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.
Cipher_O
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:54am
Yesterday 11:54am
Temple of Enigma
The gothic doors
opened like eyes
to light or light to eyes
Seeming to have
the imputed gravity
of a celestial body
Behind the doors
the air was different
hyperbaric or hallowed
incense infused or sacred
Stained into the walls in letters
marking time better than time
where smoke caressed and rolled
across the surface like a night to day transition
Like daily sustenance
in reinvented divinities made sacrosanct
by an acute eye
in the solitude of beauty
Like a reliquary made...
opened like eyes
to light or light to eyes
Seeming to have
the imputed gravity
of a celestial body
Behind the doors
the air was different
hyperbaric or hallowed
incense infused or sacred
Stained into the walls in letters
marking time better than time
where smoke caressed and rolled
across the surface like a night to day transition
Like daily sustenance
in reinvented divinities made sacrosanct
by an acute eye
in the solitude of beauty
Like a reliquary made...
#nature
#honesty
18 reads
2 Comments
VirgiliusMaro
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 5:27pm
19th Jun 2021 5:27pm
The Story
From the ark of Noah
swept on the vast sea
to the ark of the bulrushes of Moses
gliding along the reeds
to the Tent of Meeting in Sinai
guiding those who sought to be free
to the ark brought by David
for the Temple
to shelter permanently
to crowning Truth and completion
the final purpose of Creation
the ark of the human body
raised to Divinity
You need not temples churches mosques
your body the one true ark
the dwelling of your spirit ...
swept on the vast sea
to the ark of the bulrushes of Moses
gliding along the reeds
to the Tent of Meeting in Sinai
guiding those who sought to be free
to the ark brought by David
for the Temple
to shelter permanently
to crowning Truth and completion
the final purpose of Creation
the ark of the human body
raised to Divinity
You need not temples churches mosques
your body the one true ark
the dwelling of your spirit ...
#spiritual
13 reads
5 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 1:25pm
19th Jun 2021 1:25pm
Augustine's Mistake
Augustine, dark skinned Hippo saint,
based on what he thought was said
within a potent verse in Romans Chapter 5,
proclaimed each one of us alive
and all who ever lived
to be in debt to God,
and damned, despite our guiltlessness,
by our first parent’s sin.
But is it true that subsequent humanity
was present in old Adam’s seed,
and thus is stained (though sex, no less)
by his rebelliousness?
According to a wiser view
of who and what Paul there
was focused on referring to when he declared
ἐφ’ ᾧ...
based on what he thought was said
within a potent verse in Romans Chapter 5,
proclaimed each one of us alive
and all who ever lived
to be in debt to God,
and damned, despite our guiltlessness,
by our first parent’s sin.
But is it true that subsequent humanity
was present in old Adam’s seed,
and thus is stained (though sex, no less)
by his rebelliousness?
According to a wiser view
of who and what Paul there
was focused on referring to when he declared
ἐφ’ ᾧ...
#Christian
9 reads
2 Comments
DarkDrifter
Poe Clark
Poe Clark
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 10:21am
19th Jun 2021 10:21am
Spiritual Sin
Archangels
There is only one
It is Michael.
No divine feminine
No mother of heaven
Only one God
One way
Worshipping the creation
not the creator
What a sin
You'll find out in the end
There is only one
It is Michael.
No divine feminine
No mother of heaven
Only one God
One way
Worshipping the creation
not the creator
What a sin
You'll find out in the end
#spiritual
31 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 8:59am
19th Jun 2021 8:59am
the fly
The fly
Mother had gone to work
I, a precautious child, was ill and at home.
By the window I caught a fly
pulled its wings off to see how long it would survive.
It didn´t.
Overcome by guilt I burrowed it in a pot plant.
When mother came home, I told her,
I think I wanted to be punished for my sin
she said nothing.
It is easy to love a new-born lamb or a cute kitten
but all life is here for a reason.
It is unsightly life that tests us as human beings.
Mother had gone to work
I, a precautious child, was ill and at home.
By the window I caught a fly
pulled its wings off to see how long it would survive.
It didn´t.
Overcome by guilt I burrowed it in a pot plant.
When mother came home, I told her,
I think I wanted to be punished for my sin
she said nothing.
It is easy to love a new-born lamb or a cute kitten
but all life is here for a reason.
It is unsightly life that tests us as human beings.
#love
#kindness
#hope
#motivational
#inspirational
10 reads
0 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 11:31pm
17th Jun 2021 11:31pm
Belongingness
Perhaps,
Everyone belongs…
~ needs to discover, uncover
their –
where, over there
&
Beyond.
For within our relationship(s) with
“ star – stuff “
(dust-to-dust)
the universe is perfect
…
Until it’s not __
similar to us.
Everyone belongs…
~ needs to discover, uncover
their –
where, over there
&
Beyond.
For within our relationship(s) with
“ star – stuff “
(dust-to-dust)
the universe is perfect
…
Until it’s not __
similar to us.
#universe
#spiritual
#humankind
#SelfReflection
#meditation
53 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
16th Jun 2021 8:19pm
16th Jun 2021 8:19pm
Just crumbs at the table
Did god just feed us crumbs of wisdom
a testament with pages hidden
And left the blinds half drawn
to use our minds and move the pawns
Straightjacket scriptures
to join the dot's, complete the pictures
Question its veracity
clamped like a vice and not break free
Hell an damnation reigning down
cause divisions, a baker or a social clown
Decisions that will click the switch
repercussions, with there longer reach
For a civil bond not tied to god
or walk pained path, behind the cross
...
a testament with pages hidden
And left the blinds half drawn
to use our minds and move the pawns
Straightjacket scriptures
to join the dot's, complete the pictures
Question its veracity
clamped like a vice and not break free
Hell an damnation reigning down
cause divisions, a baker or a social clown
Decisions that will click the switch
repercussions, with there longer reach
For a civil bond not tied to god
or walk pained path, behind the cross
...
#conflict
#religion
24 reads
1 Comment
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 16th Jun 2021 00:34am
9th Aug 2020 2:35am
9th Aug 2020 2:35am
My cross to bear
Jesus bore the sins of the world
To relieve us all from death
So it is to him and noone else
I owe my every breath
But still I live in a fallen world
With evilness to spare
And the guilt and shame
For my love of sin
It is my cross to bear
God, guide me through this wicked Earth
Pull me out of Satan's lair
Forgive me when I fall from grace
It is OUR cross to bear
To relieve us all from death
So it is to him and noone else
I owe my every breath
But still I live in a fallen world
With evilness to spare
And the guilt and shame
For my love of sin
It is my cross to bear
God, guide me through this wicked Earth
Pull me out of Satan's lair
Forgive me when I fall from grace
It is OUR cross to bear
#God
#faith
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
167 reads
6 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 14th Jun 2021 8:55pm
31st Jul 2020 1:15am
31st Jul 2020 1:15am
Hitchhiking to heaven
The devil on one shoulder
A demon on the other
Hitchhiking to heaven
Rides are few and far between
Narrow is the way
Deserted is the highway
God, please meet me halfway
I'm struggling to see
Through the blinding rain
It's an uphill climb
The whole way
God, please shine your light
Just one little ray
Carry my cross
Help me I'm lost
A demon on the other
Hitchhiking to heaven
Rides are few and far between
Narrow is the way
Deserted is the highway
God, please meet me halfway
I'm struggling to see
Through the blinding rain
It's an uphill climb
The whole way
God, please shine your light
Just one little ray
Carry my cross
Help me I'm lost
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#despair
#FeelingLost
#temptation
140 reads
2 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 3:12am
14th Jun 2021 3:12am
You Bleed More Beautifully Than Even Roses Bloom…
I draw my voice in these letters
And drink from my heart like a poison well
Regurgitating a thought
In an attempt to make meaning of the madness
Line by line, what’s at the end of each line
But a statement racing towards making sense
Of myself in light of shadows
Waiting on a delayed train of thought
Like slow release and gradually learning to feel again
Breathe in a vape pen, the ink is a progressive boil
Rolling its way into meaning while stillness fools the onlooker
Standing stationary at the surface
Till the fire...
And drink from my heart like a poison well
Regurgitating a thought
In an attempt to make meaning of the madness
Line by line, what’s at the end of each line
But a statement racing towards making sense
Of myself in light of shadows
Waiting on a delayed train of thought
Like slow release and gradually learning to feel again
Breathe in a vape pen, the ink is a progressive boil
Rolling its way into meaning while stillness fools the onlooker
Standing stationary at the surface
Till the fire...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
24 reads
2 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 11:28pm
13th Jun 2021 11:28pm
Summer Sunday School
On Sunday morning I went out for a while in the neighbourhood; I bought some raisin bread. The day was warm but a little sad, as Sundays often are in Paris, especially when one doesn’t believe in God.” - Michel Houellebecq
Near where I live
is a Quaker meeting house,
and an Anglican church
I’ve been in once,
but only to help with a stall
at a farmer’s market.
On hot and humid
Sunday mornings,
I sit on a bench
in the shadow of a tree,
and watch the leaves
and motes of dust,
falling like notes
in a composition, ...
Near where I live
is a Quaker meeting house,
and an Anglican church
I’ve been in once,
but only to help with a stall
at a farmer’s market.
On hot and humid
Sunday mornings,
I sit on a bench
in the shadow of a tree,
and watch the leaves
and motes of dust,
falling like notes
in a composition, ...
#nature
#religion
19 reads
2 Comments
_Skylark_
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 7:37pm
13th Jun 2021 7:37pm
"How Long Do You Mean to Be Content?"
Words inscribed
Into my spirit
By phantasmagorical whispers
Of aeons long forgotten
Aeons which knew
Before they asked
How long?
Do you mean to be?
The richness of release
Trust of surrender
The all, desired
Worth losing
Into my spirit
By phantasmagorical whispers
Of aeons long forgotten
Aeons which knew
Before they asked
How long?
Do you mean to be?
The richness of release
Trust of surrender
The all, desired
Worth losing
#spiritual
26 reads
3 Comments
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