Spiritual Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 4:30am
31st Jan 2025 4:30am
Vision 3.
I remember.
When God told me.
'Is this the best you can do? Life in a room?'
And from my heart I said.
In here.
I can forget I exist.
Exist.
Only as a stray thought.
It's not my prison.
It's the twenty feet I can control.
When everything is so.
Fragile.
When God told me.
'Is this the best you can do? Life in a room?'
And from my heart I said.
In here.
I can forget I exist.
Exist.
Only as a stray thought.
It's not my prison.
It's the twenty feet I can control.
When everything is so.
Fragile.
#God
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1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 2:45pm
13th Sep 2019 2:45pm
Another Phase of Life
Time and space move so differently here,
The agony and pain have subsided,
Actually my brain understands that fear
Is an illusion the living provided.
There’s no light at the end of this tunnel,
The darkness covers everything around,
There’s nothing here to make me stumble,
Just an echo that makes a faint sound.
But it’s the grief of those that are still living,
Trying to deal with departure and sorrow,
As my body withers I’m shifting,
Knowing for me there is no tomorrow.
I’ve been here before but I can’t remember,
My memories...
The agony and pain have subsided,
Actually my brain understands that fear
Is an illusion the living provided.
There’s no light at the end of this tunnel,
The darkness covers everything around,
There’s nothing here to make me stumble,
Just an echo that makes a faint sound.
But it’s the grief of those that are still living,
Trying to deal with departure and sorrow,
As my body withers I’m shifting,
Knowing for me there is no tomorrow.
I’ve been here before but I can’t remember,
My memories...
#grief
#death
#spiritual
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4 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:53am
30th Jan 2025 9:53am
"The Myth of King Arthur" Series: Chapter I. King Arthur, or El Morya
In the misty castle noble men,
of spirit tested in life's trials,
in the Holy Ghost born again,
they are serving with smiles.
Medieval clothes and jewels,
of substance formed in manna,
they follow the Teacher's rules,
all bowing to the King's arcana.
Yet King Arthur is not self-deceived.
He deems himself a humble servant
of God, his wisdom well conceived
and put to work in practical covenant.
El Morya, or Abraham of Ancient Ages,
with a rose on a cross on his chest,
surrounded by angels and sages, ...
of spirit tested in life's trials,
in the Holy Ghost born again,
they are serving with smiles.
Medieval clothes and jewels,
of substance formed in manna,
they follow the Teacher's rules,
all bowing to the King's arcana.
Yet King Arthur is not self-deceived.
He deems himself a humble servant
of God, his wisdom well conceived
and put to work in practical covenant.
El Morya, or Abraham of Ancient Ages,
with a rose on a cross on his chest,
surrounded by angels and sages, ...
#God
#historical
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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5 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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poptartchan
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 8:06pm
24th Jan 2025 8:06pm
The soul fields
Are you lost amongst them?
The wisps of those long forgotten?
Those purple flowers sway gently in the wind.
I know they are not truly there.
You are not truly there those are fragments.
The way the streaks of souls float above those flowers of death.
I see you in them. I miss you.
The wisps of those long forgotten?
Those purple flowers sway gently in the wind.
I know they are not truly there.
You are not truly there those are fragments.
The way the streaks of souls float above those flowers of death.
I see you in them. I miss you.
#grief
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:47am
24th Jan 2025 2:47am
The awakening of the soul
What is your spiritual awakening of the truth of your own thoughts, and insight and spiritually subconsciousness of your, own soul vibes of your energy. For sure through this cycle of life there will be a moment in your life, that you will have to step back and reflect upon the trails and tribulations, you had to face in yourself in body and spiritual soul. For even now as you are going through a situation, that isn't for you nor is it made for you, as they say that no one is sent to you by chance or accident. But yet there is someone who was sent to you. For it's in you to be able to do that...
#faith
#philosophical
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:34pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:34pm
When we remove the negativity
How many of us have felt the vibes of the negativity, that comes into our lives, and felt like there is no escaping, from the deepness of the mind affects as it slowly begins, to drain you and take a hold of us just draining, us of our thoughts and strength. For sure it's necessary to revaluate the situations, that we find ourselves involved WITHIN in our lives. For sure no one is sent to you by chance or accident, 🤔 as that goes for when dealing with a relationship, that has BECOME a negative instead of a positive that can also, have a profound effect on you as well in mind and heart...
#anxiety
#disappointment
#frustration
#grief
#sadness
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:24pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:24pm
Vision 2
The sun impresses fire into my being.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.
I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.
How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.
To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.
Some blood.
From a sacrificial offering.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.
I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.
How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.
To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.
Some blood.
From a sacrificial offering.
#religion
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:20pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:20pm
Vision 1
It cuts like fire.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
#religion
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2 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 5:46pm
23rd Jan 2025 5:46pm
Dreamscape #87
The night is soundless and soft
The horse’s hooves
Fall Rhythmic
Gently clobbering the dusty grass
The journey is nearly over
Ahead a sparse cluster of pine trees
Lit up by a waning moon.
The horse carries me
Though his back is tired.
I get off and lead him through the trees
A SHIMMERING LIGHT
The moon swims upon the lake
I lead the horse to its edge and he drinks
I take the load off the horse
I take my rod from the saddlebag and set up a line
I make a fire from dead wood
The smoke smells of her ...
The horse’s hooves
Fall Rhythmic
Gently clobbering the dusty grass
The journey is nearly over
Ahead a sparse cluster of pine trees
Lit up by a waning moon.
The horse carries me
Though his back is tired.
I get off and lead him through the trees
A SHIMMERING LIGHT
The moon swims upon the lake
I lead the horse to its edge and he drinks
I take the load off the horse
I take my rod from the saddlebag and set up a line
I make a fire from dead wood
The smoke smells of her ...
#dreams
#fish
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4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 4:38pm
23rd Jan 2025 4:38pm
Two Cats
In the soft glow of evening
two cats lie together.
Their breaths steady
tails gently twitching in dreams.
Their whiskers quiver,
paws knead the air,
murmurs of sleep talk
escape their parted lips.
One purrs deeply,
a sound like distant thunder.
The other replies,
a softer rhythmic hum.
Their bodies rise and fall
with each contented sigh,
In this tranquil moment
all is almost quiet and serene.
You watch over them,
heart swelling with love,
Each sound, each movement, ...
two cats lie together.
Their breaths steady
tails gently twitching in dreams.
Their whiskers quiver,
paws knead the air,
murmurs of sleep talk
escape their parted lips.
One purrs deeply,
a sound like distant thunder.
The other replies,
a softer rhythmic hum.
Their bodies rise and fall
with each contented sigh,
In this tranquil moment
all is almost quiet and serene.
You watch over them,
heart swelling with love,
Each sound, each movement, ...
#beauty
#cats
#dreams
#love
#sleep
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8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 7:34pm
8th Sep 2019 7:34pm
Designers of the Universe
There’s a secret place I like to go. It’s a berth that no one knows. There I converse with the designers of the universe, revealing the mysteries that history will never show. It’s there where I come to comprehend more of the world around me. How things come to change, starting with me.
It’s a revolution of sorts, against traditions and customs of the kind, come to think of it, it’s an insurrection of the mind. It finds new ways to resolve, to advance and evolve, it’s a special space where I can be involved, having conversations with the designers of the universe, remnants of ancient...
It’s a revolution of sorts, against traditions and customs of the kind, come to think of it, it’s an insurrection of the mind. It finds new ways to resolve, to advance and evolve, it’s a special space where I can be involved, having conversations with the designers of the universe, remnants of ancient...
#peace
#spiritual
#SelfDiscovery
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6 Comments
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