Long Spiritual Poems
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
oraclesight
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:34am
10th Jan 2025 1:34am
A Day Dream Within A Youthless Spirit
Do you have a banister?
Are you walking palm upwards?
Callous from the blisters
The finger whispers:
"Edge of Nantucket, Freed."
Where the synapses play on me.
This island of modern connectivity
Lace pools of floating sorrow.
Life relays a message for tomorrow:
"Peace will be held captive until a relapse
Or an understanding of true halos
Amongst my fellow children hill of eyes.
You will all know a piece before the whole
Truth.
A roulette of choices and...
Are you walking palm upwards?
Callous from the blisters
The finger whispers:
"Edge of Nantucket, Freed."
Where the synapses play on me.
This island of modern connectivity
Lace pools of floating sorrow.
Life relays a message for tomorrow:
"Peace will be held captive until a relapse
Or an understanding of true halos
Amongst my fellow children hill of eyes.
You will all know a piece before the whole
Truth.
A roulette of choices and...
#apocalypse
#rebirth
#sacrifice
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0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 7:04am
6th Jan 2025 7:04am
WALK WITH ME
If you could take a walk with me what would you see 👁️ as you walk away from the negativity of the world, 🌎 as we take this walk through this old mighty oak tree. Planted along time ago in God's heavenly dirt not touched by man on earth. 🌎 For it's true that we are creatures of entity of souls of spiritual, beliefs and silent whispers of being able to connect with you, in ways that you may never truly understand. BUT yet we know what you are going through in each and every one, of your own thoughts and prayers and insight into your lives on earth. 🌍 For...
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
96 reads
2 Comments
SageRoyale
Royale
Royale
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 00:17am
4th Jan 2025 00:17am
beggars
His tears heal beggars
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
#angels
#forgiveness
#spiritual
84 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
Deeper Underground I Go
I can’t count the number
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
420 reads
17 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 2:58pm
30th Dec 2024 2:58pm
~journaling the micro mosaics of One’s interstellar journey
like the spread open
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
#birth
#dark
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
136 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 12:03pm
25th Dec 2024 12:03pm
The Guiding Light
He went for his daily walk like he did every morning around 9:00 am
Today was Xmas
The weather was overcast with some light flurries
His wife was home and they will be spending Xmas with her parents today
His mother died 10 years ago
He hasn't spoken to his father since the time of her passing
They haven't seen eye to eye for many years prior, but once she died, they stopped talking
His mother was a caring, full of life individual that was taken to early
He wasn't the religious type
He would never go and visit her in the cemetery, which was only...
Today was Xmas
The weather was overcast with some light flurries
His wife was home and they will be spending Xmas with her parents today
His mother died 10 years ago
He hasn't spoken to his father since the time of her passing
They haven't seen eye to eye for many years prior, but once she died, they stopped talking
His mother was a caring, full of life individual that was taken to early
He wasn't the religious type
He would never go and visit her in the cemetery, which was only...
#Christmas
#family
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#spiritual
92 reads
12 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 11:21pm
19th Dec 2024 11:21pm
Merry KKKristmAss Eve
In the still of the night, on KristmAss Eve
I ponder the promises, the secrets they keep
Claiming to be faithful, donning halos too bright
But the truth in dark hearts hides away from the light
Oh, the weight of deceit can break the soul
following the false prophet into a dark hole
Embracing the hate he feels for all unlike him
Nourishing the seeds of prejudice within
While your brains are awash living under autockrracy!
Worshipping the wealthy in unholy oligarchy!
Let all instead bask in the truth, with honor and...
I ponder the promises, the secrets they keep
Claiming to be faithful, donning halos too bright
But the truth in dark hearts hides away from the light
Oh, the weight of deceit can break the soul
following the false prophet into a dark hole
Embracing the hate he feels for all unlike him
Nourishing the seeds of prejudice within
While your brains are awash living under autockrracy!
Worshipping the wealthy in unholy oligarchy!
Let all instead bask in the truth, with honor and...
#Christmas
#dark
#fate #hypocrisy
#fate #hypocrisy
117 reads
2 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 6:23pm
18th Dec 2024 6:23pm
Irish Eamond
An old Irish man once told me......
A sweet spot is a place.
Where fairies pass over unseen.
Magic passes over too.
He looked like a sweet old fella. But!
Standing behind you, he'd cast spells.
Full of Jiggery pokery & clownish too.
A fan of Crowley & other bunkum.
Even now I miss the old fella,
Wish I'd been more relaxed, back then.
Listened to his tales of leprechauns.
Fairies pixies & puffs n stuff.
If someone asked him, so what do you do?
I'm a...
A sweet spot is a place.
Where fairies pass over unseen.
Magic passes over too.
He looked like a sweet old fella. But!
Standing behind you, he'd cast spells.
Full of Jiggery pokery & clownish too.
A fan of Crowley & other bunkum.
Even now I miss the old fella,
Wish I'd been more relaxed, back then.
Listened to his tales of leprechauns.
Fairies pixies & puffs n stuff.
If someone asked him, so what do you do?
I'm a...
#emotional
#fairies
#grief
#sea
#water
77 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
A Choir of Lies
In the halls of guilt, where coins
sing like crickets in the dark,
their psalms rise, a lattice of smoke
curling from a dying flame.
fear not the sins of others,
rather the sins of their own,
more than the sins of devil,
It's the sins of the Father after all.
The altar gleams, not with divinity,
but with the cold sheen of rivers
choked by gold. Their voices echo,
hollow gourds beaten by the wind,
each note a shard of glass
pressed against the throat of belief.
Abaddon watches like a stormcloud ...
sing like crickets in the dark,
their psalms rise, a lattice of smoke
curling from a dying flame.
fear not the sins of others,
rather the sins of their own,
more than the sins of devil,
It's the sins of the Father after all.
The altar gleams, not with divinity,
but with the cold sheen of rivers
choked by gold. Their voices echo,
hollow gourds beaten by the wind,
each note a shard of glass
pressed against the throat of belief.
Abaddon watches like a stormcloud ...
#Christian
#God
#heaven #religion
#heaven #religion
121 reads
2 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 10:27am
29th Nov 2024 10:27am
Solid, Liquid, Gas....
one often obsesses about concepts of "life after death"; imagined round about ways to glimpse "there"-nothing less than lucid;
one admits that one's heavily bound by the solid exterior that is flesh; blissfully yet cognitively navigating this realm like liquid- in often wonder of during/after the "gas" aspect when there's no more body left;
the physical on so many levels drives this soul to want to know- what happens when there's no more dance- no more obstacles- no more minstrel show;
...
one admits that one's heavily bound by the solid exterior that is flesh; blissfully yet cognitively navigating this realm like liquid- in often wonder of during/after the "gas" aspect when there's no more body left;
the physical on so many levels drives this soul to want to know- what happens when there's no more dance- no more obstacles- no more minstrel show;
...
#escape
#freedom
#peace #spiritual
#peace #spiritual
122 reads
FionaScout2323
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 11:37pm
27th Nov 2024 11:37pm
Poetry and Silence
Its always the quiet dead silence that captivates me
In a sea where my imagination takes flight
The feelings of ecstasy that comes from pure beautiful creations
Music to my ears of beautiful words of poetry
Or sometimes just the dead silence
Something in me needs healing
A irritation a itch that’s not easy to scratch
Possibly maybe this is my key to that itch
I don’t know well see
If writing my inner deep world may just be the ticket here
When life seems bland and people know exactly how to get under your skin
Anger boils and...
In a sea where my imagination takes flight
The feelings of ecstasy that comes from pure beautiful creations
Music to my ears of beautiful words of poetry
Or sometimes just the dead silence
Something in me needs healing
A irritation a itch that’s not easy to scratch
Possibly maybe this is my key to that itch
I don’t know well see
If writing my inner deep world may just be the ticket here
When life seems bland and people know exactly how to get under your skin
Anger boils and...
#spiritual
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0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 12:10pm
22nd Nov 2024 12:10pm
Bathroom Church
The reason I don’t go to church, because it’s full of shit
Honestly, a real man can recognize a sucka-ass pimp,
“Twisting the message of the Bible into his own word play
Seasoning the congregation for Hell every motherfuckin Sunday,
“Bible study Wednesday, fish fry Friday
Don’t come knocking on my door to preach that shit no day,
“I might be watching my Hellraiser marathon or trying to fuck
I will answer the door asshole naked and ask ‘what’s up?’
“Straight from the visual they will know shit ain’t right
And it...
Honestly, a real man can recognize a sucka-ass pimp,
“Twisting the message of the Bible into his own word play
Seasoning the congregation for Hell every motherfuckin Sunday,
“Bible study Wednesday, fish fry Friday
Don’t come knocking on my door to preach that shit no day,
“I might be watching my Hellraiser marathon or trying to fuck
I will answer the door asshole naked and ask ‘what’s up?’
“Straight from the visual they will know shit ain’t right
And it...
#betrayal
#religion
149 reads
5 Comments
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