Spiritual Poems
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
Ishtar
Easter Sunday, the day of resurrection,
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
#Easter
#philosophical
#spiritual
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4 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 8:42pm
19th Apr 2025 8:42pm
Dirtshirt
(or "The Necromancy Blues")
The dead shall live and their bodies will break
these blue remains from the nameless crave
bears a graceful pain in gunmetal quake -
braced for the wake of an early grave
the whippoorwill cries from a lonesome ledge
the killdeer shrieks in protective feign
hinterland magic past the greenway's edge
ensorcelled brain at sauntering reign
black goat of the wood with a thousand young
gibbering pact along drooling path ...
The dead shall live and their bodies will break
these blue remains from the nameless crave
bears a graceful pain in gunmetal quake -
braced for the wake of an early grave
the whippoorwill cries from a lonesome ledge
the killdeer shrieks in protective feign
hinterland magic past the greenway's edge
ensorcelled brain at sauntering reign
black goat of the wood with a thousand young
gibbering pact along drooling path ...
#death
#Easter
#hope
#magic
#nature
88 reads
1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 7:45pm
19th Apr 2025 7:45pm
cry golden tears
The road it snaked thro trees so tall
when spring was lush with birdsong call
in dappled camoflage, a flitting form
a flash of grey was all I saw
in the misty dew of morn
The light it drew sillouettes of day
dawn with all its rays arayed
was it a mother and her foal?
that danced and sprang conveyed
in the springtimes stubborn cold
I wished that I could be so free
contained and chained, no liberty
of newborn heart, replace the old
...
when spring was lush with birdsong call
in dappled camoflage, a flitting form
a flash of grey was all I saw
in the misty dew of morn
The light it drew sillouettes of day
dawn with all its rays arayed
was it a mother and her foal?
that danced and sprang conveyed
in the springtimes stubborn cold
I wished that I could be so free
contained and chained, no liberty
of newborn heart, replace the old
...
#rebirth
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2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 4:01am
19th Apr 2025 4:01am
It's never good bye
As long as there is life, there is death ☠️ that will follow with silent whispers, of tears ruining down people's faces saying their last good byes. For it's true it's so hard to say goodbye 🫂 to those who, have touched so many lives in so many ways, on different levels of love and support and encouragement. But yet it's a natural thing that happens in life, for sure it's necessary to truly understand that they have gone, to a better place. FOR sure they will never be forgotten, as they will always be loved 😍 in our hearts and minds. For sure death is not what we,...
#admiration
#hope
#kindness
#love
#strength
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
Harvest From the Tomb
I sow these seeds of love for future’s bloom;
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
#art
#death
#love
#villanelle
#WritingPoetry
85 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 11:02pm
17th Apr 2025 11:02pm
~ 2.0 defied. & undefined
the only tendrilous link
…
that been there with
the faceless netherlands…
(.. with its steamy hot hissing.. a such
surprisingly reactive in what? urgency
of a decadent formative.. an
addictive abyss … with
a namesake manufactured.. a
sorta made-up spice unheard
of .. cos it never was
in existence
in its natural form
the irony of existence..
that it ceases to exist
in truth .....
…
that been there with
the faceless netherlands…
(.. with its steamy hot hissing.. a such
surprisingly reactive in what? urgency
of a decadent formative.. an
addictive abyss … with
a namesake manufactured.. a
sorta made-up spice unheard
of .. cos it never was
in existence
in its natural form
the irony of existence..
that it ceases to exist
in truth .....
#freedom
#LifeChangingMoment
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TruthOfLife
83 reads
2 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 9:50pm
15th Apr 2025 9:50pm
HAPPY RESURRECTION DAYS
HAPPY RESURRECTION DAYS
He came from heaven to the earth
A little lower than the angels from birth
Pleasing His Father up above
Powered in prayer He showed His love
Young man wise as serpent gentle as dove!
Recalling today the day He gave up His life
Entering the heart of Jerusalem without a strife!
Soldiers up in front - up the streets
Until Golgotha He did reach
Recalling ALL He had done:
Redemption, Healing, Wonders and Signs all done for us through the Son
Entering different cities and different towns
Chastised...
He came from heaven to the earth
A little lower than the angels from birth
Pleasing His Father up above
Powered in prayer He showed His love
Young man wise as serpent gentle as dove!
Recalling today the day He gave up His life
Entering the heart of Jerusalem without a strife!
Soldiers up in front - up the streets
Until Golgotha He did reach
Recalling ALL He had done:
Redemption, Healing, Wonders and Signs all done for us through the Son
Entering different cities and different towns
Chastised...
#Easter
#holiday
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 12:31pm
14th Apr 2025 12:31pm
~the murmurs of a forest..
her silvery anklets of midnight
tinkles shrilly as an eerie metal
…as she whispers… chants some
incomprehensibly luring hush hush
verses of.. a what. sacred hymns
or curses of a black magic?
she in a non-stopping spree
scratches her bio- weaponised
curly overgrown finger nails..
over the pleading silent walls
in an unbearably ear-shying
to its screechy sirening violence
of a tearing~ bleeding frequencies
she even dare enters your lazy cozy
bedcovers … housing the snoring ...
tinkles shrilly as an eerie metal
…as she whispers… chants some
incomprehensibly luring hush hush
verses of.. a what. sacred hymns
or curses of a black magic?
she in a non-stopping spree
scratches her bio- weaponised
curly overgrown finger nails..
over the pleading silent walls
in an unbearably ear-shying
to its screechy sirening violence
of a tearing~ bleeding frequencies
she even dare enters your lazy cozy
bedcovers … housing the snoring ...
#conflict
#evil
#inspirational
#revenge
#spiritual
81 reads
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 2:37am
14th Apr 2025 2:37am
Deliverance
For a long while – for decades – it was Home.
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladies’ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace –
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
“good Christian woman”. ...
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladies’ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace –
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
“good Christian woman”. ...
#MovingOn
#rebirth
#religion
80 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 00:44am
14th Apr 2025 00:44am
(The Last Upper)
Jesus had a huge supper, with large amounts of uppers
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during the last...
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during the last...
#aliens
#God
#nonfiction
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
86 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 11:07pm
12th Apr 2025 11:07pm
Singing in the Rain of Tears
Miranda
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
#art
#happiness
#music
#spiritual
#women
65 reads
8 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 7:44pm
12th Apr 2025 7:44pm
Beneath trees.
Reaching out from the strands of,
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The...
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical
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