Long Poems About Religion
#religion
Long poems about religion. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:14pm
Yesterday 7:14pm
Sacred blood
In the gray sand he was one rock
Cut from a long extinct genetic stock
He alone had tasted the world's taint
Risen from martyr to the bloodied saint
Here he was tasting betrayal and death
Acidic prayers escaping his ragged breath
Against him stood the once noble horde
All he had was his faith and his steel sword
Fire raged in his once steadfast head
He knew here in time he would lay dead
So he readied his chosen stance
Ready to once more choose deaths dance
Here was his privilege to finally go and die
But first against...
Cut from a long extinct genetic stock
He alone had tasted the world's taint
Risen from martyr to the bloodied saint
Here he was tasting betrayal and death
Acidic prayers escaping his ragged breath
Against him stood the once noble horde
All he had was his faith and his steel sword
Fire raged in his once steadfast head
He knew here in time he would lay dead
So he readied his chosen stance
Ready to once more choose deaths dance
Here was his privilege to finally go and die
But first against...
#dark
#religion
#rhyming
#FreeVerse
#vampires
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Drieks
Poem Published
14th Jan 2021 9:52am
14th Jan 2021 9:52am
Blasphemous
Bled out.
Life left me, time to head for check out.
Can’t shout.
Wife left me, no doubt she took the same route.
Nothing but strangers in this crowd...
Red pools reflecting clouds and planes.
Another insane out-of-bloody experience.
Mudded by heavy rains.
Speeding through these crowded lanes thus ending up with empty veins.
No eyes on the dash cause we’re all out of brains.
Wait, read that again for me.
Yeah, out of brains most literally.
Help me after the fact. Help me please.
Put my spirit back...
Life left me, time to head for check out.
Can’t shout.
Wife left me, no doubt she took the same route.
Nothing but strangers in this crowd...
Red pools reflecting clouds and planes.
Another insane out-of-bloody experience.
Mudded by heavy rains.
Speeding through these crowded lanes thus ending up with empty veins.
No eyes on the dash cause we’re all out of brains.
Wait, read that again for me.
Yeah, out of brains most literally.
Help me after the fact. Help me please.
Put my spirit back...
#dark
#lies
#betrayal
#religion
#rap
25 reads
2 Comments
marwen
Mani67
Mani67
Poem Published
11th Dec 2020 12:48pm
11th Dec 2020 12:48pm
I met you many times
I tell you fellow
I met you many times
Have you?
I ramble with you in my lucid mind
When the idea comes through
And with your silence you address me
They say you’re utterly kind
You understand my verity and my view
And you came to set me free
I don’t wear a mask, I will not be blind
This uncomfortable feeling is not new
When strange things are over, knowledge is the key
Remember when you dined
with some raggedy folks sitting by you
You shared your potion and meal with thee
I wasn’t there,...
I met you many times
Have you?
I ramble with you in my lucid mind
When the idea comes through
And with your silence you address me
They say you’re utterly kind
You understand my verity and my view
And you came to set me free
I don’t wear a mask, I will not be blind
This uncomfortable feeling is not new
When strange things are over, knowledge is the key
Remember when you dined
with some raggedy folks sitting by you
You shared your potion and meal with thee
I wasn’t there,...
#friendship
#religion
#spiritual
48 reads
5 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
26th Nov 2020 00:36am
26th Nov 2020 00:36am
Just Look At The Bright Side, Asshole.
(is) this, or [is] that ?
an'other confoundulated, or p'haps
s t u p i d query.....of questionable
etymology, indeed,
wee'd be so much in need now that it could
it could
it could be ripping fun.
The Possibilities are infinitely endless, downright limitless,
an ego fueled eternity. And that ...
an'other confoundulated, or p'haps
s t u p i d query.....of questionable
etymology, indeed,
wee'd be so much in need now that it could
it could
it could be ripping fun.
The Possibilities are infinitely endless, downright limitless,
an ego fueled eternity. And that ...
#children
#abuse
#religion
#Christian
#feminism
52 reads
6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 00:50am
20th Nov 2020 00:50am
I Don't Want To Go Nowhere - (Life as a Double Negative).
Trim the sails, mates.
It's time to hunker down and write a
goddamn Poem.
That's right, That's write a Poem. Wright a Poem (if ye will)
(if y o u will. Be it spill, or even swill).
There once was a time when
The Times They are A Changin'
but it's no way no'how them could'a changed
so
much
as to not
turn huManity in-to an on-going
Comic...
It's time to hunker down and write a
goddamn Poem.
That's right, That's write a Poem. Wright a Poem (if ye will)
(if y o u will. Be it spill, or even swill).
There once was a time when
The Times They are A Changin'
but it's no way no'how them could'a changed
so
much
as to not
turn huManity in-to an on-going
Comic...
#relationships
#religion
#confessional
#heaven
#philosophical
56 reads
10 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Nov 2020 9:10pm
9th Nov 2020 9:10pm
New Revelation
An Angel descended to the earth
And blew his trumpet
And he called to judgment all the living
And all those who lay in the tomb
But it was already to late
And every sinner was fast asleep
And the trumpet voice was in vain
And only one rose up
Over a world that has fallen asleep
He rises in the shadow, an ominous
evil raised from the pits of hell
A formidable idol with an animal grin
The new Revelation
His empty eye sockets are watching
behind our dreams
...
And blew his trumpet
And he called to judgment all the living
And all those who lay in the tomb
But it was already to late
And every sinner was fast asleep
And the trumpet voice was in vain
And only one rose up
Over a world that has fallen asleep
He rises in the shadow, an ominous
evil raised from the pits of hell
A formidable idol with an animal grin
The new Revelation
His empty eye sockets are watching
behind our dreams
...
#dark
#evil
#religion
#devil
#angels
135 reads
22 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
28th Oct 2020 3:08am
28th Oct 2020 3:08am
“I Really Ain’t About That !” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 10/7/2020
#relationships
#religion
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#manipulation
59 reads
0 Comments
Austin_Rura
Austin Rura
Austin Rura
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 9:41pm
19th Oct 2020 9:41pm
ACAB Rap
So I took a very long hiatus from DUP, but I’m still making music and started recording. I hope y’all like what I’m doing. Peace. https://youtu.be/NwWazSR38wM
This is wisdom from a vagrant some some magic spell mage shit
Never be a victim take em to the cages up against the pavement beat they fucking face in
This is Caligula rap kidnapping the senators wife naked extorting the product matrix like the monster with 21 faces
The long con time to learn some patience take hip hop back and stand up to the fakers
Don’t hate people for their...
This is wisdom from a vagrant some some magic spell mage shit
Never be a victim take em to the cages up against the pavement beat they fucking face in
This is Caligula rap kidnapping the senators wife naked extorting the product matrix like the monster with 21 faces
The long con time to learn some patience take hip hop back and stand up to the fakers
Don’t hate people for their...
#corruption
#politics
#religion
#rap
#rebellion
102 reads
0 Comments
Monstrositat
Poem Published
29th Sep 2020 6:16am
29th Sep 2020 6:16am
A Treatise On Evangelion
A Treatise on Neon Genesis Evangelion
Note: The terms ‘Evangelion’ will be used to refer to the combination of ‘Neon Genesis Evangelion’ and ‘End of Evangelion’. When referring to either one individually, NGE and EoE will be used, respectively.
At the time of production, Director Hideaki Anno used his future magnum opus NGE as a catharsis for his depression, then exacerbated by his previous directing work “Nadia and the Secret of Blue water”, as well as for venting his frustration with anime otakus withdrawing themselves from society and interaction, their...
Note: The terms ‘Evangelion’ will be used to refer to the combination of ‘Neon Genesis Evangelion’ and ‘End of Evangelion’. When referring to either one individually, NGE and EoE will be used, respectively.
At the time of production, Director Hideaki Anno used his future magnum opus NGE as a catharsis for his depression, then exacerbated by his previous directing work “Nadia and the Secret of Blue water”, as well as for venting his frustration with anime otakus withdrawing themselves from society and interaction, their...
#politics
#religion
#Christian #consumerism
#Christian #consumerism
51 reads
0 Comments
ELIAS11
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 11:53pm
25th Sep 2020 11:53pm
Cinematic Demon
Burning alive in a metaphorical catechism
Learning to lie in a allegorical masochism
A spider soul enrolled
In the web of the golden dark
Caught here and consoled
In thee occultic hidden arts
This is silence seeking gossip
A prison under fire
It's a lashing with your tongue
Under siege I will acquire
The purifier of everything
This moon is under sun
A cryptic writing saying
You are the chosen one
...
Learning to lie in a allegorical masochism
A spider soul enrolled
In the web of the golden dark
Caught here and consoled
In thee occultic hidden arts
This is silence seeking gossip
A prison under fire
It's a lashing with your tongue
Under siege I will acquire
The purifier of everything
This moon is under sun
A cryptic writing saying
You are the chosen one
...
#identity
#religion
#God
#devil
#mirror
128 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
Pythian Priestess
Pythian Priestess
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Pythia invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Pythia awakens me to my need for a...
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Pythia invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Pythia awakens me to my need for a...
#erotic
#dreams
#religion
#dialogue
#magic
75 reads
4 Comments
Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 9:30pm
3rd Sep 2020 9:30pm
Letter from a Hunter to a World of Farmers
From lofty pedestals, you tell me that I’m sick, abnormal.
You say my mind’s distorted with disorder, with disease.
You sneer that I’m a weirdo, you complain my brain cells dawdle,
you moan, “Why won’t you swing and somersault on Life’s trapeze?”
You moan, “Why won’t you comb your hair and climb that sparkling ladder
up to a mortgage in the sky and spotless mental health?
Why won’t you woo and date and court and watch confetti scatter?
It’s...
You say my mind’s distorted with disorder, with disease.
You sneer that I’m a weirdo, you complain my brain cells dawdle,
you moan, “Why won’t you swing and somersault on Life’s trapeze?”
You moan, “Why won’t you comb your hair and climb that sparkling ladder
up to a mortgage in the sky and spotless mental health?
Why won’t you woo and date and court and watch confetti scatter?
It’s...
#science
#religion
#MentalHealth
#historical
#philosophical
55 reads
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