Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 11:40pm
8th Dec 2019 11:40pm
CHRIST, THE REDEEMER
CHRIST, THE REDEEMER
The men around You are immersed in guilt.
This one has killed a neighbour, and that one
has robbed a house and caused the man to die,
and leave a wife with girls to beg their meals.
The killer and the thief begin to see
the blood they've shed appears in their insight.
They see inside their souls the blood they've shed
and live a state of sharp and deep regret.
You pity them and take the sins they have
to bear the blame for things You haven't done.
You walk the way of Passion and the cross
to have the...
The men around You are immersed in guilt.
This one has killed a neighbour, and that one
has robbed a house and caused the man to die,
and leave a wife with girls to beg their meals.
The killer and the thief begin to see
the blood they've shed appears in their insight.
They see inside their souls the blood they've shed
and live a state of sharp and deep regret.
You pity them and take the sins they have
to bear the blame for things You haven't done.
You walk the way of Passion and the cross
to have the...
#redemption
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RByron418
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 1:22am
8th Dec 2019 1:22am
LOGOS
the porcelain colored cloud, pale;
the blind of a child trapped in
the wheel of eternity -
with a slow, wet smile and
the shit heart of the son of
Dog,
there's a brilliant embrace hollowed empty to
an angelic form of transparent
glass, drinking and bleeding,
some throbbing Thing
haunting this empty space -
the broken, failed Father,
the petty god of some impossible night, preceding
a morning of Never,
poisoned breath exhaled, a false secret,
an Away, as elusive as any horizon -
young
wild ...
the blind of a child trapped in
the wheel of eternity -
with a slow, wet smile and
the shit heart of the son of
Dog,
there's a brilliant embrace hollowed empty to
an angelic form of transparent
glass, drinking and bleeding,
some throbbing Thing
haunting this empty space -
the broken, failed Father,
the petty god of some impossible night, preceding
a morning of Never,
poisoned breath exhaled, a false secret,
an Away, as elusive as any horizon -
young
wild ...
#religion
#God
#spiritual
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butters
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 1:02am
8th Dec 2019 1:02am
earth empath
soft souls hurt hard
take up the burdens of their friends
willingly, despite the toll,
their core frail-strong
epitomise humanity's finest
oh, gentled-heart
long days and longer nights
gift... curse...
and people can forget
such gifters
could use a little help too
because they're not so great
at being kind to themselves
they need reminding
touch the light
allow its healing to rebalance you
you're not alone
take up the burdens of their friends
willingly, despite the toll,
their core frail-strong
epitomise humanity's finest
oh, gentled-heart
long days and longer nights
gift... curse...
and people can forget
such gifters
could use a little help too
because they're not so great
at being kind to themselves
they need reminding
touch the light
allow its healing to rebalance you
you're not alone
#kindness
#strength
#acceptance #healing
#acceptance #healing
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Fiftysevenhours
.Quercus.
.Quercus.
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 00:57am
8th Dec 2019 00:57am
The void
To hear a voices toll
It's pain so clearly rung
The loss of familiarity
The birth of grief and it's disparity
It's existent non existence
The basis of reality?
Does there exist, a point in time
That makes all this....
The will of the devine?
Or a step across a dividing line?
The loss of conveyance
Anothers mediative Sunnata...
In exhaustion or rarefaction
Both are minds found unknowing
And the void? Sought or not..
Is manifestation and contemplation
Is change and it's composition
Sung through nature's living...
It's pain so clearly rung
The loss of familiarity
The birth of grief and it's disparity
It's existent non existence
The basis of reality?
Does there exist, a point in time
That makes all this....
The will of the devine?
Or a step across a dividing line?
The loss of conveyance
Anothers mediative Sunnata...
In exhaustion or rarefaction
Both are minds found unknowing
And the void? Sought or not..
Is manifestation and contemplation
Is change and it's composition
Sung through nature's living...
#hope
#evolution
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 7:56pm
7th Dec 2019 7:56pm
Stuff Seen Suddenly Scammed by Scramble-eyed Subterrainians With Nary A Shred of Shoe'Soap
un der a smokescreen
of hookah haze,
the plot
is most (& rather) clear.
This year
will be
a year of self'indulged
yearning
of all our peers who favor train-robbing
to an honest, amerikan buck.
Things don't even have to be
that crude
in the wrong light and sorrowful nights.
The blue'chip...
of hookah haze,
the plot
is most (& rather) clear.
This year
will be
a year of self'indulged
yearning
of all our peers who favor train-robbing
to an honest, amerikan buck.
Things don't even have to be
that crude
in the wrong light and sorrowful nights.
The blue'chip...
#love
#oppression
#money
#greed
#poverty
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De420
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 10:20am
7th Dec 2019 10:20am
True Poetry! Spirituality
True poetry is real no matter how fancy it may be made to be!
even simplicity has its uses in the end to understand the greater good!
Jesus has preped god for the coming, the second or the third or the first i donno hahaha but he is believe it
NWO is coming and so is he with it bringing eternity in this astral plane
GOD is afaid of being neglected and feared so dont judge him or fear though through me he speaks to you in unison
he needs time to prepare and understand you creatures such angry little basterds, please be good he says
for he is COMING...
even simplicity has its uses in the end to understand the greater good!
Jesus has preped god for the coming, the second or the third or the first i donno hahaha but he is believe it
NWO is coming and so is he with it bringing eternity in this astral plane
GOD is afaid of being neglected and feared so dont judge him or fear though through me he speaks to you in unison
he needs time to prepare and understand you creatures such angry little basterds, please be good he says
for he is COMING...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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Northern1
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 1:32am
7th Dec 2019 1:32am
Tonight
There's a green blue halo around the half moon
We know what that means
We will be with it soon
There's a great big awesome promise to keep
We have heard it before
It is time to run deep
There's a small moment inside our light orbs
We feel it for sure
And what it absorbs
There's a low growling howl in the mid night
It has been foreseen
Our wings near the flight
We know what that means
We will be with it soon
There's a great big awesome promise to keep
We have heard it before
It is time to run deep
There's a small moment inside our light orbs
We feel it for sure
And what it absorbs
There's a low growling howl in the mid night
It has been foreseen
Our wings near the flight
#strength
#LifeGoals
#escape
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Ahavati
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 6:33pm
6th Dec 2019 6:33pm
Autumn VI: Reincarnation
Autumn has completed her work—
outdoing herself
as she always does
Rain and winds have come
leaving a few straggling leaves
hanging on—
for what
we cannot know
Letting go
does not come easily to some;
they hold on—until they don't
What we learn upon release
is that everything—even death
contains its own divine purpose
~
outdoing herself
as she always does
Rain and winds have come
leaving a few straggling leaves
hanging on—
for what
we cannot know
Letting go
does not come easily to some;
they hold on—until they don't
What we learn upon release
is that everything—even death
contains its own divine purpose
~
#fall
#LifeCycle
#acceptance #metaphor
#acceptance #metaphor
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runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 9:37am
6th Dec 2019 9:37am
Mind disappears up thine own backside
By new lovers' flame ringing time, to run amuck
Begets each drop of something, of cheerful luck
Before surpassing a timed music manifested lot
Burn by frolic and shrieking into saying why not
Begets each drop of something, of cheerful luck
Before surpassing a timed music manifested lot
Burn by frolic and shrieking into saying why not
#spiritual
#rhyming
#quatrain
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runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 3:18am
6th Dec 2019 3:18am
33° stargate
Attacks toward Sumter as signaled inception of war
Second Roosevelt died on the link replaced by 33rd,
Harry T walks upon 33 brick laid level Mason street
As atomic bomb tests across such line lateral seeks,
Drop on a dual city of 33 Hiroshima to Nagasaki lay
JFK ensues slain within Dallas on the death line way
RFK 33s assassinated in Los Angeles cold heart day,
Spanned wide national emergency dialing code laid
While temples of WTC foundation rising both of '68
Thirty-three years ensuing of 9-1-1 contacts...
Second Roosevelt died on the link replaced by 33rd,
Harry T walks upon 33 brick laid level Mason street
As atomic bomb tests across such line lateral seeks,
Drop on a dual city of 33 Hiroshima to Nagasaki lay
JFK ensues slain within Dallas on the death line way
RFK 33s assassinated in Los Angeles cold heart day,
Spanned wide national emergency dialing code laid
While temples of WTC foundation rising both of '68
Thirty-three years ensuing of 9-1-1 contacts...
#secrets
#rhyming
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DecipherMe
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 4:44pm
5th Dec 2019 4:44pm
The Power Thereof
The pulpit of the exalted
on the back of stained glass of a dragged heaven,
centrifuged from a global body's amygdala,
acts charity of the same exhaustion,
and the heaven is one of blood and muscle spraining.
In the courts of the Commonsense,
yogis and some seers are tried by the 40th years
if there are any secrets for the New Wave to know
for the mobocracy's confidential inquisition into matters that fulfill the empty breathing of civic norms.
The graveyards.
In the dark umbrella, the saints mourn,
but at separate...
on the back of stained glass of a dragged heaven,
centrifuged from a global body's amygdala,
acts charity of the same exhaustion,
and the heaven is one of blood and muscle spraining.
In the courts of the Commonsense,
yogis and some seers are tried by the 40th years
if there are any secrets for the New Wave to know
for the mobocracy's confidential inquisition into matters that fulfill the empty breathing of civic norms.
The graveyards.
In the dark umbrella, the saints mourn,
but at separate...
#religion
#Christian
#spiritual #philosophical
#spiritual #philosophical
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javalini
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 4:21pm
5th Dec 2019 4:21pm
This Quiet Place
this red dirt road
rutted
cut through for the poor
with all their rust
and ramshackle mansions
and ruint cars
and them too tired
and harried
and broke to care
and the quiet beauty
tucked in like some small hope,
like a secret
whispered pine to pine to sycamore
to green oak
to laurel
and to all what forages amid tangled roots
or rests on limbs bared to autumn's chill
small like that --
the neighbor's grey cat almost a shadow
or this clouded moon
coming early through the pine ...
rutted
cut through for the poor
with all their rust
and ramshackle mansions
and ruint cars
and them too tired
and harried
and broke to care
and the quiet beauty
tucked in like some small hope,
like a secret
whispered pine to pine to sycamore
to green oak
to laurel
and to all what forages amid tangled roots
or rests on limbs bared to autumn's chill
small like that --
the neighbor's grey cat almost a shadow
or this clouded moon
coming early through the pine ...
#gratitude
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