Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 11:04pm
17th Feb 2020 11:04pm
The Real Purpose of My Life
I am a religious man from a small island in the Caribbean.
Faith, love, hope and goodwill are my greatest possessions.
My hope is as strong as the faith and the love that I have.
Every day I search for truth in the pages of the Bible.
The sacred texts help me to understand the real purpose of my life.
Why should I dwell in a land where there is no peace?
My hope is in a future paradise in which there will not be any suffering.
So I must share my hope with the inhabitants of the world.
My principal desire is to obey the commandments of Jehovah. ...
Faith, love, hope and goodwill are my greatest possessions.
My hope is as strong as the faith and the love that I have.
Every day I search for truth in the pages of the Bible.
The sacred texts help me to understand the real purpose of my life.
Why should I dwell in a land where there is no peace?
My hope is in a future paradise in which there will not be any suffering.
So I must share my hope with the inhabitants of the world.
My principal desire is to obey the commandments of Jehovah. ...
#love
#hope
#God
#Christian
#faith
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 10:50pm
17th Feb 2020 10:50pm
Queen of Daydreams
A fleeting caress that transports;
ghosting across senses
seeing with mind's eye
in amniotic rapture,
Until disturbingly plunged
back into the confused ocean of occurence;
back to reality and its' strange delights.
ghosting across senses
seeing with mind's eye
in amniotic rapture,
Until disturbingly plunged
back into the confused ocean of occurence;
back to reality and its' strange delights.
#MyInspiration
#art
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blossomingmysoul
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 7:56pm
17th Feb 2020 7:56pm
Broken Prayers
Hi God
Are You there?
Can you listen to me?
It has been a hard time here
I'm always stucking my mistakes
Putting my ego above
And shutting Your voice
I don't wanna be the same
Thinking about me
Closing the doors for You
God,
I have lost my strengths
To rest in Your love
I don't have the right words
To tell to You
I hope You can heard my heart
Just come with Your Peace
Show me Your Grace
I don't know what to do
When pain is all I have
I look up to the sky and I...
Are You there?
Can you listen to me?
It has been a hard time here
I'm always stucking my mistakes
Putting my ego above
And shutting Your voice
I don't wanna be the same
Thinking about me
Closing the doors for You
God,
I have lost my strengths
To rest in Your love
I don't have the right words
To tell to You
I hope You can heard my heart
Just come with Your Peace
Show me Your Grace
I don't know what to do
When pain is all I have
I look up to the sky and I...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#heaven
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monkeyman
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 6:56pm
17th Feb 2020 6:56pm
Eternal Is An Instant
I sit
and absorb this moment
I drink it in
fill my lungs
with every breath
Sadly such instants
come but
far too rarely
where I am
completely and utterly
at peace
where time
like the stars
in sunlight
fade away
and nothing else exists
except the beautiful now
Until
the fool I am
I rationalise
that this moment
cannot last forever
And then
like that
the moment’s passed
Still however brief
or...
and absorb this moment
I drink it in
fill my lungs
with every breath
Sadly such instants
come but
far too rarely
where I am
completely and utterly
at peace
where time
like the stars
in sunlight
fade away
and nothing else exists
except the beautiful now
Until
the fool I am
I rationalise
that this moment
cannot last forever
And then
like that
the moment’s passed
Still however brief
or...
#beauty
#peace
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 6:17pm
17th Feb 2020 6:17pm
Free Spirit
He only called his mother and father by their names,
His hoarse little voice only added mystery to his story,
His mother would tell tales of how at mass he’d claim
The statue of Jesus was “my papa” praising him in glory.
He was a free spirit, curious about others coming and going,
Wandering the earth as if he was some kind of ancient soul,
And the day before he died he went around collecting coins,
We’ll never know what dreamt when he was only two years old.
May 1948 - January 1951
#StevieSmith
His hoarse little voice only added mystery to his story,
His mother would tell tales of how at mass he’d claim
The statue of Jesus was “my papa” praising him in glory.
He was a free spirit, curious about others coming and going,
Wandering the earth as if he was some kind of ancient soul,
And the day before he died he went around collecting coins,
We’ll never know what dreamt when he was only two years old.
May 1948 - January 1951
#StevieSmith
#death
#mystery
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 3:08pm
17th Feb 2020 3:08pm
THE REALITY OF LOVE
THE REALITY OF LOVE
Love can't be imposed by force or fear.
Love is such a touch that hurts but keeps
who is hurt attached to whom he loves,
unable to abhor or to leave.
Don't ask selfish ones about true love !
Ask the God Who dragged His cross and died,
or His mother Who saw Him dead there,
after lots of pain and a pierced heart.
What is man indebted to this Lord,
Who could have destroyed those who killed Him,
but He asked His Father to forgive
as He died to free man from his sins?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH ...
Love can't be imposed by force or fear.
Love is such a touch that hurts but keeps
who is hurt attached to whom he loves,
unable to abhor or to leave.
Don't ask selfish ones about true love !
Ask the God Who dragged His cross and died,
or His mother Who saw Him dead there,
after lots of pain and a pierced heart.
What is man indebted to this Lord,
Who could have destroyed those who killed Him,
but He asked His Father to forgive
as He died to free man from his sins?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH ...
#love
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subrosa
Poem Published
16th Feb 2020 11:21am
16th Feb 2020 11:21am
A
If you gave me your flesh I would eat it, drink of your blood, crunch your bones between my teeth. I want to feel the crushing weight of your darkness on top of me. I want the animal in you to take me, the sufi in you to guide me with holy words, the mendicant to wander with me, soulless and beautiful.
If you are the alpha, I am your omega, we eat each other's tails in a cosmic, spiral dance. A sacred soixante-neuf. We, captivated by our own reflections, wheel through the universe.
Skyfuckers
If you are the alpha, I am your omega, we eat each other's tails in a cosmic, spiral dance. A sacred soixante-neuf. We, captivated by our own reflections, wheel through the universe.
Skyfuckers
#love
#erotic
#identity
#universe
#spiritual
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
16th Feb 2020 11:04am
16th Feb 2020 11:04am
Gypsie Gitano Pikey Travellers and such
I come from those wandering footfalls
step imprinted on a thousand steps
Walkabout whereabouts
finding only places those wanderlust
types knowingly show
Walk this earth like it is ours
Seek the defiance to see
The borders are imaginary
step imprinted on a thousand steps
Walkabout whereabouts
finding only places those wanderlust
types knowingly show
Walk this earth like it is ours
Seek the defiance to see
The borders are imaginary
#spiritual
#travel
#magic
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Baldwin
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 9:26pm
15th Feb 2020 9:26pm
God
What was it like
when I met God?
I tell you now
I was gob stopped
and quite surprised
(and not in any heedless way)
to see
with dazzled eyes
a vision quite the opposite
of what my expectations were:
that he in all his majesty’s
a she.
when I met God?
I tell you now
I was gob stopped
and quite surprised
(and not in any heedless way)
to see
with dazzled eyes
a vision quite the opposite
of what my expectations were:
that he in all his majesty’s
a she.
#God
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prometheus5290
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 8:35pm
15th Feb 2020 8:35pm
Snoozing
You have to be
Your own alarm clock,
Ding-a-ling,
If you are ever going to realize
You are already awake.
Your own alarm clock,
Ding-a-ling,
If you are ever going to realize
You are already awake.
#Buddhist
#Taoism
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Chingillas
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 2:00am
15th Feb 2020 2:00am
We Hold Poems
We hold poems
Like tiny hands,
Reaching up to pull God down,
One hand after the other,
Endlessly
Grasping,
Glorifying our existence
By shaming our downfall.
Yet, these hands do not see the hand that
Dismisses,
The hand that points outward within,
The hand whose mercy
Must be fear,
Putting us in our place
As definite and temporal,
As the scrubbers of his golden feet,
Shinier with each polishing.
Trembling before him
I tug at his robe
Begging him not to let me fall,
For surely at this...
Like tiny hands,
Reaching up to pull God down,
One hand after the other,
Endlessly
Grasping,
Glorifying our existence
By shaming our downfall.
Yet, these hands do not see the hand that
Dismisses,
The hand that points outward within,
The hand whose mercy
Must be fear,
Putting us in our place
As definite and temporal,
As the scrubbers of his golden feet,
Shinier with each polishing.
Trembling before him
I tug at his robe
Begging him not to let me fall,
For surely at this...
#God
#fate
#mythology
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Ahavati
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 11:36am
14th Feb 2020 11:36am
My Chosen Valentine
Protecting ourselves
is the natural response
to a Universe of experience:
stories we don’t tell—
scars we won’t reveal
hidden vulnerabilities
Choose Love anyway;
it purges negativity—
not that of a judge or critic
taking offense at storms
blowing back in their face;
but, from your own heart
Empty your innermost coffers
as a gift to others—
then refill for yourself
Balance is the footpath
of Universal Love
~
is the natural response
to a Universe of experience:
stories we don’t tell—
scars we won’t reveal
hidden vulnerabilities
Choose Love anyway;
it purges negativity—
not that of a judge or critic
taking offense at storms
blowing back in their face;
but, from your own heart
Empty your innermost coffers
as a gift to others—
then refill for yourself
Balance is the footpath
of Universal Love
~
#love
#ValentinesDay
#Taoism
#philosophical
#wisdom
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31 Comments
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