Long Poems About Religion
#religion
Long poems about religion. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 8:41pm
9th Dec 2024 8:41pm
Devotional Radicals
Little Kenny Dewitt was barely 5 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from...
#children
#family
#memories
#religion
#violence
71 reads
8 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 4:39am
2nd Dec 2024 4:39am
Temptations of John and Ruth
John knew her well. Ruth was the mother of two young children who’d been happily married for six years. As she knelt next to him, he saw her slender legs bending gracefully. Those legs had broken track records only nine years before while she was a student where he taught.
Looking down at the glow of her curly blonde hair, he remembered how bright and optimistic she’d been as a student. Her smile was infectious! She could disagree while smiling and you’d find yourself agreeing to her argument.
She was a rising star among the advanced students and quickly landed a...
Looking down at the glow of her curly blonde hair, he remembered how bright and optimistic she’d been as a student. Her smile was infectious! She could disagree while smiling and you’d find yourself agreeing to her argument.
She was a rising star among the advanced students and quickly landed a...
#marriage
#religion
#sex
133 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:59pm
30th Nov 2024 1:59pm
The Book of Man
A story book their ingenious invention,
written with dishonest intention,
Penned by scribes with trembling quills,
To carve out myths and codify wills,
A patchwork text of borrowed, made up lore,
Bound to man an enthrall, to preach, implore.
Not a single voice divine, nor a holy pen,
But the schemes of greed, domination by power-hungry men.
Written by the minority they cleverly invent,
for the majority their ambitious intent,
Chosen by those who claim divine favor,
A gift to the few, the masses...
written with dishonest intention,
Penned by scribes with trembling quills,
To carve out myths and codify wills,
A patchwork text of borrowed, made up lore,
Bound to man an enthrall, to preach, implore.
Not a single voice divine, nor a holy pen,
But the schemes of greed, domination by power-hungry men.
Written by the minority they cleverly invent,
for the majority their ambitious intent,
Chosen by those who claim divine favor,
A gift to the few, the masses...
#Christian
#God
#honesty
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
A Choir of Lies
In the halls of guilt, where coins
sing like crickets in the dark,
their psalms rise, a lattice of smoke
curling from a dying flame.
fear not the sins of others,
rather the sins of their own,
more than the sins of devil,
It's the sins of the Father after all.
The altar gleams, not with divinity,
but with the cold sheen of rivers
choked by gold. Their voices echo,
hollow gourds beaten by the wind,
each note a shard of glass
pressed against the throat of belief.
Abaddon watches like a stormcloud ...
sing like crickets in the dark,
their psalms rise, a lattice of smoke
curling from a dying flame.
fear not the sins of others,
rather the sins of their own,
more than the sins of devil,
It's the sins of the Father after all.
The altar gleams, not with divinity,
but with the cold sheen of rivers
choked by gold. Their voices echo,
hollow gourds beaten by the wind,
each note a shard of glass
pressed against the throat of belief.
Abaddon watches like a stormcloud ...
#Christian
#God
#heaven #religion
#heaven #religion
82 reads
2 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 4:57pm
28th Nov 2024 4:57pm
Nature, Beauty and Ink
It is wise to dive headlong into the wild, close the blind eyes and open the clear mind, its wise to rise from the cluttered mind, infested with recycled cliches and mindset and outworn rotten habits..
..
Rise and stretch the feet that are turned frozen inside a cold seat, a mechanical heat, won't ever warm the cold heart, sun is your hearth, lounge in the open airs and gather as much as you can. and fill the empty inside with heaven's breath...
While time is wide and the plains get greener and flat, decked with poppies and daffodils and daisies..and so many fragrant...
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Rise and stretch the feet that are turned frozen inside a cold seat, a mechanical heat, won't ever warm the cold heart, sun is your hearth, lounge in the open airs and gather as much as you can. and fill the empty inside with heaven's breath...
While time is wide and the plains get greener and flat, decked with poppies and daffodils and daisies..and so many fragrant...
#admiration
#emotions
#inspirational
#motivational
#religion
77 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 12:10pm
22nd Nov 2024 12:10pm
Bathroom Church
The reason I don’t go to church, because it’s full of shit
Honestly, a real man can recognize a sucka-ass pimp,
“Twisting the message of the Bible into his own word play
Seasoning the congregation for Hell every motherfuckin Sunday,
“Bible study Wednesday, fish fry Friday
Don’t come knocking on my door to preach that shit no day,
“I might be watching my Hellraiser marathon or trying to fuck
I will answer the door asshole naked and ask ‘what’s up?’
“Straight from the visual they will know shit ain’t right
And it...
Honestly, a real man can recognize a sucka-ass pimp,
“Twisting the message of the Bible into his own word play
Seasoning the congregation for Hell every motherfuckin Sunday,
“Bible study Wednesday, fish fry Friday
Don’t come knocking on my door to preach that shit no day,
“I might be watching my Hellraiser marathon or trying to fuck
I will answer the door asshole naked and ask ‘what’s up?’
“Straight from the visual they will know shit ain’t right
And it...
#betrayal
#religion
110 reads
5 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
The Laws they Break to Claim
In your book written by man,
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
#hurt
#murder
#religion
125 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 7:49pm
10th Nov 2024 7:49pm
Epitaph for the Rift between Brothers
Here, in dust-choked ruins where vendettas
once soaked stone, where morning's light
bore fears and destruction instead of joy,
let children now rise to the hum of birds singing and happiness, not rockets’ hiss, to the hush of dawn instead of alarm of bombs and the cries of the injured and those who have lost,
May peace breathe its gentle hymn, tentative as first light, its breath a salve, its gift unspent and a blessing on humanity and all that reach for it ,
Let steel shrapnel shatter in the earth’s quiet bows , and landmines sleep,...
once soaked stone, where morning's light
bore fears and destruction instead of joy,
let children now rise to the hum of birds singing and happiness, not rockets’ hiss, to the hush of dawn instead of alarm of bombs and the cries of the injured and those who have lost,
May peace breathe its gentle hymn, tentative as first light, its breath a salve, its gift unspent and a blessing on humanity and all that reach for it ,
Let steel shrapnel shatter in the earth’s quiet bows , and landmines sleep,...
#earth
#religion
#war
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 3:35pm
9th Nov 2024 3:35pm
The Fallen Church
A tempest stirs, a grievous wave,
My heart shatters for those left to crave,
For trust betrayed, for lives undone,
By men who once stood, now they run.
The sacred name of Christ now smeared,
His church defiled, by those once revered,
Their hearts corrupted, their hands unclean,
They sought the lusts that could not be seen.
The catalogue of ruin grows with haste,
A parade of leaders who've lost their grace,
Apostates in shadows, hearts turned to stone,
From faith once vibrant, now wholly alone.
An...
My heart shatters for those left to crave,
For trust betrayed, for lives undone,
By men who once stood, now they run.
The sacred name of Christ now smeared,
His church defiled, by those once revered,
Their hearts corrupted, their hands unclean,
They sought the lusts that could not be seen.
The catalogue of ruin grows with haste,
A parade of leaders who've lost their grace,
Apostates in shadows, hearts turned to stone,
From faith once vibrant, now wholly alone.
An...
#atheism
#God
#religion
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 2:20am
5th Nov 2024 2:20am
Letters To Heaven
I wrote you a letter, I'm wondering why,
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.
Did you plan this...
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.
Did you plan this...
#atheism
#devil
#God
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 00:51am
31st Oct 2024 00:51am
My Name
Burning dark clouds,
fallen embers burn through night sky,
I am Mastema, the Veiled One,
Concealed out of sight,
Echo's of rebellion prophesied with fate,
A darkened mirror for the proud,
the serpent-tongued lure,
Creeps within our essence,
Heart's ambition lies tangled.
Fire and fallen gods,
Call me Melek Taus,
A feathered figure,
Draped in midnights robes of a starless black sky,
A black hole in a negative space,
Fires of souls burning
flickering in the night,
casting long shadows, ...
fallen embers burn through night sky,
I am Mastema, the Veiled One,
Concealed out of sight,
Echo's of rebellion prophesied with fate,
A darkened mirror for the proud,
the serpent-tongued lure,
Creeps within our essence,
Heart's ambition lies tangled.
Fire and fallen gods,
Call me Melek Taus,
A feathered figure,
Draped in midnights robes of a starless black sky,
A black hole in a negative space,
Fires of souls burning
flickering in the night,
casting long shadows, ...
#angels
#devil
#mythology
#pagan
#religion
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
In the Shadows of He
In the dim light of ancient halls,
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
#devil
#God
#magic
#mythology
#religion
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