Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 00:38am
19th Sep 2019 00:38am
Never trust something you like right off
Watch for their stoplight, it's messing your head
Swivel such timeline, blind dwell a turned future
Put out the heartlight, consecrate blood run red
Healing an old mind, the present sewing suture,
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Walks a tightrope, sleeps soul acquiesce unseat
All three doors open, before you wander inside
Acceded downbeats, that groove is a wack beat
The sorcery wordplay, solely meant to give ride.
Swivel such timeline, blind dwell a turned future
Put out the heartlight, consecrate blood run red
Healing an old mind, the present sewing suture,
-
Walks a tightrope, sleeps soul acquiesce unseat
All three doors open, before you wander inside
Acceded downbeats, that groove is a wack beat
The sorcery wordplay, solely meant to give ride.
#spiritual
#curse
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4 Comments
Magnetron
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 11:25pm
18th Sep 2019 11:25pm
When Feeling Derailroaded
What seems a step forward
may actually be a step backward
and
what seems a step backward
may actually be a step forward
Standing on the platform
no one is man-handling your body
ushering you to board the train
demanding that you
Step lively!
may actually be a step backward
and
what seems a step backward
may actually be a step forward
Standing on the platform
no one is man-handling your body
ushering you to board the train
demanding that you
Step lively!
#choices
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 8:48pm
18th Sep 2019 8:48pm
Myyupdadas (Guillaume Apollinaire came to dinner yestereve)
Unlearned
Unprincipled
unused,
like like like,
can you quantify a billion years?
or
(let's keep it simple), how's'bout just a million?
all the canon-fodder warriors, dressed in flora, stalking fauna,
wimper'ing how Bloodsport ain't so good like it used to be, when
men were Real Men
men were real
men were..............
What are these men? These want-to-be Sharks
(Too much...
Unprincipled
unused,
like like like,
can you quantify a billion years?
or
(let's keep it simple), how's'bout just a million?
all the canon-fodder warriors, dressed in flora, stalking fauna,
wimper'ing how Bloodsport ain't so good like it used to be, when
men were Real Men
men were real
men were..............
What are these men? These want-to-be Sharks
(Too much...
#anxiety
#alcohol
#bees
#admiration
#FeelingTrapped
38 reads
9 Comments
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 7:25pm
18th Sep 2019 7:25pm
The Heartbeat Of Love
clapping hands give praise
to the one true God and King
with the crown of thorns
his deep love flooding
the hearts of all his children
voices rejoicing
dancing feet give praise
to the rhythm of God's heart
the heartbeat of love
to the one true God and King
with the crown of thorns
his deep love flooding
the hearts of all his children
voices rejoicing
dancing feet give praise
to the rhythm of God's heart
the heartbeat of love
#God
#Christian
#spiritual
#haiku
#gratitude
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 7:09pm
18th Sep 2019 7:09pm
7 Year TRIB?? -- NO WAY !!
7 YEAR TRIB --- NO WAY !! The 7 year TRIB idea is wrong because its all based on Daniel 9.26-27. And Dan. 9.26-27 is set in the 1st century, therefor its not about the EndTime TRIB. Here's the evidence that Dan. 9.26-27 is talking about the Roman-Jewish War of AD 66 to 73. This passage starts off with the crucifixion of Christ. For we read, "The Messiah will be cut off, but not for Himself"(Dan.9.26). he was the "prophet like Moses" that God promised in Deuteronomy 18.18-19. God warns that "whoever will not hearken to My words which He shall speak in My Name, I will require it of him,"...
#apocalypse
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 10:09am
18th Sep 2019 10:09am
tears at night
Tears at night
I heard a child crying in the night
Why are you crying son, my father said?
I feel so sad, why are you weeping?
I long for the old days when livening near
The forest where my dog and I walked.
I wish to return.
You are too old now, my father said, think
Of your struggle carry firewood and water
The hills are steep.
I had dreams back then of being famous
it has come to nothing.
If you believe in yourself, it is all you need,
My father said.
A sigh from the son that went louder and
Louder and ended...
I heard a child crying in the night
Why are you crying son, my father said?
I feel so sad, why are you weeping?
I long for the old days when livening near
The forest where my dog and I walked.
I wish to return.
You are too old now, my father said, think
Of your struggle carry firewood and water
The hills are steep.
I had dreams back then of being famous
it has come to nothing.
If you believe in yourself, it is all you need,
My father said.
A sigh from the son that went louder and
Louder and ended...
#anger
#anxiety
#boredom
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David_Macleod
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 5:15pm
17th Sep 2019 5:15pm
DEMONS - An Idiots Guide
#conflict
#religion
#God #frustration
#God #frustration
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anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 10:23am
17th Sep 2019 10:23am
Of Angels and Guns
I wanted to buy-in
Find my soul within
I only ask you not lie to me
Don't say you'll die for me
When you're the one
Holding the gun
Don't tell me not to run
When you're giving chase
Don't proclaim me as special
When it is I you seek to replace.
Find my soul within
I only ask you not lie to me
Don't say you'll die for me
When you're the one
Holding the gun
Don't tell me not to run
When you're giving chase
Don't proclaim me as special
When it is I you seek to replace.
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#religion
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 6:04pm
16th Sep 2019 6:04pm
walking in the rain
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
§
love
is not
a special
way of feeling.
it is no t a kind
of pause to contemplate
sacred thoughts about the world
f r o m a b a l c o n y of l e i s u r e,
thus to sate ourselves with pleasure!
love goes walking in the cold,
where thirst and hunger wait.
seeing for the blind,
lame men healing,
earth’s f e r a l
p l o t s
prove.
§
© Copyright 2019 September 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
§
love
is not
a special
way of feeling.
it is no t a kind
of pause to contemplate
sacred thoughts about the world
f r o m a b a l c o n y of l e i s u r e,
thus to sate ourselves with pleasure!
love goes walking in the cold,
where thirst and hunger wait.
seeing for the blind,
lame men healing,
earth’s f e r a l
p l o t s
prove.
§
© Copyright 2019 September 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#kindness
#food
#illness
#healing
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Kaleidoscope_Heart
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 4:18am
16th Sep 2019 4:18am
Hello Human
Hello Human,
You are becoming everything you always at-origin once were, but forgot how to be again.
Dont fret; you will re-remember.
You are...
ancient, eternally-always new,
in-complete ( meaning inside-completion),
special, and uniquely like everything else.
Don't worry, just be happy.
You are a chaotic, confused bunch of precisely spiraled particles in Time-Space-Certainty.
This is not heavy symbolism. This is Natural-Law.
You are Divine-Imperfection, ...
You are becoming everything you always at-origin once were, but forgot how to be again.
Dont fret; you will re-remember.
You are...
ancient, eternally-always new,
in-complete ( meaning inside-completion),
special, and uniquely like everything else.
Don't worry, just be happy.
You are a chaotic, confused bunch of precisely spiraled particles in Time-Space-Certainty.
This is not heavy symbolism. This is Natural-Law.
You are Divine-Imperfection, ...
#universe
#humankind
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 3:03am
16th Sep 2019 3:03am
deceptions -- Visual Version
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
The integrity of the upright guides them, but the crookedness
of the treacherous destroys them. Proverbs 11:3 ESV
my
secrets
are exposed
in the darkness
under which i c l o a k.
there i s no hiding p l a c e,
for the conscience is the e y e
of the soul. thus God sees through me
all d e c e p t i o n s that undo me.
when my truths become a lie,
my honour i d i s g r a c e;
on my pride i c h o k e,
for veiled starkness ...
The integrity of the upright guides them, but the crookedness
of the treacherous destroys them. Proverbs 11:3 ESV
my
secrets
are exposed
in the darkness
under which i c l o a k.
there i s no hiding p l a c e,
for the conscience is the e y e
of the soul. thus God sees through me
all d e c e p t i o n s that undo me.
when my truths become a lie,
my honour i d i s g r a c e;
on my pride i c h o k e,
for veiled starkness ...
#lies
#betrayal
#honesty #hypocrisy
#honesty #hypocrisy
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Pilan_8
Mical
Mical
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 2:42am
16th Sep 2019 2:42am
[incorruptible]
incorruptible
are the unambitious ones
for they take THE vow
forsaking all the world
of empires built of sand
are the unambitious ones
for they take THE vow
forsaking all the world
of empires built of sand
#courage
#spiritual
#tanka
#sacrifice
#wisdom
38 reads
3 Comments
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