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.
Joshuaberry
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:05pm
Yesterday 7:05pm
Atheist
For you atheists that wouldn't say 'JESUS CHRIST is Lord'.
Oh,I caught you; you just said 'JESUS CHRIST is Lord.'
17:22:08:14:05
Oh,I caught you; you just said 'JESUS CHRIST is Lord.'
17:22:08:14:05
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Ahavati
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:01pm
Yesterday 2:01pm
Trust
Trust isn't feeling
or emotion:
it's a choice evoking both;
an experienced step
toward Belief
"For [if] we walk by Faith,
not by sight,"
Should not Our Trust
be equal to that?
~
Italics Holy Bible, 2 Corinthians 5:7
or emotion:
it's a choice evoking both;
an experienced step
toward Belief
"For [if] we walk by Faith,
not by sight,"
Should not Our Trust
be equal to that?
~
Italics Holy Bible, 2 Corinthians 5:7
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21 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:43am
Yesterday 10:43am
no regrets...
being alone
is a choice
but
feeling alone
is not...
the abandonment
the anger
the frustration, when
you realise the cause
is your own actions
leading the consequences
to build up behind me
and to stumble upon me
when I was at my weakest
" l o n e l i n e s s "
can be cruel at times
when the current mind is
in a battle with your past
regression is the way
born with the spirits to
forsake the darkness
and embrace the light
~(easier said than done)
you just give...
is a choice
but
feeling alone
is not...
the abandonment
the anger
the frustration, when
you realise the cause
is your own actions
leading the consequences
to build up behind me
and to stumble upon me
when I was at my weakest
" l o n e l i n e s s "
can be cruel at times
when the current mind is
in a battle with your past
regression is the way
born with the spirits to
forsake the darkness
and embrace the light
~(easier said than done)
you just give...
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candycrier
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:20am
Yesterday 2:20am
The 2017 Eclipse-an Epigram
I wonder how many atheists
have been awakened to the reality
of celestial divinity?
have been awakened to the reality
of celestial divinity?
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cold_fusion
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 5:49pm
21st Aug 2017 5:49pm
write poetry like no one is reading
and
he wrote poetry
in a state
of trance
not a care
in the world
whether it made sense
to others
for he
had left others
to come
to their own senses
in a trance
of their own
in a dance
of their own
he wrote poetry
in a state
of trance
not a care
in the world
whether it made sense
to others
for he
had left others
to come
to their own senses
in a trance
of their own
in a dance
of their own
32 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 3:27pm
21st Aug 2017 3:27pm
Penumbrae
Faith bears witness
in the dark aftermath;
its presence edging outskirts
Our plumed anxiety dissolved
by wonderous Belief
Already we've forgotten Its Omen
resplendence returning
hopeful within the firmament
Sometimes there isn't a God
unleashing the Kracken
from the Great Spirit's rib cage
to destroy relentlessly
Sometimes the Universe
tires of synchronizing Fate
overlooked by fearful ignorance ...
in the dark aftermath;
its presence edging outskirts
Our plumed anxiety dissolved
by wonderous Belief
Already we've forgotten Its Omen
resplendence returning
hopeful within the firmament
Sometimes there isn't a God
unleashing the Kracken
from the Great Spirit's rib cage
to destroy relentlessly
Sometimes the Universe
tires of synchronizing Fate
overlooked by fearful ignorance ...
57 reads
14 Comments
Joshuaberry
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 8:24am
21st Aug 2017 8:24am
My Puppet
Spent years ruminating on
What he will look like;
He will be groomed in two,
Curved beneath his moustache,
Full of eyes and cunny craft,
Two eyes supported by a fin-
No,he will look adsurd.
Ok,let him look like me.
Let his mind be on his heart fixed:
Then i made him in stress and in pain.
Heatened fire made me companion.
Weariness prevailed over me: After his creation:
Now,he looked into my eyes and said 'You don't exist'.
Please,what should i do to him?
17:20:08:21:52
What he will look like;
He will be groomed in two,
Curved beneath his moustache,
Full of eyes and cunny craft,
Two eyes supported by a fin-
No,he will look adsurd.
Ok,let him look like me.
Let his mind be on his heart fixed:
Then i made him in stress and in pain.
Heatened fire made me companion.
Weariness prevailed over me: After his creation:
Now,he looked into my eyes and said 'You don't exist'.
Please,what should i do to him?
17:20:08:21:52
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0bs3ss3dp0ss3ss3d
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 4:43pm
20th Aug 2017 4:43pm
Soul (?)
The rest stops
along the infinite journey
pass in the blink of an eye
decay of It's vessel
is like getting out of one cab
and into another
with no weight it drifts
as if drawn by invisible magnets
along an unknown path
an animating force rumored
to serve a purpose
beyond comprehension
widely debated
as narrowly understood
and highly regarded
we all have questions
and a lot of us have answers
but there's only one truth
and nobody has it
some things simply
aren't meant to know
doesn't really...
along the infinite journey
pass in the blink of an eye
decay of It's vessel
is like getting out of one cab
and into another
with no weight it drifts
as if drawn by invisible magnets
along an unknown path
an animating force rumored
to serve a purpose
beyond comprehension
widely debated
as narrowly understood
and highly regarded
we all have questions
and a lot of us have answers
but there's only one truth
and nobody has it
some things simply
aren't meant to know
doesn't really...
25 reads
9 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 11:40pm
18th Aug 2017 11:40pm
BOND SLAVES
Jerry Falwell once said:
“Christians like slaves and
Soldiers ask no questions.”
It’s kind of fortuitous and suspect
When your skimming immoral
Amounts of the widow’s mites
To pay for a lavish lifestyle
For prostitutes and rent boys
For mansions an limousines
Whilst preaching the fire of Hell
And damnations for sinners
The last thing you need is
A congregation that’s capable
Of critical thinking. People then
Smell a rat and questions are next
Ask not of your Pastor; where did the money go?
Ask not of the Priest;...
“Christians like slaves and
Soldiers ask no questions.”
It’s kind of fortuitous and suspect
When your skimming immoral
Amounts of the widow’s mites
To pay for a lavish lifestyle
For prostitutes and rent boys
For mansions an limousines
Whilst preaching the fire of Hell
And damnations for sinners
The last thing you need is
A congregation that’s capable
Of critical thinking. People then
Smell a rat and questions are next
Ask not of your Pastor; where did the money go?
Ask not of the Priest;...
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16 Comments
QuietusQuill
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 6:33pm
18th Aug 2017 6:33pm
Secrets Shhhhh!!
When we bleed ourselves
upon another
it is not for the hope
of being accepted
or a grasping of sympathy,
It only benefits the bleeder
the trial of actually being
vulnerable the thrill of
knowing you bleed
the shedding of insecurities,
the Philtrum
the fingerprint of God
is the oracle of self-doubt.
Copyright © 2017 Quietusquill.All Rights Reserved.
upon another
it is not for the hope
of being accepted
or a grasping of sympathy,
It only benefits the bleeder
the trial of actually being
vulnerable the thrill of
knowing you bleed
the shedding of insecurities,
the Philtrum
the fingerprint of God
is the oracle of self-doubt.
Copyright © 2017 Quietusquill.All Rights Reserved.
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4 Comments
LanaW
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 4:19pm
18th Aug 2017 4:19pm
Field of dreams
Hey, I say to the Sun let's go
One more river to have to flow
One more page to close in book
One more time try to see not look
Not so bad but not amazing
It's going and we both so lazy
Me and my life to change a peace
Nothing from above or underneath
That's what I see and I take
What I think can I will make
Some joy and pleasure, lettle sad
Can not complain, not good not bad
But when the night covers the light
Years before and will tonight
I will enter again my secret door
When I can see what it is "more"
Where I...
One more river to have to flow
One more page to close in book
One more time try to see not look
Not so bad but not amazing
It's going and we both so lazy
Me and my life to change a peace
Nothing from above or underneath
That's what I see and I take
What I think can I will make
Some joy and pleasure, lettle sad
Can not complain, not good not bad
But when the night covers the light
Years before and will tonight
I will enter again my secret door
When I can see what it is "more"
Where I...
26 reads
4 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 4:49am
18th Aug 2017 4:49am
THE SUMMER OF THE SOLAR ECLIPSE
VISUAL POEM
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