Poems About Religion Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about religion published by members recently online.
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
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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
92 reads
6 Comments
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
92 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 7:19pm
25th Nov 2023 7:19pm
Gee, Zeus
Christ was Greek all along it seems;
errata in the name:
or translative Semitic schemes
and inter-tribal blame...
from one sky god to another
and that which they revere
soon estranged one from the other
a little more each year.
Then Babel towers rose again
for litanies of abstract love
from monolithic ape like men,
and, the insularity thereof...
whereby we got such diverse gods
to meet all mortal needs
like vanquishing with rifle squads...
the meek and all their creeds.
errata in the name:
or translative Semitic schemes
and inter-tribal blame...
from one sky god to another
and that which they revere
soon estranged one from the other
a little more each year.
Then Babel towers rose again
for litanies of abstract love
from monolithic ape like men,
and, the insularity thereof...
whereby we got such diverse gods
to meet all mortal needs
like vanquishing with rifle squads...
the meek and all their creeds.
#religion
#apocalypse
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6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 7:19pm
25th Nov 2023 7:19pm
Gee, Zeus
Christ was Greek all along it seems;
errata in the name:
or translative Semitic schemes
and inter-tribal blame...
from one sky god to another
and that which they revere
soon estranged one from the other
a little more each year.
Then Babel towers rose again
for litanies of abstract love
from monolithic ape like men,
and, the insularity thereof...
whereby we got such diverse gods
to meet all mortal needs
like vanquishing with rifle squads...
the meek and all their creeds.
errata in the name:
or translative Semitic schemes
and inter-tribal blame...
from one sky god to another
and that which they revere
soon estranged one from the other
a little more each year.
Then Babel towers rose again
for litanies of abstract love
from monolithic ape like men,
and, the insularity thereof...
whereby we got such diverse gods
to meet all mortal needs
like vanquishing with rifle squads...
the meek and all their creeds.
#religion
#apocalypse
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6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 3:22pm
22nd Feb 2021 3:22pm
solitude is a c**t
silent prayers said to the cobwebs maybe they'll catch them inside the hurt
I cry bitterly I don't know who the hell I am in the breaking dawn
this world isn't one I recognize and I'm not either
the brittle truth is falling apart
we pick reality from the empties
we are emptier still believing platitudes while we fade
heil to the new world
we believe we're getting somewhere
all the while we drift further into our solitude
I cry bitterly I don't know who the hell I am in the breaking dawn
this world isn't one I recognize and I'm not either
the brittle truth is falling apart
we pick reality from the empties
we are emptier still believing platitudes while we fade
heil to the new world
we believe we're getting somewhere
all the while we drift further into our solitude
#dark
#religion
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 3:22pm
22nd Feb 2021 3:22pm
solitude is a c**t
silent prayers said to the cobwebs maybe they'll catch them inside the hurt
I cry bitterly I don't know who the hell I am in the breaking dawn
this world isn't one I recognize and I'm not either
the brittle truth is falling apart
we pick reality from the empties
we are emptier still believing platitudes while we fade
heil to the new world
we believe we're getting somewhere
all the while we drift further into our solitude
I cry bitterly I don't know who the hell I am in the breaking dawn
this world isn't one I recognize and I'm not either
the brittle truth is falling apart
we pick reality from the empties
we are emptier still believing platitudes while we fade
heil to the new world
we believe we're getting somewhere
all the while we drift further into our solitude
#dark
#religion
495 reads
25 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 6:59am
19th Apr 2024 6:59am
THE END OF ONAN
He spilled his seed
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
#death
#rhyming
#sex #religion
#sex #religion
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 6:59am
19th Apr 2024 6:59am
THE END OF ONAN
He spilled his seed
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
#death
#rhyming
#sex #religion
#sex #religion
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 6:59am
19th Apr 2024 6:59am
THE END OF ONAN
He spilled his seed
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
#death
#rhyming
#sex #religion
#sex #religion
152 reads
0 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 6:59am
19th Apr 2024 6:59am
THE END OF ONAN
He spilled his seed
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
#death
#rhyming
#sex #religion
#sex #religion
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Baldwin
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 2:00pm
2nd Feb 2023 2:00pm
Only Jesus?
What nonsense is the claim
that **only** Jesus can sustain a man
who’s burdened with hard times
and existential blows to his serenity.
Siddhartha’s justly famed
for his bestowing on mankind
the way one’s heart
can subjugate
and then eliminate its pains
and feel with joy the sangha’s blessed
fraternity.
And Muslims hold onto
and propagate, confess,
with grateful and unceasing certainty,
good reasons, too,
the core belief
that al-Salām’s
the only one who
surely brings men peace ...
that **only** Jesus can sustain a man
who’s burdened with hard times
and existential blows to his serenity.
Siddhartha’s justly famed
for his bestowing on mankind
the way one’s heart
can subjugate
and then eliminate its pains
and feel with joy the sangha’s blessed
fraternity.
And Muslims hold onto
and propagate, confess,
with grateful and unceasing certainty,
good reasons, too,
the core belief
that al-Salām’s
the only one who
surely brings men peace ...
#religion
#PopCulture
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