Spiritual Poems
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.
Die Conscious
https://youtu.be/mJL0tPrlE_g Please view my original poetry style spoken word video on YouTube, I am a conscious truth seeker that makes music.
This world is a comatose so I woke the globe with ferocious calls; prayin my
Hope in word will invoke you all with my focused soul to save your life
We really need to focus more and stop being such hopeless drones broke n dull with tainted lives
Made to believe were underachievers on the bottom of the totem pole with no control hopes or goals; created blind
Escape and collapse the grasp of this invisible ghost hold protocol...
This world is a comatose so I woke the globe with ferocious calls; prayin my
Hope in word will invoke you all with my focused soul to save your life
We really need to focus more and stop being such hopeless drones broke n dull with tainted lives
Made to believe were underachievers on the bottom of the totem pole with no control hopes or goals; created blind
Escape and collapse the grasp of this invisible ghost hold protocol...
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The Farmer
Written by beanbandit
(word soup)
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 6:55pm
I said to her
as I shed a tear
I'm sorry there'll be
no harvest this year
I pointed to the
once tilled sod
overgrown
with both weeds and fear
Feeling alone and shamed
for the Earth I cleared
But did not sow
though I was so near
She put my hand on my heart
said hold this here
You are the farmer
this is your field
She put my hand on my head
to show my brain was near
Said your thoughts are your seeds
be aware of what you feel
She put my hand on my spine
I felt divine it was clear ...
as I shed a tear
I'm sorry there'll be
no harvest this year
I pointed to the
once tilled sod
overgrown
with both weeds and fear
Feeling alone and shamed
for the Earth I cleared
But did not sow
though I was so near
She put my hand on my heart
said hold this here
You are the farmer
this is your field
She put my hand on my head
to show my brain was near
Said your thoughts are your seeds
be aware of what you feel
She put my hand on my spine
I felt divine it was clear ...
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OGUN
Written by olablinks
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 6:40pm
So early in the morn
At the wake of dawn
The village still asleep
And the sky just awakened
And suddenly...
The piercing sound of
Yeepa!
The garage boys are out this year
With their powder and their blue
A cigarette in one hand
A bottle of gin in the other
Shouting
Yeepa!
The office mister dressed for work
The young barrister clad in white
The optimistic applicants with staunch ties
Got their smiles wiped off their faces
By the sound of
Yeepa!
The drivers bath in blue
The butchers in...
At the wake of dawn
The village still asleep
And the sky just awakened
And suddenly...
The piercing sound of
Yeepa!
The garage boys are out this year
With their powder and their blue
A cigarette in one hand
A bottle of gin in the other
Shouting
Yeepa!
The office mister dressed for work
The young barrister clad in white
The optimistic applicants with staunch ties
Got their smiles wiped off their faces
By the sound of
Yeepa!
The drivers bath in blue
The butchers in...
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What is the Difference Between the Rapture and the Second Coming??
Written by joegracegrace
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 9:18am
The Rapture clearly occurs when the "sudden destruction" occurs.
For the two events are put side by side(1st Thessalonians 4.16-5.3).
This conclusion is confirmed in 2nd Thessalonians which is a continuation of 1st Thessalonians.
Here it says, "That day [of the Rapture] can not come except..the ["Son of Destruction"] be revealed" by the destruction he causes.
(2nd Thess. 2.3).
"Son of Destruction" is just a fancy way of saying someone is destructive, a destroyer.
So the message is the Rapture occurs as a man "reveals" he is destructive.
And that means he...
For the two events are put side by side(1st Thessalonians 4.16-5.3).
This conclusion is confirmed in 2nd Thessalonians which is a continuation of 1st Thessalonians.
Here it says, "That day [of the Rapture] can not come except..the ["Son of Destruction"] be revealed" by the destruction he causes.
(2nd Thess. 2.3).
"Son of Destruction" is just a fancy way of saying someone is destructive, a destroyer.
So the message is the Rapture occurs as a man "reveals" he is destructive.
And that means he...
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SOLSTICE
Written by whale
Poem Published 21st June 2017 6:48am
Only now it's dark
Can the moon shine
Only when the moon
Shines can I see the dark
As they sleep
I wake
Early light on stream billows in air ripples
Over the nettles
Wake the sleeping muntjac skips skyward
And disappears
And cows and bees muzz and crow cuckle
My nose so rich with waking grasses lilacs
Whites drying their broomheads
Their blooms rubbing their eyes
And the finches chat morning dreams
Of driving cars and building roads
And golden Ra becomes a silver disc
And I just a man...
Can the moon shine
Only when the moon
Shines can I see the dark
As they sleep
I wake
Early light on stream billows in air ripples
Over the nettles
Wake the sleeping muntjac skips skyward
And disappears
And cows and bees muzz and crow cuckle
My nose so rich with waking grasses lilacs
Whites drying their broomheads
Their blooms rubbing their eyes
And the finches chat morning dreams
Of driving cars and building roads
And golden Ra becomes a silver disc
And I just a man...
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Forbidden Fruit
Written by Benzy_420
Poem Published 20th June 2017 9:36pm
Watching with attention
Dimensions
Every single letter in a sentence
even with my eyes shut
Vision in suspension
Recollecting thoughts making appropriate amendments
Trying to describe the high
It's more than meets the eye
It's more in depth the more you venture
The closer to this, the closer to pleasure
You'll never remember, anything better
Once you go through it, you know what to do with it
Once you get used to it, there's no improving it
Nothing could be closer to true bliss
Only there's no turning back, when you leave,...
Dimensions
Every single letter in a sentence
even with my eyes shut
Vision in suspension
Recollecting thoughts making appropriate amendments
Trying to describe the high
It's more than meets the eye
It's more in depth the more you venture
The closer to this, the closer to pleasure
You'll never remember, anything better
Once you go through it, you know what to do with it
Once you get used to it, there's no improving it
Nothing could be closer to true bliss
Only there's no turning back, when you leave,...
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Chrissbliss
Chrisbliss
Why cry. Try fly, sky high. Buy lie. My my!
Nope, dope: Rope Cope: Ope hope.
Strive thrive, drive alive. Arrive.
Feel real deal. Zeal appeal.
Sane brain main gain.
Miss this Chris bliss,
Wallow hollow.
So go blow.
Grit shit.
Think.
Why cry. Try fly, sky high. Buy lie. My my!
Nope, dope: Rope Cope: Ope hope.
Strive thrive, drive alive. Arrive.
Feel real deal. Zeal appeal.
Sane brain main gain.
Miss this Chris bliss,
Wallow hollow.
So go blow.
Grit shit.
Think.
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The Profession of Sainthood Is A Serious Matter & God Knows You, Why Hate Yourself?
Written by Messier110
Poem Published 20th June 2017 12:35pm
No copyright infringement intended. Music: 'Only God Can Judge Me' by Tupac. All materials used property of their respective owners."
The Lord knows I am not a thug, I am no fool to profess my sainthood, to include my name on the list of the chosen few
& without a smidgeon of purity or empathy in my heart for surety is well, certainly, dimwitted at best, final horrific death at its worse.
Yet you-----you, you, you, you, you, you with your practice of skullduggery & your sleight of hand, shape-shifting & chicanery, crafty tricks & bait and switch...
The Lord knows I am not a thug, I am no fool to profess my sainthood, to include my name on the list of the chosen few
& without a smidgeon of purity or empathy in my heart for surety is well, certainly, dimwitted at best, final horrific death at its worse.
Yet you-----you, you, you, you, you, you with your practice of skullduggery & your sleight of hand, shape-shifting & chicanery, crafty tricks & bait and switch...
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There is No Right to Absolute Privacy
Written by joegracegrace
Poem Published 19th June 2017 11:01pm
I was watching Indian television.earlier today.
The debate was on the question,
How far does privacy go?
The police in Mumbay(?) had raided a hotel because people complained about drug use.
But the police also arrested people there for public indecency.
The tv debate was about whether the police had gone too far.
Anyway, my view is that the human body is the metaphor to go by.
Cells that make up the body.don't live for themselves but for the great collective.
Likewise, people are the cells that make up the body called society.
We are called to...
The debate was on the question,
How far does privacy go?
The police in Mumbay(?) had raided a hotel because people complained about drug use.
But the police also arrested people there for public indecency.
The tv debate was about whether the police had gone too far.
Anyway, my view is that the human body is the metaphor to go by.
Cells that make up the body.don't live for themselves but for the great collective.
Likewise, people are the cells that make up the body called society.
We are called to...
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Fighting the enemy
Written by lyricalpoem5
Poem Published 19th June 2017 5:33am
My brain feels like a block of cheese
Tryna fulfil my glass
Like a lemon squeeze
Desperation of tryna get something done
Why can't I know now, that I have won?
Exasperating
Heart pounding
Fiddly fingers
Has anxiety come back to bite me?
Fighting the enemy
I sense worse is coming
But under your wing God
I ask that you protect me from all sin
Bring hope into my life
I wanna laugh and smile more
Everyday we could be at war
With the devil
As they try to bring us down
To their level ...
Tryna fulfil my glass
Like a lemon squeeze
Desperation of tryna get something done
Why can't I know now, that I have won?
Exasperating
Heart pounding
Fiddly fingers
Has anxiety come back to bite me?
Fighting the enemy
I sense worse is coming
But under your wing God
I ask that you protect me from all sin
Bring hope into my life
I wanna laugh and smile more
Everyday we could be at war
With the devil
As they try to bring us down
To their level ...
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the path
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
Poem Published 18th June 2017 4:31am
scared & alone
in the darkness
I feel my way back
to the stones
my feet once knew
fear that I may slip
& fall away into the black
never to regain composure
is something I must endure
I tread lightly
on this treacherous journey
there are devils
wicked in guile
that seek to consume
soul & spirit
silently I trek
so not to disturb
the ancient ones
& summon their wrath
they slumber now ...
in the darkness
I feel my way back
to the stones
my feet once knew
fear that I may slip
& fall away into the black
never to regain composure
is something I must endure
I tread lightly
on this treacherous journey
there are devils
wicked in guile
that seek to consume
soul & spirit
silently I trek
so not to disturb
the ancient ones
& summon their wrath
they slumber now ...
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Mammas god
Written by beanbandit
(word soup)
Poem Published 17th June 2017 11:06pm
Never was a little kid
Now I'm just a grown boy
The world gave me the gift of pain
So I confuse that shit with joy
I remember my Mamma though
When I cried and she would hug me
Mamma said that she loved ugly boys
So I knew that she must love me
And she taught me I should seek god
That I should know and love him in fear
Then she left us all to find him
Mamma, that means god don't live here
And I miss her everyday now
But she ain't even pass yet
Wonder if I'm to blame everyday she's gone
I can't bring myself to ask it ...
Now I'm just a grown boy
The world gave me the gift of pain
So I confuse that shit with joy
I remember my Mamma though
When I cried and she would hug me
Mamma said that she loved ugly boys
So I knew that she must love me
And she taught me I should seek god
That I should know and love him in fear
Then she left us all to find him
Mamma, that means god don't live here
And I miss her everyday now
But she ain't even pass yet
Wonder if I'm to blame everyday she's gone
I can't bring myself to ask it ...
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