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.
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:20pm
Yesterday 6:20pm
Sunday Swan Song
It was the piano that finally made me cry.
I’ve been dispassionate
(to say the least)
about this closure,
knowing that eras end and life goes on –
impatient to rip off the bandage.
Perhaps even a little bitter
about all the years I tried to help
people
think
bigger
even though my faith never completely fit
inside their box.
I think I gave it my best.
I guess they did too –
nurturing me and my kids
through all kinds of storms,
(even when I wasn’t easy to love) ...
I’ve been dispassionate
(to say the least)
about this closure,
knowing that eras end and life goes on –
impatient to rip off the bandage.
Perhaps even a little bitter
about all the years I tried to help
people
think
bigger
even though my faith never completely fit
inside their box.
I think I gave it my best.
I guess they did too –
nurturing me and my kids
through all kinds of storms,
(even when I wasn’t easy to love) ...
#death
#friendship
#music #religion
#music #religion
42 reads
1 Comment
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:12am
Yesterday 8:12am
BAPTISM IN THE SPIRIT
Baptism in the spirit
you can't from kin inherit.
It can only be given
by the Father in Heaven,
who sees you have repented,
your life to him presented.
Nothing else can be the plea
than his son shed blood for thee.
you can't from kin inherit.
It can only be given
by the Father in Heaven,
who sees you have repented,
your life to him presented.
Nothing else can be the plea
than his son shed blood for thee.
#Christian
#faith
#religion
#sacrifice
#spiritual
33 reads
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InDreamz
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 5:39pm
21st Apr 2025 5:39pm
Paradox
do we exist
or it's just a dream...?
when you become 'aware'
of your being,
you'll find yourself
at an intersection of two circles
representing reality and illusion;
the place they smudge
is a mental haze-
misty and mystique,
familiar yet unfamiliar.
a strange realm
where unknown overlaps known.
you can't evaluate your own existence,
you can't define your subsistence.
is our life real,
or a paradox
just like schrödinger's cat ...
or it's just a dream...?
when you become 'aware'
of your being,
you'll find yourself
at an intersection of two circles
representing reality and illusion;
the place they smudge
is a mental haze-
misty and mystique,
familiar yet unfamiliar.
a strange realm
where unknown overlaps known.
you can't evaluate your own existence,
you can't define your subsistence.
is our life real,
or a paradox
just like schrödinger's cat ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
70 reads
9 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 8:56am
21st Apr 2025 8:56am
Joy
Can you live it?
Can you save it?
Can you save it?
#happiness
39 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 3:55am
21st Apr 2025 3:55am
Easter
Late night poetry --
Inertia has struck again
or maybe it's just the chocolate
or the comfort of this couch
Sitting with all my kids
and their significant others
watching - of all things -
The Prince of Egypt.
They always loved the humour
the animation
the music...
I made them come to church
for the last time today.
I don't expect belief or reverence
-- don't have much of that myself --
They're finding their own
versions of faith now
maybe
Just wanted them to remember
the...
Inertia has struck again
or maybe it's just the chocolate
or the comfort of this couch
Sitting with all my kids
and their significant others
watching - of all things -
The Prince of Egypt.
They always loved the humour
the animation
the music...
I made them come to church
for the last time today.
I don't expect belief or reverence
-- don't have much of that myself --
They're finding their own
versions of faith now
maybe
Just wanted them to remember
the...
#Easter
#family
#religion
60 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 8:36pm
20th Apr 2025 8:36pm
Manfestion of thoughts
They say if you can teach one, just imagine teaching a million 👏 NOW that you are a student, I want you to focus your energy, with your ability to manifest your deepest thoughts. Just concentrate your thoughts, as you inhale and exhale slowly and methodically thinking, about what is your true spiritual subconsciousness. FOR sure you have the ability for manfestion of which, you desire to see and behold through your third eye. 👁️ What are you thinking about as you stand upon the still water, beneath your feet, what do you wish for in this hypnotic atmosphere, as this is...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#gratitude
#strength
56 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 8:29pm
20th Apr 2025 8:29pm
~& the warm-up in process.. for the death knell :: unleashing fully the inner aghori #2
https://youtu.be/Xm9kjceWeEc?feature=shared
the holy land of Kashi lights up
in its Aarthi worship.. performed
by the priests in synchronizations..
intense yellows of the flames..
unwaveringly like the flashing huge
petals of the fiery sun itself.. dance
steadily against gravity.. as
conspicuously raging third eye
of Shiva .. tearing out
of the darkly black nights
out in the daring daylights..
peacock feathers adorn
the whitened powdery beds
of the...
the holy land of Kashi lights up
in its Aarthi worship.. performed
by the priests in synchronizations..
intense yellows of the flames..
unwaveringly like the flashing huge
petals of the fiery sun itself.. dance
steadily against gravity.. as
conspicuously raging third eye
of Shiva .. tearing out
of the darkly black nights
out in the daring daylights..
peacock feathers adorn
the whitened powdery beds
of the...
#lies
#rebellion
#religion
#spiritual
#war
84 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
Ishtar
Easter Sunday, the day of resurrection,
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
#Easter
#philosophical
#spiritual
65 reads
2 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 8:42pm
19th Apr 2025 8:42pm
Dirtshirt
(or "The Necromancy Blues")
The dead shall live and their bodies will break
these blue remains from the nameless crave
bears a graceful pain in gunmetal quake -
braced for the wake of an early grave
the whippoorwill cries from a lonesome ledge
the killdeer shrieks in protective feign
hinterland magic past the greenway's edge
ensorcelled brain at sauntering reign
black goat of the wood with a thousand young
gibbering pact along drooling path ...
The dead shall live and their bodies will break
these blue remains from the nameless crave
bears a graceful pain in gunmetal quake -
braced for the wake of an early grave
the whippoorwill cries from a lonesome ledge
the killdeer shrieks in protective feign
hinterland magic past the greenway's edge
ensorcelled brain at sauntering reign
black goat of the wood with a thousand young
gibbering pact along drooling path ...
#death
#Easter
#hope
#magic
#nature
76 reads
1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 7:45pm
19th Apr 2025 7:45pm
cry golden tears
The road it snaked thro trees so tall
when spring was lush with birdsong call
in dappled camoflage, a flitting form
a flash of grey was all I saw
in the misty dew of morn
The light it drew sillouettes of day
dawn with all its rays arayed
was it a mother and her foal?
that danced and sprang conveyed
in the springtimes stubborn cold
I wished that I could be so free
contained and chained, no liberty
of newborn heart, replace the old
...
when spring was lush with birdsong call
in dappled camoflage, a flitting form
a flash of grey was all I saw
in the misty dew of morn
The light it drew sillouettes of day
dawn with all its rays arayed
was it a mother and her foal?
that danced and sprang conveyed
in the springtimes stubborn cold
I wished that I could be so free
contained and chained, no liberty
of newborn heart, replace the old
...
#rebirth
43 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 4:01am
19th Apr 2025 4:01am
It's never good bye
As long as there is life, there is death ☠️ that will follow with silent whispers, of tears ruining down people's faces saying their last good byes. For it's true it's so hard to say goodbye 🫂 to those who, have touched so many lives in so many ways, on different levels of love and support and encouragement. But yet it's a natural thing that happens in life, for sure it's necessary to truly understand that they have gone, to a better place. FOR sure they will never be forgotten, as they will always be loved 😍 in our hearts and minds. For sure death is not what we,...
#admiration
#hope
#kindness
#love
#strength
66 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
Harvest From the Tomb
I sow these seeds of love for future’s bloom;
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
#art
#death
#love
#villanelle
#WritingPoetry
67 reads
5 Comments
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