Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 6:22pm
10th Jul 2020 6:22pm
The Billion Faces of Jesus
Touch not a one
some are women
some are Asian women
nailed, kneeling, blessing
coming in the clouds of glory
These are works of art
others died to sculpt or paint
in quiet liberty
Shall we now deface
their memories?
some are women
some are Asian women
nailed, kneeling, blessing
coming in the clouds of glory
These are works of art
others died to sculpt or paint
in quiet liberty
Shall we now deface
their memories?
#politics
#religion
#art
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Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 5:47pm
10th Jul 2020 5:47pm
The edge of the sun.
As long as the truth stands..... so will I have faith in you.
If we lose ourselves in the outer reaches.
Just remember, I love you.
When the trauma threatens to overwhelm us.
I'll die for you under our gods sky.
Tomorrow may be hidden in confusion.
It may appear to be doom laden.
I'll never let you down I promise.
I will always be around until the moon runs as blood.
On that day when the earth is cracking.
We will see the light that was promised to us.
We will be lifted above all gravity.
Our souls will be laid bare...
If we lose ourselves in the outer reaches.
Just remember, I love you.
When the trauma threatens to overwhelm us.
I'll die for you under our gods sky.
Tomorrow may be hidden in confusion.
It may appear to be doom laden.
I'll never let you down I promise.
I will always be around until the moon runs as blood.
On that day when the earth is cracking.
We will see the light that was promised to us.
We will be lifted above all gravity.
Our souls will be laid bare...
#freedom
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EleazarSwan
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 5:00pm
10th Jul 2020 5:00pm
A brief passage
And oft as she would come and see
And press her body close to me
I hear her voice so near and yonder
To wring the tides of those who wander
And says:
The sands of time beneath thy feet
Are mine for whom the waters meet
I know each grain and see each way
And break their darkness into day
I see all light, and know its path
I know the Voice, and know its wrath
I've seen the saints who suffer still
And earth and men who've had their fill
I've seen their blood and known their life
I've seen them pray through pain and strife ...
And press her body close to me
I hear her voice so near and yonder
To wring the tides of those who wander
And says:
The sands of time beneath thy feet
Are mine for whom the waters meet
I know each grain and see each way
And break their darkness into day
I see all light, and know its path
I know the Voice, and know its wrath
I've seen the saints who suffer still
And earth and men who've had their fill
I've seen their blood and known their life
I've seen them pray through pain and strife ...
#love
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 3:39pm
10th Jul 2020 3:39pm
Reminiscent (The Nostalgia of Static)
-Sifting through the ashes of broken homes
didn't feel a thing, more alone
nihilism fused complacence
An echo of former self
struggling with mental health
mirrors of unrecognizable faces
loving the low cards held
unfeeling what is felt
glorified by amazement
folding what has been dealt
looking down from upon the shelf
unsatisfied in stasis
-
Back to lair
only to be mindful hours later
statured in the zone
left upon self titled throne
chaos sits quiet and alone
while bared,...
didn't feel a thing, more alone
nihilism fused complacence
An echo of former self
struggling with mental health
mirrors of unrecognizable faces
loving the low cards held
unfeeling what is felt
glorified by amazement
folding what has been dealt
looking down from upon the shelf
unsatisfied in stasis
-
Back to lair
only to be mindful hours later
statured in the zone
left upon self titled throne
chaos sits quiet and alone
while bared,...
#loneliness
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 3:31pm
10th Jul 2020 3:31pm
Oh Phoenix!
nestling amid fragrant branches
five-hundred year abode
feast of spikenard and myrrh
final flash of resplendent calamus
jewel-like red and gold plumage
ignites engulfs incinerates
transformative regeneration
renewal rebirth
opulent eagle-like progeny
arises from cinders
bears progenitors detritus
to high priests of Heliopolis
gathers fragrant branches
settles in nest of myrrh
dines on tears of incense and cardamom
nourishment for five-hundred years of solitude
©...
five-hundred year abode
feast of spikenard and myrrh
final flash of resplendent calamus
jewel-like red and gold plumage
ignites engulfs incinerates
transformative regeneration
renewal rebirth
opulent eagle-like progeny
arises from cinders
bears progenitors detritus
to high priests of Heliopolis
gathers fragrant branches
settles in nest of myrrh
dines on tears of incense and cardamom
nourishment for five-hundred years of solitude
©...
#death
#rebirth
#spiritual #mythology
#spiritual #mythology
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javalini
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 3:27pm
10th Jul 2020 3:27pm
DROUGHT
when i thought poetry
finally died
it coughed a bit
and then just sighed
and then i saw
its spirit rise
like vapor
in this heated lull
to hang in droplets
on the skull
those bones as gray
and thick as cloud
and lightening, bright
and thunder, loud
and then its words
upon my pain
medicinal
as summer rain
finally died
it coughed a bit
and then just sighed
and then i saw
its spirit rise
like vapor
in this heated lull
to hang in droplets
on the skull
those bones as gray
and thick as cloud
and lightening, bright
and thunder, loud
and then its words
upon my pain
medicinal
as summer rain
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 11:20am
10th Jul 2020 11:20am
Cotton mouth saltine choke out
Idle slingshots across the spectral locomotion
Slip into an awareness of conundrum and art
Unwed belate star bolstering an azure ocean
Shambala woodland reserve took of any part
Radiant empyrean abate this time via motion
Don't fear a reaper under your shielded heart
Slip into an awareness of conundrum and art
Unwed belate star bolstering an azure ocean
Shambala woodland reserve took of any part
Radiant empyrean abate this time via motion
Don't fear a reaper under your shielded heart
#stars
#shadows
#philosophical
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Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 5:03am
10th Jul 2020 5:03am
Breathe
Breathe in deep
Divine repose
Cease to breathe
De/Recompose.
ALL is Love.
R.
Divine repose
Cease to breathe
De/Recompose.
ALL is Love.
R.
#love
#StreamOfConsciousness
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2 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 2:23am
10th Jul 2020 2:23am
Song
Song
Oh Jennie, i sit down at your feet
night be springing up
spring does also, from itself = in belief.
And from without
ace i would never have knowd. Now
may i? What has brought me to the
window together in praise, and What is
it that is beheld? – Please – It is wrong
unless it contains one wrong – Oh
Jennie, i sit...
Oh Jennie, i sit down at your feet
night be springing up
spring does also, from itself = in belief.
And from without
ace i would never have knowd. Now
may i? What has brought me to the
window together in praise, and What is
it that is beheld? – Please – It is wrong
unless it contains one wrong – Oh
Jennie, i sit...
#love
#religion
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2 Comments
Neoma
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 2:15am
10th Jul 2020 2:15am
..Ommmmm... ..Ommmmm...
the most excellent of the Divine
Om
Language
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This article is about sacred voice and
spiritual icon in Indian religions. See
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(disambiguation) for other uses.
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Om
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spiritual icon in Indian religions. See
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(disambiguation) for other uses.
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#love
#religion
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Calamityofgin
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 6:16pm
9th Jul 2020 6:16pm
Man
When were you cast out Brother?
I had named you
Adam
Your woman still lies
In great beauty
Red hair spilled on the desert floor
Great sands pillowing against
Open thighs
As sometimes
In its infinite piling
As it would be rough
With your fingertips
Pressed
Preparing her for entry
Sweet tendrils
Wrap vermillion and dark
Like the cinder curling of
My word as it burns
The ink bleeds mankind
Into ashen wandering
And back again
To dust
In only the blink of my eye...
I had named you
Adam
Your woman still lies
In great beauty
Red hair spilled on the desert floor
Great sands pillowing against
Open thighs
As sometimes
In its infinite piling
As it would be rough
With your fingertips
Pressed
Preparing her for entry
Sweet tendrils
Wrap vermillion and dark
Like the cinder curling of
My word as it burns
The ink bleeds mankind
Into ashen wandering
And back again
To dust
In only the blink of my eye...
#religion
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12 Comments
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 7:00am
9th Jul 2020 7:00am
3
There are three of me
One slightly above the other
Two you cannot see
Yet they are what I dream to be
Shimmering out of sight and free
One slightly above the other
Two you cannot see
Yet they are what I dream to be
Shimmering out of sight and free
#hope
#spiritual
#SelfDiscovery
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2 Comments
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