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.
Elenore
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:38am
Yesterday 2:38am
Finished Before Time
I want to ring the doorbell on your yesterday.
Will you answer? Or will mystery greet me?
Would you come out to play this awkward game of life with me? I find I am confused in my weakness. I seek a tender companionship.
Let us absorb today’s grand daylight as the Divine ignites a flame in us.
We’ll reflect on the thoughts of tomorrow with the light of today.
We’ll surround ourselves with loving affirmations for the future.
I'll confront the ghosts of your darkness and cast them out, then serve you comfort.
We will become one with the...
Will you answer? Or will mystery greet me?
Would you come out to play this awkward game of life with me? I find I am confused in my weakness. I seek a tender companionship.
Let us absorb today’s grand daylight as the Divine ignites a flame in us.
We’ll reflect on the thoughts of tomorrow with the light of today.
We’ll surround ourselves with loving affirmations for the future.
I'll confront the ghosts of your darkness and cast them out, then serve you comfort.
We will become one with the...
#love
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#acceptance
#determination
34 reads
4 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 6:29pm
13th Aug 2022 6:29pm
God's Workmen
I am not a religious person
Nor do I claim to be a Christian
But I believe the world is run
On spiritual principles and therefore
By choice I am a spiritual individual
It's my belief that we were put on this Earth
To not only love each other but to
Help each other when we are able and
Therefore, that makes us God's Workmen
Ever ready to serve our fellow man
One might ask if that means
We're supposed to help everybody
But we know that would be impossible
I always help those who want my help
Whenever...
Nor do I claim to be a Christian
But I believe the world is run
On spiritual principles and therefore
By choice I am a spiritual individual
It's my belief that we were put on this Earth
To not only love each other but to
Help each other when we are able and
Therefore, that makes us God's Workmen
Ever ready to serve our fellow man
One might ask if that means
We're supposed to help everybody
But we know that would be impossible
I always help those who want my help
Whenever...
#love
38 reads
9 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 8:36pm
12th Aug 2022 8:36pm
On Snowdonia, We Sat Down and Wept
This is the land
Dethroned Tolkein’s imagination
From soulless suburban burden.
This is the land
Dead poets track the railed rosaries
Of quarrymen’s blunted prayers.
Primitive aching jaw, unbraced steel,
Mouths two thousand years of history,
Mother tongue sucks fossils
Then spits them out.
Last snow of spring tiles the light,
Clay roofs once branched sky walls
As airborne feathers fear the fall.
In pendwmpian, we learn to fly.
Birthplace of phantoms, broken spectres,
Something beautifully...
Dethroned Tolkein’s imagination
From soulless suburban burden.
This is the land
Dead poets track the railed rosaries
Of quarrymen’s blunted prayers.
Primitive aching jaw, unbraced steel,
Mouths two thousand years of history,
Mother tongue sucks fossils
Then spits them out.
Last snow of spring tiles the light,
Clay roofs once branched sky walls
As airborne feathers fear the fall.
In pendwmpian, we learn to fly.
Birthplace of phantoms, broken spectres,
Something beautifully...
#beauty
#nature
#LifeCycle
36 reads
4 Comments
Opentotheskies
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 10:04pm
11th Aug 2022 10:04pm
The self
I get carried
Always
Trying to make it right somehow
Looking to see you right
Accepting im wrong
Fighting my pride
.....in the garden
We fall silently
Like leaves
In a dry hot summer
Crumbling.....
Fragments, a disintegration
I get taken away
On whimsical tangents
Forgetting why was why
Stranded in thought
Unable to see your view
Self importance fixed like glue
On the stairway
I know its my last chance
Knowing that I should kiss
Your tender sweet...
Always
Trying to make it right somehow
Looking to see you right
Accepting im wrong
Fighting my pride
.....in the garden
We fall silently
Like leaves
In a dry hot summer
Crumbling.....
Fragments, a disintegration
I get taken away
On whimsical tangents
Forgetting why was why
Stranded in thought
Unable to see your view
Self importance fixed like glue
On the stairway
I know its my last chance
Knowing that I should kiss
Your tender sweet...
#death
#fate
#confessional
47 reads
2 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 5:20am
11th Aug 2022 5:20am
All Ways
always tend to
present
matters
formers always
become
latters
(C)2022 Raibeart Bruis
present
matters
formers always
become
latters
(C)2022 Raibeart Bruis
#philosophical
35 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 6:12pm
10th Aug 2022 6:12pm
Gently I Go Into The Calling Of The Night
The reflection of self is always a quiet moment in time
I have been feeling like I can float on clouds
Dancing on air while my feet are firmly planted in the realm of time
While giving unto the Goddesses, Queens of old
Bowing to my ancestors’ beautiful voices chanting on the winds
Meditating to the sound of their harmony while at rest
To the earth I speak the truth
To the universe tenderly cloak me within its embracing sound
My hands seeping into the bed of the earth
Tilling virgin soil for blossoming the beauty of its growth ...
I have been feeling like I can float on clouds
Dancing on air while my feet are firmly planted in the realm of time
While giving unto the Goddesses, Queens of old
Bowing to my ancestors’ beautiful voices chanting on the winds
Meditating to the sound of their harmony while at rest
To the earth I speak the truth
To the universe tenderly cloak me within its embracing sound
My hands seeping into the bed of the earth
Tilling virgin soil for blossoming the beauty of its growth ...
#spiritual
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#passion
#SelfWorth
97 reads
11 Comments
peninnah
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 11:44am
10th Aug 2022 11:44am
BEARING MY CROSS
Bearing my Cross
I bid all goodbye.
Without restrictions or instructions
To thee Oh Lord my Saviour I creed;
Thy Will I will.
Bearing my cross
All else in the rear view.
Your Yoke I tightly fasten
Your way Your truth;
The beginning and the end of my ambitions.
Bearing my cross~
©
I bid all goodbye.
Without restrictions or instructions
To thee Oh Lord my Saviour I creed;
Thy Will I will.
Bearing my cross
All else in the rear view.
Your Yoke I tightly fasten
Your way Your truth;
The beginning and the end of my ambitions.
Bearing my cross~
©
#love
#God
#Christian
#LifeGoals
#sacrifice
35 reads
6 Comments
monovox128
Poem Published
9th Aug 2022 6:28am
9th Aug 2022 6:28am
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED
Sadly we're always being looked upon and critiqued
by people for whom we do and do not even know.
Simply by our title, occupation or possible association
or even by possessions we chose to or not to show.
We often judge by our nationality or ethnic color
sometimes even by the awards that we have received.
By an occasion or even often church affiliation
comes down to what we choose to or not to believe.
Why are we judged on what and how much we spend?
or even questioned why we gave or did not give. ...
Sadly we're always being looked upon and critiqued
by people for whom we do and do not even know.
Simply by our title, occupation or possible association
or even by possessions we chose to or not to show.
We often judge by our nationality or ethnic color
sometimes even by the awards that we have received.
By an occasion or even often church affiliation
comes down to what we choose to or not to believe.
Why are we judged on what and how much we spend?
or even questioned why we gave or did not give. ...
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#morality
48 reads
0 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
9th Aug 2022 4:44am
9th Aug 2022 4:44am
Overcoming Resistance
life is challenging
painful
often more because
we resist
we squirm
against the tide
we paddle
upstream
we grab grasp
and cling
there is
another way
stop fighting
breathe deeply
breathe slowly
relax
lean back
look up
to the clouds
let the river
support you
carry you
relax
observe
be passive
relax
float drift
dream
give in
to being
until
...
painful
often more because
we resist
we squirm
against the tide
we paddle
upstream
we grab grasp
and cling
there is
another way
stop fighting
breathe deeply
breathe slowly
relax
lean back
look up
to the clouds
let the river
support you
carry you
relax
observe
be passive
relax
float drift
dream
give in
to being
until
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual #meditation
#spiritual #meditation
47 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
9th Aug 2022 1:10am
9th Aug 2022 1:10am
Snack Immemorial
The endless Eon Potato
Was the timeless tuber of God
And when served with Orvieto
Received an approving nod...
For God enjoyed wine with spuds,
Although mostly when they were fried,
Which resurrected tasteless duds
From other projects she had tried.
Then she started to fry some souls
To see if that improved their taste
But then she served them in big bowls
Of Krazy Glue and Elmer's Paste!
"Well that was bollocks, wasn't it?"
Was what she said of the result
And was a failure she'd admit
Later on as an adult.
So...
Was the timeless tuber of God
And when served with Orvieto
Received an approving nod...
For God enjoyed wine with spuds,
Although mostly when they were fried,
Which resurrected tasteless duds
From other projects she had tried.
Then she started to fry some souls
To see if that improved their taste
But then she served them in big bowls
Of Krazy Glue and Elmer's Paste!
"Well that was bollocks, wasn't it?"
Was what she said of the result
And was a failure she'd admit
Later on as an adult.
So...
#God
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0 Comments
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
8th Aug 2022 1:44pm
8th Aug 2022 1:44pm
Acceptance
If I love my enemy can he harm me,
would the practice of patience protect,
when he takes my eye, can I still see,
am I wrong in the wish to connect?
I know it's his mind which compels him,
the waves of a tide uncontrolled.
If I meet with his rage, do I cast sin,
urge wrath's vengeful path to unfold?
Is it weakness to show him compassion?
Forgiving is finding the cause,
sow virtue, the seed of ascension,
while anger consumes without pause.
Don't think me a fool for forbearance
nor tell me our hearts cannot lift ...
would the practice of patience protect,
when he takes my eye, can I still see,
am I wrong in the wish to connect?
I know it's his mind which compels him,
the waves of a tide uncontrolled.
If I meet with his rage, do I cast sin,
urge wrath's vengeful path to unfold?
Is it weakness to show him compassion?
Forgiving is finding the cause,
sow virtue, the seed of ascension,
while anger consumes without pause.
Don't think me a fool for forbearance
nor tell me our hearts cannot lift ...
#anger
#faith
#spiritual
#patience
#tolerance
45 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
8th Aug 2022 11:58am
8th Aug 2022 11:58am
Disappointment poem
What shall we do with the gods?
Keep them in the drawers...
(would they forget about themselves?)
They would be taking up space.
Stealling the place of some,
possibly more practical, tools.
What if later, the gods take revenge
by making the pineapple peeler stop working?
The gods I know would have more fun
mixing up all the numbers of the unpaid bills!
We can always send gods to bed
without dessert or a goodnight kiss.
Would they uncharge themselves?
Gods are very well known for using
cellphones to...
Keep them in the drawers...
(would they forget about themselves?)
They would be taking up space.
Stealling the place of some,
possibly more practical, tools.
What if later, the gods take revenge
by making the pineapple peeler stop working?
The gods I know would have more fun
mixing up all the numbers of the unpaid bills!
We can always send gods to bed
without dessert or a goodnight kiss.
Would they uncharge themselves?
Gods are very well known for using
cellphones to...
#faith
16 reads
0 Comments
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