Spiritual Poems
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Here you'll find poems about religion, spirituality and atheism. Whether you're a spiritual person or not, this is where you can present, through poetry, your beliefs about if and what exists outside of our own physical world experiences. Poems in this area will ask questions and/or suggest answers. These include ideas about gods and higher beings, who and what they are and if they exist at all. Poems about scientific theories on existence are also welcome, along with New Age beliefs like Occultism, astrology, and metaphysics. So too is poetry about Paganism, psychic powers, voodoo rituals and cults. This category showcases spiritual poems the DU Poetry way: with lots of different points of view and where an open mind is essential.
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
Today 7:46pm
Today 7:46pm
Cosmic conversations, cowritten with MalcolmG
Words splinter like jagged glass, carving through the throat—torn-apart breaths,
Flesh and phrases, stitched in erratic seams, each syllable a twisted spike.
You carve me, unmake me, remold me with guttural roars—flesh and verb,
I dissolve—fractured, flung—drifting in the wreckage of language's chaos.
Sounds faintly tumble, scraping vocal cords attune intrinsic fluttering
choired insects invoke chasms chanting . Follow now my demure shade as chiseled tones cast scarlet pristine plutonian spells. My satin shape burns buried fumes as my psyche seeps through...
Flesh and phrases, stitched in erratic seams, each syllable a twisted spike.
You carve me, unmake me, remold me with guttural roars—flesh and verb,
I dissolve—fractured, flung—drifting in the wreckage of language's chaos.
Sounds faintly tumble, scraping vocal cords attune intrinsic fluttering
choired insects invoke chasms chanting . Follow now my demure shade as chiseled tones cast scarlet pristine plutonian spells. My satin shape burns buried fumes as my psyche seeps through...
#StreamOfConsciousness
27 reads
3 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:09pm
Yesterday 9:09pm
Writing
Don't mind me looking at God
Don't mind me write
I found a diamond
Oh hey
Look
Look what I found.
Don't mind me write
I found a diamond
Oh hey
Look
Look what I found.
#love
41 reads
2 Comments
drone
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:15am
Yesterday 11:15am
Delving
It is said
One must be aware
When one is
Delving
Into the Spiritual
Unknown
For There Be Dragons
Hungry
To Feed
One must be aware
When one is
Delving
Into the Spiritual
Unknown
For There Be Dragons
Hungry
To Feed
#honesty
#philosophical
45 reads
3 Comments
thewatcher33
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 6:51pm
26th Feb 2025 6:51pm
THE PARADOX OF THE PREACHER
He spoke of love, yet brought a sword,
a peaceful king with wrath outpoured.
Turn the cheek, yet cleanse the temple,
a lesson taught, but not so simple.
The meek inherit, yet he reigns,
calls for loss, yet seeks our gain.
He walks with sinners, dines with thieves,
yet warns of wrath none can appease.
Judge not, lest ye be judged, he said,
then cast a curse on fruit long dead.
Forgive them all, yet hellfire looms,
a kingdom bright with shadowed rooms.
He preached of justice, leveled ground,
yet kings and slaves...
a peaceful king with wrath outpoured.
Turn the cheek, yet cleanse the temple,
a lesson taught, but not so simple.
The meek inherit, yet he reigns,
calls for loss, yet seeks our gain.
He walks with sinners, dines with thieves,
yet warns of wrath none can appease.
Judge not, lest ye be judged, he said,
then cast a curse on fruit long dead.
Forgive them all, yet hellfire looms,
a kingdom bright with shadowed rooms.
He preached of justice, leveled ground,
yet kings and slaves...
#religion
120 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 2:11pm
26th Feb 2025 2:11pm
~the purpose
take away even my memory
your cruel designs of lobotomy
can win you toxic nuclear wars
but yes there I am here again.. still
throbbing as a steely butterfly heart
with lousily stitched up a punctured
ruptured mind.. unable to comprehend
or feel anything even..
but yet this hearted up beat.. it’s frictional
heat has already marathonically lighted up
this eternal soul .. that feel knows the pain
the pain .. that...
your cruel designs of lobotomy
can win you toxic nuclear wars
but yes there I am here again.. still
throbbing as a steely butterfly heart
with lousily stitched up a punctured
ruptured mind.. unable to comprehend
or feel anything even..
but yet this hearted up beat.. it’s frictional
heat has already marathonically lighted up
this eternal soul .. that feel knows the pain
the pain .. that...
#dystopian
#inspirational
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
133 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 1:42pm
26th Feb 2025 1:42pm
~: Civarttiri
the spiritual energies
of this pent up cosmos ..
unlocks
as the planetary alignments
take a straight line magnetism
when the impossible leap
of Him happens.. just hop(p)ing
for Her..
Shiva he is … in a coming together
fusionsal One form with her, the
Shakthi..
dancing long both the gelling form
..until the rock hard echoing core
of cosmos cracks to a hell of a
breaking scream.. of a
sudden long beeping in
an...
of this pent up cosmos ..
unlocks
as the planetary alignments
take a straight line magnetism
when the impossible leap
of Him happens.. just hop(p)ing
for Her..
Shiva he is … in a coming together
fusionsal One form with her, the
Shakthi..
dancing long both the gelling form
..until the rock hard echoing core
of cosmos cracks to a hell of a
breaking scream.. of a
sudden long beeping in
an...
#astronomy
#love
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
78 reads
4 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 11:00pm
25th Feb 2025 11:00pm
Erlik
Everyday I do austerities to the spirits.
I starve.
I don't drink water.
I bear pain I cause myself.
I don't feed my addictions
Self destructive spirituality.
I'm stuck in a mystical head space.
One foot here.
Another out there.
Where the Gods dance.
And I, an outsider there.
As I am here.
Hang out in burial grounds.
Starving like the mangy animal I am.
Embrace the change of death.
The shedding of skin of spring.
I am the wisdom of the trickster.
Always leave them guessing.
Never be the same....
I starve.
I don't drink water.
I bear pain I cause myself.
I don't feed my addictions
Self destructive spirituality.
I'm stuck in a mystical head space.
One foot here.
Another out there.
Where the Gods dance.
And I, an outsider there.
As I am here.
Hang out in burial grounds.
Starving like the mangy animal I am.
Embrace the change of death.
The shedding of skin of spring.
I am the wisdom of the trickster.
Always leave them guessing.
Never be the same....
#fate
#pagan
#sacrifice
61 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 12:34pm
25th Feb 2025 12:34pm
human versus pre-human
Human versus pre-human
Are humans born with a soul? I don’t know but I think a newborn child has yet to acquire a soul A newborn absorbs everything it sees, including colors and voices, the way it is lifted up given a bath hugged, and song too, absorbed into the new memory bank and stored The child is not aware of this, but it is the building block to acquire a soul that can rudimentarily think, hence a soul that learns right from wrong now, if an AI figure is fed information like this does it, acquire a soul that has moral knowledge? If this is true, the ramifications are...
Are humans born with a soul? I don’t know but I think a newborn child has yet to acquire a soul A newborn absorbs everything it sees, including colors and voices, the way it is lifted up given a bath hugged, and song too, absorbed into the new memory bank and stored The child is not aware of this, but it is the building block to acquire a soul that can rudimentarily think, hence a soul that learns right from wrong now, if an AI figure is fed information like this does it, acquire a soul that has moral knowledge? If this is true, the ramifications are...
#anxiety
#dark
#grief
26 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 8:17pm
24th Feb 2025 8:17pm
Mortal Sin
The suicides vainly scream
in the depths of hell
to shut ears in the heavens.
in the depths of hell
to shut ears in the heavens.
#morality
#religion
50 reads
0 Comments
VirusofLife
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:33pm
24th Feb 2025 7:33pm
Curious Got Me This Far
Curious got me this far,
But conviction has done me in
Periphery sights in the fore
Can’t see what’s settling in
Give me what I came for,
And I’m out the door again.
Craving sylvan hillsides
Verdant and turbulent,
Set me down under arboreal parasols
Only glints of radiance grace the skin,
A life full of demons, I confess my sin
Here within the confluence baptized in chimerical reverence.
Jade eyes staring into the cerulean sky,
Seeking truth in nebulous phantasmagoria
Counting clouds pushed by a zephyr, ...
But conviction has done me in
Periphery sights in the fore
Can’t see what’s settling in
Give me what I came for,
And I’m out the door again.
Craving sylvan hillsides
Verdant and turbulent,
Set me down under arboreal parasols
Only glints of radiance grace the skin,
A life full of demons, I confess my sin
Here within the confluence baptized in chimerical reverence.
Jade eyes staring into the cerulean sky,
Seeking truth in nebulous phantasmagoria
Counting clouds pushed by a zephyr, ...
#identity
#nature
#PersonalGrowth #spiritual
#PersonalGrowth #spiritual
62 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:01pm
24th Feb 2025 7:01pm
Create
I’ve always marveled at woman in art,
myself, I like poetry, staying up all night,
arguing with someone, anyone,
about which poet is overrated.
I love to watch as she makes pottery,
paints, plays the piano, sings a song—
women giving into their creative art,
giving them access to their more feminine side.
Could that be what they call a man’s feminine side?
It’s his creative art, hands in motion,
his heart pouring onto a canvas or simply just molding clay.
I...
myself, I like poetry, staying up all night,
arguing with someone, anyone,
about which poet is overrated.
I love to watch as she makes pottery,
paints, plays the piano, sings a song—
women giving into their creative art,
giving them access to their more feminine side.
Could that be what they call a man’s feminine side?
It’s his creative art, hands in motion,
his heart pouring onto a canvas or simply just molding clay.
I...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#spiritual
#uplifting
49 reads
1 Comment
Pete_25
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 8:10am
24th Feb 2025 8:10am
What's Left?
What's left?
Incomplete, battered
Bewildered, bereft
Underneath shattered
God give me strength
Send me an Angel
Who'll be discreet
And what remains
Laid out on sheets
Incomplete, battered
Bewildered, bereft
Underneath shattered
God give me strength
Send me an Angel
Who'll be discreet
And what remains
Laid out on sheets
#philosophical
59 reads
8 Comments
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