Long Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
Sacred Dust
In moonlight’s glow
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
#magic
#pagan
#witches
419 reads
31 Comments
King_Seraphiel
Joshua Jamal
Joshua Jamal
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 10:43pm
1st Oct 2024 10:43pm
Sons of God
I am to trust the woman that is suppose to hold my spine
While being questioned and put under review as if I'm the one who committed a crime
My mind is flooded with words from questions and slander/ interrupted rest while in continuous servitude while held in contempt for just a misinterpreted gander/ being rebuked and reminded of a standard/ continually interjected and silenced/ only having a nod of consent and my hand to hand her/ this land was at 1st governed by man/ for man was and is the splitting image of God/ It was only when man was deceived by woman when man was introduced...
While being questioned and put under review as if I'm the one who committed a crime
My mind is flooded with words from questions and slander/ interrupted rest while in continuous servitude while held in contempt for just a misinterpreted gander/ being rebuked and reminded of a standard/ continually interjected and silenced/ only having a nod of consent and my hand to hand her/ this land was at 1st governed by man/ for man was and is the splitting image of God/ It was only when man was deceived by woman when man was introduced...
#faith
#morality
#spiritual
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0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 3:37am
27th Sep 2024 3:37am
artistry
ignorance is Saint Ignacius a bloodied path
climbing the high road is futility
knowledge seekers beware it is powerful to behold Him
arrange intelligence and keen it might require your mired soul
loveless and painful release is the gathering of the keys
interrupting innocence has taken its toll
furthering your understanding while draining your core
ascending in understanding then leaving my senses in the underworld
endless space, endless dimensions
hurtful honesty needs something steady beneath her feet
combining forces of...
climbing the high road is futility
knowledge seekers beware it is powerful to behold Him
arrange intelligence and keen it might require your mired soul
loveless and painful release is the gathering of the keys
interrupting innocence has taken its toll
furthering your understanding while draining your core
ascending in understanding then leaving my senses in the underworld
endless space, endless dimensions
hurtful honesty needs something steady beneath her feet
combining forces of...
#metaphor
95 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 9:21pm
25th Sep 2024 9:21pm
rusHour
The one principle that surrounds everything else is that of
stewardship; that we are the managers of everything that
God has given us.—”Larry Burkett
it must be for the greater good
that some above the crowds have stood,
while others on the edge of life repine;
the stewardship of every man
must be to serve a nobler plan
than pick his teeth and phartz above cloud nine.
the lawyer in sartorial guise
must not the ass...
stewardship; that we are the managers of everything that
God has given us.—”Larry Burkett
it must be for the greater good
that some above the crowds have stood,
while others on the edge of life repine;
the stewardship of every man
must be to serve a nobler plan
than pick his teeth and phartz above cloud nine.
the lawyer in sartorial guise
must not the ass...
#kindness
#love
#morality
#redemption
#responsibility
102 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 5:14pm
25th Sep 2024 5:14pm
Wine O ~AOL had a specific ring tone found this guy on MYspace wow tech is growing
into the unknown, I go
fiction and reality mixed together
Arapaho warriors and fallen angels
for some reason I've found reality is getting stranger
my mind bends and dimension hops
technology is just shifting gears
the stars in the heavens are sisters
they each sing a song
and are intimately connected by their songs
they each cover their children
some of them reside on the inside in their mother's star womb
while others are at war with each other on the surface of the planet
they have no knowledge of each...
fiction and reality mixed together
Arapaho warriors and fallen angels
for some reason I've found reality is getting stranger
my mind bends and dimension hops
technology is just shifting gears
the stars in the heavens are sisters
they each sing a song
and are intimately connected by their songs
they each cover their children
some of them reside on the inside in their mother's star womb
while others are at war with each other on the surface of the planet
they have no knowledge of each...
#aliens
#angels
91 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
111 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 7:23pm
13th Sep 2024 7:23pm
The Last Upper
Jesus had a huge supper, with large amounts of uppers
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during...
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during...
#aliens
#God
#nonfiction
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
124 reads
11 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 5:01pm
12th Sep 2024 5:01pm
torn between two choices
Your choices are made in a moment, and yet their
consequences transcend a lifetime.”—M. J. DeMarco
choice leads me on:
sorely am i divided.
a hopeless pawn?
a future predecided?
no parliament
convened, tho scant a hearing?
chance to repent,
ere naked flames come searing?
the evil eye
blindfolds the will of reason,
...
consequences transcend a lifetime.”—M. J. DeMarco
choice leads me on:
sorely am i divided.
a hopeless pawn?
a future predecided?
no parliament
convened, tho scant a hearing?
chance to repent,
ere naked flames come searing?
the evil eye
blindfolds the will of reason,
...
#choices
#faith
#LifeCycle #wisdom
#LifeCycle #wisdom
141 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 4:51pm
10th Sep 2024 4:51pm
knowledge
before there was any known language
there was a being who had dreams and visions
some of those visions terrorized him
some of his dreams were beautiful
there was a sort of singing
without words, it was full inflection feelings
space was empty and vast
swimming through echoing his location
nothing echoed back but he was sure he wasn't alone
the dark faith inscribed on his soul
were vows he made to himself there in the dark
according to the manifestation of his prophecy
he shows me things he takes me deep into the past ...
there was a being who had dreams and visions
some of those visions terrorized him
some of his dreams were beautiful
there was a sort of singing
without words, it was full inflection feelings
space was empty and vast
swimming through echoing his location
nothing echoed back but he was sure he wasn't alone
the dark faith inscribed on his soul
were vows he made to himself there in the dark
according to the manifestation of his prophecy
he shows me things he takes me deep into the past ...
#redemption
122 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 11:51pm
8th Sep 2024 11:51pm
Spirit in The Sky - with Shilohverse
Shep awakes from his dream with a migraine headache. "Oh! Late again for school. Mom, why didn't you wake me up!" He only hears his echo, a calendar on the back of his bedroom door an Autumn Landscape, 1954. The echo sounds hollow as if a hole, void of all feelings. He realizes that he is dead with a breath but no pulse and his vacation is to be, going home to Louisville.
"The old hometown looks the same,'' as he stepped down from the Greyhound Bus. Looking around nothing had changed, in Louisville. His one piece of baggage sat beside the bus. Heat waves of...
"The old hometown looks the same,'' as he stepped down from the Greyhound Bus. Looking around nothing had changed, in Louisville. His one piece of baggage sat beside the bus. Heat waves of...
#collaboration
#inspirational
#spiritual
141 reads
9 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 3:37am
8th Sep 2024 3:37am
Sedated In The Afterthought Of Reminisce
Calling out his name, his tongue sinking deeper, my creamy abyss getting moisten
My thighs arresting the sides of his face, my pelvis softly meeting his mouth
Squeezing my breasts, licking over a nipple to comfort the sweet pleasure of paradise
Laying here with him, opening me wide as he eagerly takes of me
Mm... moaning out his name
My body reaching that climatic zenith of no return, back bending over and over again
His impatient palms cupping my buttocks, my fine pussy hairs kissing his succulent lips
Veiling the...
My thighs arresting the sides of his face, my pelvis softly meeting his mouth
Squeezing my breasts, licking over a nipple to comfort the sweet pleasure of paradise
Laying here with him, opening me wide as he eagerly takes of me
Mm... moaning out his name
My body reaching that climatic zenith of no return, back bending over and over again
His impatient palms cupping my buttocks, my fine pussy hairs kissing his succulent lips
Veiling the...
#lover
#passion
#seductive #sensual
#seductive #sensual
305 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 4:04am
7th Sep 2024 4:04am
The Beautiful Calling From The Womb (Birth- COTS)
We are the unheard voices once a Queen’s egg has met the King’s sperm, in that moment, we are your soul’s reflection your next generation, bearing undiscovered gifts
From that joyous occasion our mission on earth has been ordained by the winds of time unto your vessel the blessing unto the darkness, the river of life’s Big Bang theory’s our creation blended in that blissful mist
Molecules exploding into tiny pieces of a miracle to find that fertile wanton egg, the hope in the royal flow, as impending life drift, unto that direct divine hit
We will come with...
From that joyous occasion our mission on earth has been ordained by the winds of time unto your vessel the blessing unto the darkness, the river of life’s Big Bang theory’s our creation blended in that blissful mist
Molecules exploding into tiny pieces of a miracle to find that fertile wanton egg, the hope in the royal flow, as impending life drift, unto that direct divine hit
We will come with...
#philosophical
#spiritual
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