do is wrap up a problem with numbers and calculations they call it an answer but all it is, is a theory of what they want to believe they do...
Is there an omnipotent one?
Or does the human race have such a need for answers, and to be wanted, that it can create new worlds and ideas that shape our lives today or are these worlds so real we cant escape them?
Well what is the answer? Answers are just excuses.
No one really knows true answers, scientists believe they have all the answers, they speak and we believe all they have to do is wrap up a problem with numbers and calculations they call it an answer but all it is, is a theory of what they want to believe they do...
#religion
#God
#humankind
40 reads
1 Comment
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
11th Jun 2022 5:11am
11th Jun 2022 5:11am
Understanding Why Faith
I am interested most of all in the interplay between the spiritual and the material
It is instructive to me to
Within to each other, within
To see how the two mix within
Humans are a mess of contradictions
But there is So Much Good
And that's why
I observe Faith, because I have Faith
It is instructive to me to
Within to each other, within
To see how the two mix within
Humans are a mess of contradictions
But there is So Much Good
And that's why
I observe Faith, because I have Faith
#religion
#Christian
#faith
45 reads
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 4:47am
23rd Jun 2022 4:47am
I want to be real
I want to be real. My face from the inside, almost always, like, a lot of percent, feels like eyes looking out from a man's face. Like that is what I'm looking out from behind, and even though I know it's not real, like the red hot iron mask which disfigures the outside, causing resultant disfigurement on the inside. I hate it bad but it's just habit, just not staying background focused enough. That's the trick, and I haven't trained myself yet well enough, so im always falling down around myself over it. That's how i live. Trying to train myself to allow my own face, my own eyes, instead of...
#religion
#faith
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1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2022 7:37pm
2nd Jul 2022 7:37pm
I'm no damn Vampire, No damn Priest, Just Pragmatic and Horny
My muse thinks I've lost it
She isn't saying but i can read her
This vampire crap is just angry mosquitoes
Check out my ankles and hands, bring sunglasses
Forget religion and anything spiritual
Closest I come to spiritual is Old Forester 115 Proof
Translation: work with what you got, stop all the emoji bull
Sure one or two are funny, you know me, stop right there
Ok
Horny part, none of your damn business
I've done something none of you candy ass mofos could ever fathom
Still, it leaves me high and dry, bring me the crop...
She isn't saying but i can read her
This vampire crap is just angry mosquitoes
Check out my ankles and hands, bring sunglasses
Forget religion and anything spiritual
Closest I come to spiritual is Old Forester 115 Proof
Translation: work with what you got, stop all the emoji bull
Sure one or two are funny, you know me, stop right there
Ok
Horny part, none of your damn business
I've done something none of you candy ass mofos could ever fathom
Still, it leaves me high and dry, bring me the crop...
#anger
#lust
#religion
#music
#confessional
53 reads
18 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
5th Apr 2022 1:25am
5th Apr 2022 1:25am
Irrelevant Games
Your satan and god
Are one and the same
Reflections of your ignorance
Completely deranged
You're lost in the fog
Not knowing which way
Deflections of your existence
Are one in the same
Whole hearted
Cardiac on trial
Arresting the dial
The pain, it seems vital
Cold hearted
Defrost the vial
Black ice for miles
The type of blood on trial
Knowingly lost
With no one to blame
Quickly forgotten name
All washed away
Your satan and god
Conveniently blamed ...
Are one and the same
Reflections of your ignorance
Completely deranged
You're lost in the fog
Not knowing which way
Deflections of your existence
Are one in the same
Whole hearted
Cardiac on trial
Arresting the dial
The pain, it seems vital
Cold hearted
Defrost the vial
Black ice for miles
The type of blood on trial
Knowingly lost
With no one to blame
Quickly forgotten name
All washed away
Your satan and god
Conveniently blamed ...
#religion
56 reads
2 Comments
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