Religious Poems and Poems about Religion
#religion
Here you'll find poems offering a range of different views on religion, from both believers and non-believers. This includes religions from around the world and poetry on topics including spirituality, the church, God and the afterlife.
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 3:47am
17th Feb 2025 3:47am
After Death
(Verse 1)
The light extinguished, a final, hollow breath,
Cold steel embrace, the chilling kiss of death.
No silver lining, no pearly gates above,
Just endless blackness, devoid of any love.
They told you stories, of heaven's golden shore,
But lies are whispers, and truth will always roar.
(Pre-Chorus)
The body's rotting, beneath the frozen ground,
But something stirs, a horrifying sound.
A twisted echo, of every wicked deed,
A harvest sown, from every planted seed.
(Chorus -
Death! It's not the ending, it's the...
The light extinguished, a final, hollow breath,
Cold steel embrace, the chilling kiss of death.
No silver lining, no pearly gates above,
Just endless blackness, devoid of any love.
They told you stories, of heaven's golden shore,
But lies are whispers, and truth will always roar.
(Pre-Chorus)
The body's rotting, beneath the frozen ground,
But something stirs, a horrifying sound.
A twisted echo, of every wicked deed,
A harvest sown, from every planted seed.
(Chorus -
Death! It's not the ending, it's the...
#dark
#death
#heaven
#hell
#religion
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4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:46am
17th Feb 2025 2:46am
American Churches
A pastor Jim Schulz resides there.
The one we pass along the road
whose lettered sign deplores
excuse for sin, and extols grace.
My bland and musty Anglia faith
askance observes this Pentecostal wrath,
the churches like warehouses of the soul,
the Wal-Mart for your Christ-shaped whole.
We see five churches on one block,
some pillared and tall, and some very small,
and one a single office stuck between
a van rental and nail bar, it seems.
Religion’s as common as commerce out here,
competing with...
The one we pass along the road
whose lettered sign deplores
excuse for sin, and extols grace.
My bland and musty Anglia faith
askance observes this Pentecostal wrath,
the churches like warehouses of the soul,
the Wal-Mart for your Christ-shaped whole.
We see five churches on one block,
some pillared and tall, and some very small,
and one a single office stuck between
a van rental and nail bar, it seems.
Religion’s as common as commerce out here,
competing with...
#America
#Christian
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 5:01pm
16th Feb 2025 5:01pm
Gilded Damnation, Canto II
Towers rise where shadows feast
Ruins worn by wind and time
Etched with shapes of sacred past
Marking paths once seen divine
Skulls ignite in silent flame
Hollow eyes like stars aglow
Their whispers thread the brittle air
Telling truths none wish to know
No voice proclaims the coming light
No trumpet sounds in distant skies
Only the fire
Only the void
Only the fate that silence cries
Geometric scars upon the stone
A map of loss, a fractured vow
Where priest and prophet walked alone
And none...
Ruins worn by wind and time
Etched with shapes of sacred past
Marking paths once seen divine
Skulls ignite in silent flame
Hollow eyes like stars aglow
Their whispers thread the brittle air
Telling truths none wish to know
No voice proclaims the coming light
No trumpet sounds in distant skies
Only the fire
Only the void
Only the fate that silence cries
Geometric scars upon the stone
A map of loss, a fractured vow
Where priest and prophet walked alone
And none...
#angels
#apocalypse
#religion
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 4:48pm
16th Feb 2025 4:48pm
Gilded Damnation, Canto I
From high vaults unseen by mortal sight
Where dawn is woven in golden thread
He fell—not cast, nor willed to flight
But sent, a herald where hope had fled
By Name he was called, though tongues now fail
A flame once pure, now veiled in ash
Bound by word and sacred trail
To tread where ruin meets the lash
He pierced the clouds, the burning veil
Through winds that howled of sundered grace
And saw below, a world made pale
Its heart defiled, a barren waste
No psalms were sung, no voices raised
No watchful saints to...
Where dawn is woven in golden thread
He fell—not cast, nor willed to flight
But sent, a herald where hope had fled
By Name he was called, though tongues now fail
A flame once pure, now veiled in ash
Bound by word and sacred trail
To tread where ruin meets the lash
He pierced the clouds, the burning veil
Through winds that howled of sundered grace
And saw below, a world made pale
Its heart defiled, a barren waste
No psalms were sung, no voices raised
No watchful saints to...
#angels
#apocalypse
#religion
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
Love of a Preacher Man
Written from a journal entry about Shawn.
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
#admiration
#Christian
#love #religion
#love #religion
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 6:51pm
14th Feb 2025 6:51pm
Mantra
Every night.
I dream I die.
And,
I am reborn in the morning.
I have one foot in that far off place.
One foot in here.
I first went through the ego death.
Of a.
Shaman
At 18.
I channel spirits.
In charnel psychosis.
I am them.
When I act like them.
The mask I wear today.
Is never the mask I wore yesterday.
And, who am I?
Among all these ghosts.
I dream I die.
And,
I am reborn in the morning.
I have one foot in that far off place.
One foot in here.
I first went through the ego death.
Of a.
Shaman
At 18.
I channel spirits.
In charnel psychosis.
I am them.
When I act like them.
The mask I wear today.
Is never the mask I wore yesterday.
And, who am I?
Among all these ghosts.
#pagan
#rebirth
#religion
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:41pm
14th Feb 2025 5:41pm
Sublimation of Higher Choirs
I am Master
I take from sinners’ lips
From tongues defiled
From voices drowned in woe
I stand ‘fore Mine Maker
In light too dread to bear
Yet still, I gaze
And in that gaze
I forgive thee all
Thy sins—willing, unwilled
Buried deep or sung aloud
Branded ‘pon thy withered soul
Lo, I purge, I stain, I sanctify
A blade, a fire, a whisper cold
Flesh and spirit, dust and breath
Bound in sorrow, torn by time
Kneel
For I am holy
Kneel
For I am immortal
I take from sinners’ lips
From tongues defiled
From voices drowned in woe
I stand ‘fore Mine Maker
In light too dread to bear
Yet still, I gaze
And in that gaze
I forgive thee all
Thy sins—willing, unwilled
Buried deep or sung aloud
Branded ‘pon thy withered soul
Lo, I purge, I stain, I sanctify
A blade, a fire, a whisper cold
Flesh and spirit, dust and breath
Bound in sorrow, torn by time
Kneel
For I am holy
Kneel
For I am immortal
#heaven
#religion
#spiritual
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PAR
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 11:47am
12th Feb 2025 11:47am
Hail Insane Virgin
The virgin on stage, perfection and criteria,
attentive look, judge with mystery, blurred.
Extremely minimal details reveal sincerity,
but always with a dry, hard touch of evil.
Imperfections and false pretenses, makeup,
the black invades, the white keeps skin grey
so the virgin can go on searching for pleasure
for its own parts, obscure and needy, humidities.
They pray, oh, they prey... catch and fly away,
Harpy wings, no feathers, only plain old sins.
They slay, slowly, so meticulously draining
one victim after...
attentive look, judge with mystery, blurred.
Extremely minimal details reveal sincerity,
but always with a dry, hard touch of evil.
Imperfections and false pretenses, makeup,
the black invades, the white keeps skin grey
so the virgin can go on searching for pleasure
for its own parts, obscure and needy, humidities.
They pray, oh, they prey... catch and fly away,
Harpy wings, no feathers, only plain old sins.
They slay, slowly, so meticulously draining
one victim after...
#erotic
#lust
#morality
#religion
#spiritual
79 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 6:58pm
11th Feb 2025 6:58pm
f**k Me Hey-Zeus!
#anger
#dirty
#hate
#religion
#sex
102 reads
10 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 2:05pm
7th Feb 2025 2:05pm
Names Of Guardians Of Delphin's See
There are many Names Of Guardians Of Delphin's See
Although there can only be one, the others cannot be
Poseidon, Neptune, Mazu, or even, Ran/Aegir
Or is it Tiamat, or Oceanus, or merely a nereid seer?
For in the darkest depths, of the eternal abyss
Immersed in Protean tales, mythology persists
So to which hydrocrat, is a dolphin's homage paid?
Or is it none of them, for they're all man made
The aggressive delusion, upon terra firm's, rife
And only in dolphin seas, is there intelligent life
For there's nothing beyond, a siren's...
Although there can only be one, the others cannot be
Poseidon, Neptune, Mazu, or even, Ran/Aegir
Or is it Tiamat, or Oceanus, or merely a nereid seer?
For in the darkest depths, of the eternal abyss
Immersed in Protean tales, mythology persists
So to which hydrocrat, is a dolphin's homage paid?
Or is it none of them, for they're all man made
The aggressive delusion, upon terra firm's, rife
And only in dolphin seas, is there intelligent life
For there's nothing beyond, a siren's...
#atheism
#nature
#religion #sea
#religion #sea
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 9:57pm
6th Feb 2025 9:57pm
Pastor Harry
Pastor Harry has had a little too much to drink
A couple of forties and now it's kind of hard to think
He jumps up behind the wheel and hits the gas
Little do the kiddies know: he's drunk off his ass
He sways and swerves and goes into the other lane
The other drivers are shouting "What the fuck? are you insane?"
He flicks them off and vomits on the windshield
Everybody on this motherfucking bus might get killed
Pastor Harry drives the motherfucking school bus
He doesn't let all the kids yell or cuss
This asshole is drinking...
A couple of forties and now it's kind of hard to think
He jumps up behind the wheel and hits the gas
Little do the kiddies know: he's drunk off his ass
He sways and swerves and goes into the other lane
The other drivers are shouting "What the fuck? are you insane?"
He flicks them off and vomits on the windshield
Everybody on this motherfucking bus might get killed
Pastor Harry drives the motherfucking school bus
He doesn't let all the kids yell or cuss
This asshole is drinking...
#alcohol
#children
#religion
#rhyming
#devil
80 reads
13 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:47pm
6th Feb 2025 3:47pm
Dying One day..
Dying one day..
Ok, since this will become instant
Some day, any time
Why am I still trying to distant?
Myself from the act of taking own life
I mean, isn't it the real fact ever?
Dying one day..
But then I'm a Mollusc male
If not for anything else
It's in my nature
Slow and steady
It certainly wins a race
In my own case, it simply keeps me safe
Suicide not my type
Not my style
Satisfactorily,
All I need is to live
And when It's time
I simply die..
...
Ok, since this will become instant
Some day, any time
Why am I still trying to distant?
Myself from the act of taking own life
I mean, isn't it the real fact ever?
Dying one day..
But then I'm a Mollusc male
If not for anything else
It's in my nature
Slow and steady
It certainly wins a race
In my own case, it simply keeps me safe
Suicide not my type
Not my style
Satisfactorily,
All I need is to live
And when It's time
I simply die..
...
#faith
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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