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.
Loki_Undercover
Wannabe-Poet
Wannabe-Poet
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 6:00pm
9th Dec 2024 6:00pm
Guilt
You said you waited for me,
As if I hadn’t waited too.
You said my silence was a wound,
But what else could I do?
You claimed you knew the way to heal,
Yet left me in this bind,
We made our vows beneath the stars,
But mine were the ties that blind.
***
I can't escape the thought of you,
Is it wrong to wonder, too,
How do I move on,
When you’re still holding on?
Forgive me, please,
I beg for your mercy,
The love I left unfinished, ...
As if I hadn’t waited too.
You said my silence was a wound,
But what else could I do?
You claimed you knew the way to heal,
Yet left me in this bind,
We made our vows beneath the stars,
But mine were the ties that blind.
***
I can't escape the thought of you,
Is it wrong to wonder, too,
How do I move on,
When you’re still holding on?
Forgive me, please,
I beg for your mercy,
The love I left unfinished, ...
#acceptance
#MovingOn
#religion
97 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 10:57am
5th Dec 2024 10:57am
God told me to skin you alive
What stupid passage in some book makes you think
You’re given dominion over everyone on Earth
Seeping arrogance all over the lives you ruin
Fickle condescending grossly inflated toxic scum
I would kill you in an instant given the chance
You’ve damned our future for the sake of something not alive
You have your self needs, and I need to make you pay
Just remember Mussolini, hung and gutted in the streets
I would see you tortured for your crimes against us all
It still wouldn’t be enough if it lasted a thousand years
I don’t...
You’re given dominion over everyone on Earth
Seeping arrogance all over the lives you ruin
Fickle condescending grossly inflated toxic scum
I would kill you in an instant given the chance
You’ve damned our future for the sake of something not alive
You have your self needs, and I need to make you pay
Just remember Mussolini, hung and gutted in the streets
I would see you tortured for your crimes against us all
It still wouldn’t be enough if it lasted a thousand years
I don’t...
#deception
#hypocrisy
#lies
#manipulation
#religion
86 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 4:23pm
2nd Dec 2024 4:23pm
Temptations of John and Ruth #2
John and Ruth continued....
As John looked at Ruth, he was reminded of the scriptural comparisons between the human body and a temple. Looking at Ruth, temple seemed appropriate. A lifetime had been spent in building her temple. Her parents’ love and support, her education, her hard work and skills. All these influences had been there for the building of her life. He had witnessed her growth from a college freshman to a graduate with honors and now a young wife and mother, and a leader in her religious community.
John was afraid to move. Afraid to speak. He looked down...
As John looked at Ruth, he was reminded of the scriptural comparisons between the human body and a temple. Looking at Ruth, temple seemed appropriate. A lifetime had been spent in building her temple. Her parents’ love and support, her education, her hard work and skills. All these influences had been there for the building of her life. He had witnessed her growth from a college freshman to a graduate with honors and now a young wife and mother, and a leader in her religious community.
John was afraid to move. Afraid to speak. He looked down...
#religion
#sex
124 reads
2 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
138 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 9:11pm
1st Dec 2024 9:11pm
Shitheads of the world unite!
Opponent Philosophies
Malevolent Atrocities
Hypocrite Ministries
Brothers Or Enemies
You Gotta Die Because You're Different
You Gotta Die Because I'm Not
I'll Cast You Down
I'll Take You Out
A Legitimate Death
In A Legitimate War
Everyone's Right
Nobody's Wrong
Everyone Fights
Until We're All Gone
See ya!
Malevolent Atrocities
Hypocrite Ministries
Brothers Or Enemies
You Gotta Die Because You're Different
You Gotta Die Because I'm Not
I'll Cast You Down
I'll Take You Out
A Legitimate Death
In A Legitimate War
Everyone's Right
Nobody's Wrong
Everyone Fights
Until We're All Gone
See ya!
#horror
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
#religion
#war
63 reads
2 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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0 Comments
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
94 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
A Devilish Deal
Come one, come all, the carnival's here!
Bring your soul; there’s no need to fear.
Step right up to the Devil’s stand,
He’ll trade your essence for a sleight of hand.
The Dark One grins, his pitch refined,
“A bargain struck will free your mind!
Forget those rules of guilt and pain,
Just sign this slip and break your chain.”
“But what’s the catch?” you skeptics cry,
“What’s hidden deep within the lie?”
The Devil laughs, his voice a drawl,
“Oh, nothing much… just your mortal thrall.”
Religion gasps, the pews erupt, ...
Bring your soul; there’s no need to fear.
Step right up to the Devil’s stand,
He’ll trade your essence for a sleight of hand.
The Dark One grins, his pitch refined,
“A bargain struck will free your mind!
Forget those rules of guilt and pain,
Just sign this slip and break your chain.”
“But what’s the catch?” you skeptics cry,
“What’s hidden deep within the lie?”
The Devil laughs, his voice a drawl,
“Oh, nothing much… just your mortal thrall.”
Religion gasps, the pews erupt, ...
#Christian
#faith
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
72 reads
0 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
90 reads
2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 11:20pm
25th Nov 2024 11:20pm
Villanelle Nr.24 — Prosperity Gospel Turbo-Charged
Being a billionaire is a sign
of God’s blessing, and my Vocation:
to rule over you…, and that’s fine
I surrender to God’s design,
God’s plan for my life — my station
is being a billionaire; it’s a sign
you should accept gracefully — align!
to obey me is to obey God’s creation …
me to rule over you — and that’s fine.
Poor people are useless-eater-swine
ignorant of manifestation.
Being a billionaire is a sign
you are the branches but I am the vine...
of God’s blessing, and my Vocation:
to rule over you…, and that’s fine
I surrender to God’s design,
God’s plan for my life — my station
is being a billionaire; it’s a sign
you should accept gracefully — align!
to obey me is to obey God’s creation …
me to rule over you — and that’s fine.
Poor people are useless-eater-swine
ignorant of manifestation.
Being a billionaire is a sign
you are the branches but I am the vine...
#money
#politics
#power
#religion
#SelfWorth
135 reads
10 Comments
WormBoy_1986
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 5:09pm
25th Nov 2024 5:09pm
Animus Oblivion
i]We all sat behind the stained glass
Watched you vomit lies
Well, now, this is the church, where you die.
I dont wanna wait to hear you screaming
I can't hide the hate I feel.
I'll be right there, when your forever ends.
You're gonna die, die, die with your dick in your hand.
You're gonna die, die, die with your dick in your hand.
You're gonna die, die, die with your dick in your hand.
It won't go to waste, leave me alone so I can fucking hate.
Barricade the street corners and blacken out the windows, we operate behind...
Watched you vomit lies
Well, now, this is the church, where you die.
I dont wanna wait to hear you screaming
I can't hide the hate I feel.
I'll be right there, when your forever ends.
You're gonna die, die, die with your dick in your hand.
You're gonna die, die, die with your dick in your hand.
You're gonna die, die, die with your dick in your hand.
It won't go to waste, leave me alone so I can fucking hate.
Barricade the street corners and blacken out the windows, we operate behind...
#religion
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 4:51pm
25th Nov 2024 4:51pm
Evil Is My Name
Evil is the mind of the saints, resurrected.
666 is my name; untainted.
Alone at the top, but acquainted,
With all the suffering souls,
The evil of the bottomless pit.
Know me and know my name.
I am here for the fame.
Follow me to the promised land.
Marry me to your reign.
Our power will be seen on a world stage.
Come together
Let's multiply.
666 is my name; untainted.
Alone at the top, but acquainted,
With all the suffering souls,
The evil of the bottomless pit.
Know me and know my name.
I am here for the fame.
Follow me to the promised land.
Marry me to your reign.
Our power will be seen on a world stage.
Come together
Let's multiply.
#God
#heaven
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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