Long Poems About Religion
#religion
Long poems about religion. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PAR
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
Incomplete Myth of a Goddess that Does Not Exist.
Shapska, a name bruited in the dark corners
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
#dark
#mythology
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
89 reads
6 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 3:45pm
24th Sep 2024 3:45pm
Entering the Storm - Unlikely Church #5
Jake entered Sarah’s apartment and gave Sarah a quick kiss as they laughed at their awkwardness.
Sarah stepped over to her refrigerator and said, “I need some water. Would you like a glass before we go?”
“Yes,” said Jake.
As Sarah turned, Jake noticed her soft puppy-like eyes opened wide as if focused on everything.
“Thank you,” Jake said taking the glass.
“Staying busy with school helped me cope with not seeing you for a whole week but it’s been hard,” she said feeling her face redden with a blush at her boldness.
Jake...
Sarah stepped over to her refrigerator and said, “I need some water. Would you like a glass before we go?”
“Yes,” said Jake.
As Sarah turned, Jake noticed her soft puppy-like eyes opened wide as if focused on everything.
“Thank you,” Jake said taking the glass.
“Staying busy with school helped me cope with not seeing you for a whole week but it’s been hard,” she said feeling her face redden with a blush at her boldness.
Jake...
#lust
#philosophical
#religion #sex
#religion #sex
222 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 1:48pm
7th Sep 2024 1:48pm
The Unlikely Church
In a rustic western bar nestled in the heart of Oklahoma City, the night was in full swing. Wooden floors, worn smooth by countless boots, creaked softly under the weight of the evening crowd. A country guitar hummed in the background, providing a comforting soundtrack to the low buzz of conversation and laughter. The air was thick with the scents of aged whiskey and fried food, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room.
At the far end of the bar, a young woman named Sarah, barely in her twenties, perched on a stool. She wore a modest dress and carried an air of...
At the far end of the bar, a young woman named Sarah, barely in her twenties, perched on a stool. She wore a modest dress and carried an air of...
#ForbiddenLove
#morality
#religion #romantic
#religion #romantic
233 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 8:19pm
5th Sep 2024 8:19pm
The Day Of Reckoning (COTS)
To know the mark of the beast, look upon they embedded of thy kissed face
Weaken mentalities to deal with the channeling of self, yet a two legged entity walking among thy human race
Royalty has pressed upon the lip's civilizations taste
Rage festering from the fountains of a forgotten livid youth
The is the eighth eclipsed of the soul denounced living in the darkness of denied truth
Reliving moments of stolen time from a descend into chaos formed its own new rebirth
Until...
Weaken mentalities to deal with the channeling of self, yet a two legged entity walking among thy human race
Royalty has pressed upon the lip's civilizations taste
Rage festering from the fountains of a forgotten livid youth
The is the eighth eclipsed of the soul denounced living in the darkness of denied truth
Reliving moments of stolen time from a descend into chaos formed its own new rebirth
Until...
#faith
#pagan
#philosophical
#religion
#spiritual
187 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 6:36pm
22nd Aug 2024 6:36pm
The Boy in the Woods
I lived with my father in a huntsman's cottage in the woods that local children called haunted, and which attended upon me an atmosphere that I hardly deserved. On warm days my father would let me take the horse through the woods and across the eleven miles to school, on wet days I'm surprised I didn't drown several times in the muddy bog engendered by the rains.
The woods were considered haunted because 70 years prior a huntsman had hung himself from an old oak, and some years later a woman died nearby, her face supposedly held in a wide-eyed rictus of terror. This was the literal...
The woods were considered haunted because 70 years prior a huntsman had hung himself from an old oak, and some years later a woman died nearby, her face supposedly held in a wide-eyed rictus of terror. This was the literal...
#ghosts
#historical
#religion #ShortStory
#religion #ShortStory
121 reads
3 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 8:33pm
10th Aug 2024 8:33pm
Saintly Flesh
The room was dark except for the soft glow of a table filled with prayer candles, casting shadows against ancient cathedral walls. The air was thick with the scent of incense remaining after the evening mass. Jenna knelt on a velvet cushion she’d borrowed from a pew. Her hair cascaded like flowing dark water, and her eyes were closed in a state of serene contemplation.
Jenna was the embodiment of beauty and grace even though her form shivered naked in the candlelight. The flickering light played upon her delicate features, highlighting her high cheekbones and the fullness of her...
Jenna was the embodiment of beauty and grace even though her form shivered naked in the candlelight. The flickering light played upon her delicate features, highlighting her high cheekbones and the fullness of her...
#religion
#sex
213 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 1:20pm
20th Jun 2024 1:20pm
Religious Maniacs
Little Harry Sack 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 morning till...
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 morning till...
#family
#memories
#prison
#religion
#violence
127 reads
12 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 1:50am
15th Jun 2024 1:50am
Rachel’s Prayer
#orgasm
#religion
171 reads
3 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 11:46am
14th Jun 2024 11:46am
The Forever Agnostic
I'm glad I stopped going to church a few weeks ago. I didn't like that the Bible study leader expressed that I was a hypocrite for simply expressing how I felt about the church. He also yelled at me once in a way they he never yelled at anyone else.
I'm convinced that this is not the group for me. That church in general is not for me. I never met a single close friend. The Christians are never the ones who even go out of their way for me. It's always my more skeptical friends who are willing to go in the mud with me. Christians, with their pearly white garments, don't want to look...
I'm convinced that this is not the group for me. That church in general is not for me. I never met a single close friend. The Christians are never the ones who even go out of their way for me. It's always my more skeptical friends who are willing to go in the mud with me. Christians, with their pearly white garments, don't want to look...
#Christian
#religion
231 reads
8 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
27th May 2024 9:33pm
27th May 2024 9:33pm
Poverty Gospel
Cast your crowns
Throw away your stones
You can’t see the sheep for the wolves you make them out to be
The accuser shouts the loudest
Raising up self righteous insurrections of YouTube slander
Your ears itching to demonize on the premise of a conspirators will to pander
What if the devil you think you see is a projection of perspective
Delusions of your own hypocrisy causing you to march to the beat of your own directive
Everyone is spiritual and religion is defiled
But which spirit are you of when you’re an only child
Loan...
Throw away your stones
You can’t see the sheep for the wolves you make them out to be
The accuser shouts the loudest
Raising up self righteous insurrections of YouTube slander
Your ears itching to demonize on the premise of a conspirators will to pander
What if the devil you think you see is a projection of perspective
Delusions of your own hypocrisy causing you to march to the beat of your own directive
Everyone is spiritual and religion is defiled
But which spirit are you of when you’re an only child
Loan...
#corruption
#faith
#philosophical
#religion
#TruthOfLife
112 reads
0 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
15th May 2024 10:40pm
15th May 2024 10:40pm
f**king missionaries
#hypocrisy
#love
#religion #sex
#religion #sex
278 reads
28 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th May 2024 2:44am
14th May 2024 2:44am
Rebel Girl Mclean
On Monday afternoon, a middle-aged man named Zaire went downtown to buy goldfish for his aquarium. He bought two goldfish from a vendor on King Street, and then he headed for the taxi stand on West Street. When he reached the taxi stand, he saw a large group of people including schoolchildren standing there waiting for Maxfield taxis. At that moment, no taxi was there loading. He thought to himself that he would not get the chance to get on a taxi because the crowd would rush into any taxi that arrived there. Consequently, he decided to walk to a place called Fish Ground near the intersection...
#religion
#women
#fish
#marijuana
#mother
130 reads
0 Comments
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