Spiritual Poems
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
drone
Poem Published
10th May 2021 12:46pm
10th May 2021 12:46pm
Evolving Needs
There is
Life
without
luxury
where material things
Do Not Mean
anything
where feelings
Have No Need
to be formed
into actions or speech
where beauty can be
lightly touched
within a character
that shines
like the sun
It is that
That is us
Life
without
luxury
where material things
Do Not Mean
anything
where feelings
Have No Need
to be formed
into actions or speech
where beauty can be
lightly touched
within a character
that shines
like the sun
It is that
That is us
#honesty
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SLYMBEKQUEEN
Poem Published
10th May 2021 5:28am
10th May 2021 5:28am
MARY JANE
#anxiety
#frustration
#bittersweet
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Baldwin
Poem Published
9th May 2021 6:56pm
9th May 2021 6:56pm
Old Simeon
Old Simeon,
what would you say
if now you knew
as others do
the consolation of your nation Israel
that you proclaimed shone forth
within the child you held within
your hands
has never come to pass,
but over centuries has suffered hell?
Would you disdain the Spirit
that you thought
had led you in Judea’s Holy Place
on Zion’s hill
(the one that by rough Roman might
was set afire)
to speak thanksgivings to the Lord
a liar?
what would you say
if now you knew
as others do
the consolation of your nation Israel
that you proclaimed shone forth
within the child you held within
your hands
has never come to pass,
but over centuries has suffered hell?
Would you disdain the Spirit
that you thought
had led you in Judea’s Holy Place
on Zion’s hill
(the one that by rough Roman might
was set afire)
to speak thanksgivings to the Lord
a liar?
#honesty
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
9th May 2021 6:03pm
9th May 2021 6:03pm
The Eternal Ring of the One
Clenching, flame splashes bursting,
melting lava everywhere,
Maia spirit, chaos clusters, churning
all golden and fiery glares.
What it is to be the One?
It is the Absolute (DESTROYS!)
It is Varda but GODDAMN!
Mairon is part of the DECOYS.
Can this One imitate her light?
But we shall become the Absolute,
God is not only Manwe's Ray bright
but it contains all emanations, even brute.
Therefore, until you accept it
that we are the same as the evil,
we cannot be the link, but wept, lit,
and...
melting lava everywhere,
Maia spirit, chaos clusters, churning
all golden and fiery glares.
What it is to be the One?
It is the Absolute (DESTROYS!)
It is Varda but GODDAMN!
Mairon is part of the DECOYS.
Can this One imitate her light?
But we shall become the Absolute,
God is not only Manwe's Ray bright
but it contains all emanations, even brute.
Therefore, until you accept it
that we are the same as the evil,
we cannot be the link, but wept, lit,
and...
#love
#evil
#God
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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4Her411
Poem Published
9th May 2021 12:44pm
9th May 2021 12:44pm
carnal mess
in the old day they said virginity is the way
keep yourself pure and unblemished till your wedding day
God said thou shall not fornicate what the hey
in your teen year you think what difference does it make
it does if you want your marriage intimacy perfect
carnal love turns to dust, one step above just lust
both are meaningless they only serve half the need
when you find your true love he will be your Adam
and she will be his eve a perfect fit perfectly
there will be firework of every color
no question or doubt if it will work out ...
keep yourself pure and unblemished till your wedding day
God said thou shall not fornicate what the hey
in your teen year you think what difference does it make
it does if you want your marriage intimacy perfect
carnal love turns to dust, one step above just lust
both are meaningless they only serve half the need
when you find your true love he will be your Adam
and she will be his eve a perfect fit perfectly
there will be firework of every color
no question or doubt if it will work out ...
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#morality
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drone
Poem Published
9th May 2021 10:01am
9th May 2021 10:01am
Before You Sleep
Thinking
How You Feel
means nothing
Thinking nothing
Makes You Feel
You See
the intent of thinking
how you feel
is just but one
of many bars in your cage
that keeps you
from being
What You Feel
when you think of nothing
and as we all know
thinking of nothing
is the hardest thing
one can do
but one must
if one wants to know
Ones
True Feelings
for out of the nothingness
of non thinking
will come
slowly but surely
You
and in that moment
of non...
How You Feel
means nothing
Thinking nothing
Makes You Feel
You See
the intent of thinking
how you feel
is just but one
of many bars in your cage
that keeps you
from being
What You Feel
when you think of nothing
and as we all know
thinking of nothing
is the hardest thing
one can do
but one must
if one wants to know
Ones
True Feelings
for out of the nothingness
of non thinking
will come
slowly but surely
You
and in that moment
of non...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th May 2021 11:07am
8th May 2021 11:07am
~love freefalls a rebirth rain.. over viral mindweight deathrigours
1.
:: heady plays in shades of grey ::
circuitous pensive pain moonveins
beep alarmingly electric.. all over
the weighing down circumference
splices each hammering down loci
as one manacling umbilicate tangle
this . spitting heavyheadedness
[a whining wooden rounded up chunk
in the becoming :: unbecomingness
to vagabond splintering' brokenness
dusts- churning loud thoroughbreds-
of diminutive deforested clinical nothings
to dugout clusters of pregnant memories
pressed...
:: heady plays in shades of grey ::
circuitous pensive pain moonveins
beep alarmingly electric.. all over
the weighing down circumference
splices each hammering down loci
as one manacling umbilicate tangle
this . spitting heavyheadedness
[a whining wooden rounded up chunk
in the becoming :: unbecomingness
to vagabond splintering' brokenness
dusts- churning loud thoroughbreds-
of diminutive deforested clinical nothings
to dugout clusters of pregnant memories
pressed...
#love
#hope
#death
#faith
#pandemic
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MyLadyCharlotina
Poem Published
8th May 2021 8:30am
8th May 2021 8:30am
They traveled, and when he returned, he published it in a wonderful worship, considered a great mystery. Also It is well
They traveled, and when he returned, he published it in a wonderful worship, considered a great mystery. Also It is well known that Pythagoras and Plato
#religion
#faith
#magic
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MyLadyCharlotina
Poem Published
8th May 2021 5:01am
8th May 2021 5:01am
If I recover from that ancient magic (the wisdom of all the wise men), and from the mistakes of remorse. :
books
#religion
#faith
#magic
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BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
8th May 2021 3:21am
8th May 2021 3:21am
Bones in the swamp
Water the color of old, pooled blood
Slowly moving forward in watery seconds
Small plants waving their tendrils
In ghostly, ever so slow movements
So many lazy fat insects hovering
Their effervescent silvery wings
Winking the weak, cold sunlight
Glum looking frogs with bubble gum tongues
Snatching them straight out of the air
Their fellow insects move apart from the space
As if they created a slow moving bead curtain
Alligator eyes peer up and out of the water
The blood of ancients flow in their veins
Lazily swimming casually...
Slowly moving forward in watery seconds
Small plants waving their tendrils
In ghostly, ever so slow movements
So many lazy fat insects hovering
Their effervescent silvery wings
Winking the weak, cold sunlight
Glum looking frogs with bubble gum tongues
Snatching them straight out of the air
Their fellow insects move apart from the space
As if they created a slow moving bead curtain
Alligator eyes peer up and out of the water
The blood of ancients flow in their veins
Lazily swimming casually...
#river
#flowers
#animals
#nature
#peace
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dumdum10100
Poem Published
7th May 2021 11:42am
7th May 2021 11:42am
At a Roads End
At a Road’s End
Sun-drenched hillsides elate my youthful soul,
as I aimlessly ramble down lost roads.
Forgotten woods filled with life; croaking toads,
a slithering snake, hooting owls, young foal.
Along this magic adventure I stroll;
to find the hidden city of pure gold,
or would nature’s secrets I e’er behold?
This blissful view of mine, Tomorrow stole.
Engulfed with fear; as skies turn crimson red,
awful approaching dusk hangs on the wind,
your strange presence encourages this dread,
and while, your flirty offer, I’ve...
Sun-drenched hillsides elate my youthful soul,
as I aimlessly ramble down lost roads.
Forgotten woods filled with life; croaking toads,
a slithering snake, hooting owls, young foal.
Along this magic adventure I stroll;
to find the hidden city of pure gold,
or would nature’s secrets I e’er behold?
This blissful view of mine, Tomorrow stole.
Engulfed with fear; as skies turn crimson red,
awful approaching dusk hangs on the wind,
your strange presence encourages this dread,
and while, your flirty offer, I’ve...
#death
#sonnet
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th May 2021 1:48am
7th May 2021 1:48am
Mr. Ford Crosses the Bridge - May 6th
Dear Mr. Ford,
I’m sorry that I only met you in your last days
When you were ready to cross that bridge
I was told you were a hardworking,
Wonderful, caring family man
And that you needed some assistance
When your grandson asked if I could help
I was glad because you raised a good man
It was only a small gesture but seeing you there
On your death bed was heartbreaking
I had never seen the eyes of a man
Stare into my soul like that
I don’t know the pain you must have been in
But you were fading, slowly, fading ...
I’m sorry that I only met you in your last days
When you were ready to cross that bridge
I was told you were a hardworking,
Wonderful, caring family man
And that you needed some assistance
When your grandson asked if I could help
I was glad because you raised a good man
It was only a small gesture but seeing you there
On your death bed was heartbreaking
I had never seen the eyes of a man
Stare into my soul like that
I don’t know the pain you must have been in
But you were fading, slowly, fading ...
#love
#family
#death #fatherhood
#death #fatherhood
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