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.
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Betrayal
The Day I returned
Awakened
Harmony divided
In my faith
Past memories
God is who I hate
Searching the betrayal
Shadows of light
Silent Tomorrow's
Endless night's
Awakened
Harmony divided
In my faith
Past memories
God is who I hate
Searching the betrayal
Shadows of light
Silent Tomorrow's
Endless night's
#betrayal
#night
#religion
#spiritual
#rhyming
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God of the Sound of Particularly Tender Laughter
you have this affinity
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
#religion
#Romanticism
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I don't see the face of God here...
All faith is false and all truth is faith
as if a mirror exploded and each one
chose a sliver to be his entire mirror.
as if a mirror exploded and each one
chose a sliver to be his entire mirror.
#religion
#God
#faith
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An Exorcism
We waited until he came home
and tied him to a chair.
We knew what had been going on,
and weren’t afraid to tell him so.
He said he didn’t know
what we were talking about
and I, I must confess, faltered
a moment on seeing him so scared,
our 16-year-old son. But we held firm
in faith and carried on, we knew
he wasn’t like the other boys,
and hadn’t been since 12 or thereabouts.
The moonlight came in slats
between the bars
of our cellar windows, high up and rectangular,
like heaven’s watchers keeping time.
I...
and tied him to a chair.
We knew what had been going on,
and weren’t afraid to tell him so.
He said he didn’t know
what we were talking about
and I, I must confess, faltered
a moment on seeing him so scared,
our 16-year-old son. But we held firm
in faith and carried on, we knew
he wasn’t like the other boys,
and hadn’t been since 12 or thereabouts.
The moonlight came in slats
between the bars
of our cellar windows, high up and rectangular,
like heaven’s watchers keeping time.
I...
#abuse
#religion
#devil #hell
#devil #hell
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Making Love on Easter Morning
I held you close, and would not release until
you led me with velvet hands to the chamber
given by your mother where you were conceived..
The curtains of your chamber were parted
like a new bloom for my delight.
See how it glistens with the same morning dew
shared by all women of Mother Earth.
I tasted you and knew our Creator was good.
you led me with velvet hands to the chamber
given by your mother where you were conceived..
The curtains of your chamber were parted
like a new bloom for my delight.
See how it glistens with the same morning dew
shared by all women of Mother Earth.
I tasted you and knew our Creator was good.
#sex
#religion
#lover
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Do Not Cry
When it's time for me to leave...
For my body do not grieve...
My soul has been lifted to the Heaven's on high...
So for my body do not cry...
For my body do not grieve...
My soul has been lifted to the Heaven's on high...
So for my body do not cry...
#religion
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
#sacrifice
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The Teaching about Easter Is Falsehood
I will make this a short poem.
Easter means nothing to me.
I do not observe Easter traditions.
Do you know the root of Easter?
Easter is a pagan celebration.
The Bible does not mention Easter.
Good Friday is not the Scriptures.
Easter Sunday is not in the Bible.
Easter Monday is not in the bible.
Bunny rabbit is not linked to Jesus.
Easter egg is not linked to Jesus.
Who came up with such foolishness?
Easter means nothing to me.
I do not observe Easter traditions.
Do you know the root of Easter?
Easter is a pagan celebration.
The Bible does not mention Easter.
Good Friday is not the Scriptures.
Easter Sunday is not in the Bible.
Easter Monday is not in the bible.
Bunny rabbit is not linked to Jesus.
Easter egg is not linked to Jesus.
Who came up with such foolishness?
#Easter
#religion
#tradition
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Christ the Gardner
Ever since my accident
I had Jesus Christ (JC) become my Gardner
he's a slaphappy messiah
all he wants in life is kool-aid, scratch-offs and cigarettes
oh and he enjoys calling up Lucifer (Satan) to meet him at the bowling alley
the priests throughout the neighborhood dislike him
probably because he don't follow all the rules and guidelines,
that are scripted in that fictional book called the Bible
none of the nuns don't like his message (nuns have no fun)
those wrinkled up penguins
flock to my home to get a glimpse of him
their turned...
I had Jesus Christ (JC) become my Gardner
he's a slaphappy messiah
all he wants in life is kool-aid, scratch-offs and cigarettes
oh and he enjoys calling up Lucifer (Satan) to meet him at the bowling alley
the priests throughout the neighborhood dislike him
probably because he don't follow all the rules and guidelines,
that are scripted in that fictional book called the Bible
none of the nuns don't like his message (nuns have no fun)
those wrinkled up penguins
flock to my home to get a glimpse of him
their turned...
#motivational
#religion
#God
#devil
#fiction
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Golgotha's HIll
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#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
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The Fear Stings
I passed away long years ago
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
#death
#religion
#Christian
#rebirth
#rhyming
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Totumolong, the Little People
when our world was young
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the...
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the...
#religion
#fairies
#WritingPoetry
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Unmarked
Watch her as she trembles,
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
#grief
#war
#death
#religion
#morality
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