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.
The Most Loving and Forgiving
I disobey You; my Lord; yet You call me back to grace...
I stray a thousand times; yet You never turn Your face
I sin in the daylight; I sin in the night...
Yet You cover my shame; conceal me from sight
I took from the world; but forgot what You gave...
I walked into darkness; yet still; You forgave
I spoke what was false; I mocked what was true...
Yet Your mercy still flows; like the morning dew
I broke my word; I broke my vow...
Yet You mend my soul; then teach me how
Had it been men; they would cast me aside......
I stray a thousand times; yet You never turn Your face
I sin in the daylight; I sin in the night...
Yet You cover my shame; conceal me from sight
I took from the world; but forgot what You gave...
I walked into darkness; yet still; You forgave
I spoke what was false; I mocked what was true...
Yet Your mercy still flows; like the morning dew
I broke my word; I broke my vow...
Yet You mend my soul; then teach me how
Had it been men; they would cast me aside......
#forgiveness
#God
#gratitude
#prayer
#redemption
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1 Comment
Upstairs

#Christian
#God
#religion
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0 Comments
fight
I've been in icu for fifteen days with v fib I'm fighting my way back no more drugs
#healing
91 reads
15 Comments
Three Randomly Spiritual Haiku/Senryu Poems
Faithful Sacrifice
Requisite journey
Lifetime initiation
Baptism begins
Carnal Opinion
Verily fluent
Personal introspection
Deathly desolate
Subconscious Leaven
Internal conflict
Arrogantly persuaded
Truly underneath
Requisite journey
Lifetime initiation
Baptism begins
Carnal Opinion
Verily fluent
Personal introspection
Deathly desolate
Subconscious Leaven
Internal conflict
Arrogantly persuaded
Truly underneath
#God
#haiku
#morality
#senryu
#spiritual
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in quire
a radiation of amino acids coming down like rain falling softly. i turn my eyes in their sockets trying to see something, but nothing. i can't imagine what it's like to handle the origin, the singular effortless motion. like cursive. i am adrift in the edifices of creation. to seek is to know less and less. whereabouts are your morals? they fall down the pits. moving faster or slower makes very little difference. you get there all the same, in pieces and tattered and tired and close to death. death is then the creator. life is a brief flash overtaken by quiet. i bury you in the space between...
#dreams
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1 Comment
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
80 reads
5 Comments
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
70 reads
2 Comments
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
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3 Comments
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
134 reads
4 Comments
~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
155 reads
8 Comments
~: 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
85 reads
4 Comments
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
70 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Spiritual Poems about Religion, Atheism and New Age Spirituality