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.
Wordsmith
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:45pm
Yesterday 5:45pm
They Were Here Yesterday
They were here yesterday
They were here yesterday
Acting like they wouldn’t fade
All over the place
Showcasing their beautiful face
Their 6pack on display
The only thing they can’t devour is age
Now there they lay
In an everlasting grave
In ah non-stopping pain
Rust and decay
They were here yesterday
Powerful and filthy rich
Looking twenty-five when they’re fifty-six
Coz they’re dully fit
Balling at the peak
Immortality is the only thing
They couldn’t reach
Coz their kryptonit kit
Wouldn’t...
They were here yesterday
Acting like they wouldn’t fade
All over the place
Showcasing their beautiful face
Their 6pack on display
The only thing they can’t devour is age
Now there they lay
In an everlasting grave
In ah non-stopping pain
Rust and decay
They were here yesterday
Powerful and filthy rich
Looking twenty-five when they’re fifty-six
Coz they’re dully fit
Balling at the peak
Immortality is the only thing
They couldn’t reach
Coz their kryptonit kit
Wouldn’t...
#death
#inspirational
#religion
#God
#LifeCycle
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:37am
Yesterday 7:37am
Why I DON'T Buy the GLOBAL Flood (And YOU Don't Need to Either)
I am proudly PRO-LIFE.
So I don't like the idea of a mother killing her own offspring.
And a woman who gets pregnant becomes a mother as soon as fertilization takes place - whether or not the offspring gets born.
She is the BEGINNING of a mother, a proto-mom you could say.
For the zygote is no longer just an ovum.
Yes, to have a ZYGOTE in your body is the beginning of motherhood.
So any woman who has an abortion = a MOTHER up until that acting of killing takes place.
But I digress. Let me get back to Noah and the FLOOD.
For God to kill ALL...
So I don't like the idea of a mother killing her own offspring.
And a woman who gets pregnant becomes a mother as soon as fertilization takes place - whether or not the offspring gets born.
She is the BEGINNING of a mother, a proto-mom you could say.
For the zygote is no longer just an ovum.
Yes, to have a ZYGOTE in your body is the beginning of motherhood.
So any woman who has an abortion = a MOTHER up until that acting of killing takes place.
But I digress. Let me get back to Noah and the FLOOD.
For God to kill ALL...
#children
#humankind
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Blackwolf
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:49am
Yesterday 6:49am
Code Crack Dead Delirium
A Door To Thee Named Subtlety
A Hall Of Deep Mystery History
Stored In Pages In Your Mind
And When You Look You Find
The Directory Of Dark Inquiry
You Have Been And Are To Me
There Is No Rhythm You Are Not
That Beats Me And Gets Me Hot
Like Some Deep Down Hollow Drum
Still Playing Songs I Will Become
I Will To Grind On What I Can Find
Assume Not Vision Most Are Blind
Trapped Within Under Their Skin
See Not The Language Know Not The Signs
A Hall Of Deep Mystery History
Stored In Pages In Your Mind
And When You Look You Find
The Directory Of Dark Inquiry
You Have Been And Are To Me
There Is No Rhythm You Are Not
That Beats Me And Gets Me Hot
Like Some Deep Down Hollow Drum
Still Playing Songs I Will Become
I Will To Grind On What I Can Find
Assume Not Vision Most Are Blind
Trapped Within Under Their Skin
See Not The Language Know Not The Signs
#strength
#motivational
#inspirational
#wisdom
#determination
12 reads
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 10:46pm
18th Nov 2019 10:46pm
Primal Instinct
In each of us lies a disposition,
A primal instinct,
A primitive element dating back thousands of years,
Like the call of the wild,
Untamed spirit raging to be free.
In this essence
There is a life force yearning for family,
Protective and caring,
Tended to from the womb on down through maturity.
These primordial impulses:
To hunt, feed, survive
Give chase to our quest without question,
It’s the natural drive pushing beyond boundaries,
Like the wolf in pursuit of its prey,
It is the inherent...
A primal instinct,
A primitive element dating back thousands of years,
Like the call of the wild,
Untamed spirit raging to be free.
In this essence
There is a life force yearning for family,
Protective and caring,
Tended to from the womb on down through maturity.
These primordial impulses:
To hunt, feed, survive
Give chase to our quest without question,
It’s the natural drive pushing beyond boundaries,
Like the wolf in pursuit of its prey,
It is the inherent...
#animals
#nature
#spiritual
27 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
17th Nov 2019 9:52pm
17th Nov 2019 9:52pm
The Elements Bring Out The Magic I Seek
( Tanka )
〰️🐚〰️
Mother driftwood sighs—
shaped by Nature’s fickle storm,
yet her insistence
the old Sage whispers to me
as I come to pay respects
〰️🐚〰️
the honor embraced,
I feel the tree within her
alive, evoking—
the gulls soar in with each rush
as she hears my ocean breath
〰️🐚〰️
〰️🐚〰️
Mother driftwood sighs—
shaped by Nature’s fickle storm,
yet her insistence
the old Sage whispers to me
as I come to pay respects
〰️🐚〰️
the honor embraced,
I feel the tree within her
alive, evoking—
the gulls soar in with each rush
as she hears my ocean breath
〰️🐚〰️
#trees
#sea
#wind
#nature
#spiritual
52 reads
10 Comments
tangointhenight
Poem Published
17th Nov 2019 1:40am
17th Nov 2019 1:40am
Welsh bond of mystery origin
Daffodil,
and
Rose.
Do you like my prose?
Wolf fire,
and
Eagle water.
Do you admire my clothes? ...
All the tracksuits,
made in LA.
All the kicks,
pumped up
Enchanting smile,
sacred, holy
locks of hair
golden-black, long tendrils
of longing
with
fresh vines, of
Roses - blue on yellow
Daffodils,
yellow on blue
and
Rose.
Do you like my prose?
Wolf fire,
and
Eagle water.
Do you admire my clothes? ...
All the tracksuits,
made in LA.
All the kicks,
pumped up
Enchanting smile,
sacred, holy
locks of hair
golden-black, long tendrils
of longing
with
fresh vines, of
Roses - blue on yellow
Daffodils,
yellow on blue
#love
#nature
23 reads
0 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 17th Nov 2019 1:34am
18th Oct 2019 6:01am
18th Oct 2019 6:01am
She who completes the moon
Moving (to) the rhythm
she gives and she takes.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Focusing upward
she births the moon.
Infinite times, full and bright
Moving inward, now a sliver.
Blackness.
Fullness.
Light.
She enterres herself as easily as she begets.
Refractory period spent in reverence to her own divinity.
She stills.
Plays in worship of her utter darkness.
Satiated, she comes in rays of glorious light.
R.
she gives and she takes.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Focusing upward
she births the moon.
Infinite times, full and bright
Moving inward, now a sliver.
Blackness.
Fullness.
Light.
She enterres herself as easily as she begets.
Refractory period spent in reverence to her own divinity.
She stills.
Plays in worship of her utter darkness.
Satiated, she comes in rays of glorious light.
R.
#death
#moon
#rebirth #spiritual
#rebirth #spiritual
88 reads
6 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 9:49pm
16th Nov 2019 9:49pm
Don't be a Bigot, Son
I know
the man who grooms you
commits
grave
sins
against you
teaching you that your
blessed family is
shameful
because
your father is disabled
and has many children
The very crime
murdering his reputation
bigotry
a bias crime
making it so much worse
in eyes of men
and God
Such a heavier sentence
awaits
such perpetrators of
hate crimes
the man who grooms you
commits
grave
sins
against you
teaching you that your
blessed family is
shameful
because
your father is disabled
and has many children
The very crime
murdering his reputation
bigotry
a bias crime
making it so much worse
in eyes of men
and God
Such a heavier sentence
awaits
such perpetrators of
hate crimes
#family
#violence
22 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 7:15pm
16th Nov 2019 7:15pm
And That’s Saying Something
I’ve never had
much love
for the human spin
on the accounting
of our history -
who we are and how
we came to be;
we can’t keep our own
shit straight,
how do we trust
the word of men
with selfish agendas
who weren’t so much
different
from you and I,
after all?
we do love a good drama;
lying to ourselves
in our own diaries,
reinforcing all manner
of delusions...
much love
for the human spin
on the accounting
of our history -
who we are and how
we came to be;
we can’t keep our own
shit straight,
how do we trust
the word of men
with selfish agendas
who weren’t so much
different
from you and I,
after all?
we do love a good drama;
lying to ourselves
in our own diaries,
reinforcing all manner
of delusions...
#peace
#spiritual
#MentalHealth
68 reads
17 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 7:12pm
16th Nov 2019 7:12pm
Rust to Gleaming Chrome
Follow moral compass, humanity be brave
fear not the ranting lunatics' rave
what is it that you crave
step out, venture from the cave
sing, dance in the rain, misbehave
Rust to grave
blood to blade
that's how I was made
tied down by unseen staves
laden, heavy stones, path paved
Forgive yourself, just as those forgave
how is one expected to behave
salvation, the means to enslave:
church,
soul,
money,
save
hang ten ~ lifetimes riding cosmic waves
fear not the ranting lunatics' rave
what is it that you crave
step out, venture from the cave
sing, dance in the rain, misbehave
Rust to grave
blood to blade
that's how I was made
tied down by unseen staves
laden, heavy stones, path paved
Forgive yourself, just as those forgave
how is one expected to behave
salvation, the means to enslave:
church,
soul,
money,
save
hang ten ~ lifetimes riding cosmic waves
#love
#humankind
#freedom
34 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 2:25pm
16th Nov 2019 2:25pm
Opinionology: Seeds of Revulsion, Seeds (what) Fail To Feed
Room so small
Sky so huge / above the
roof /
~room roof room roof sky room roof / etc.~
On we went, and there we'd gone.
Skying for little, little but none.
You said naught a sound.
I said naught a whisper, nor wheeze, of
o'pinions I'd banished
from the repertoire.
( I do not want your o'pinion....I don't want my o'pinion either.
Naught a bloody fookin' one of them . Put
them in...
Sky so huge / above the
roof /
~room roof room roof sky room roof / etc.~
On we went, and there we'd gone.
Skying for little, little but none.
You said naught a sound.
I said naught a whisper, nor wheeze, of
o'pinions I'd banished
from the repertoire.
( I do not want your o'pinion....I don't want my o'pinion either.
Naught a bloody fookin' one of them . Put
them in...
#love
#lies
#betrayal
#animals
#food
54 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 7:20pm
15th Nov 2019 7:20pm
Winds blow still
From the sounds and screams
And when I walked with infantry
For the wounds were hidden deep
The enemy still inside my head
Combats ghosts and I were repatriated
And conflict was contantly updated
For that prayer you came to answer
Brought some solace to that cancer
The nightmares vivid and now lesser
Comradeship to share that crutch
Reduce the depths, and curse lifes muck
Find the bridge of hope and trust
Glimmer hope like your favorite chocolate bars
Just small steps towards the...
And when I walked with infantry
For the wounds were hidden deep
The enemy still inside my head
Combats ghosts and I were repatriated
And conflict was contantly updated
For that prayer you came to answer
Brought some solace to that cancer
The nightmares vivid and now lesser
Comradeship to share that crutch
Reduce the depths, and curse lifes muck
Find the bridge of hope and trust
Glimmer hope like your favorite chocolate bars
Just small steps towards the...
#war
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#healing
24 reads
2 Comments
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