Popular Spiritual Poems
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 2:37am
14th Apr 2025 2:37am
Deliverance
For a long while – for decades – it was Home.
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladies’ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace –
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
“good Christian woman”. ...
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladies’ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace –
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
“good Christian woman”. ...
#MovingOn
#rebirth
#religion
79 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 2:30pm
2nd Apr 2025 2:30pm
rise
2/30
sigh to touch the stars in my mortal state
to feel the light caress my soul
entering into a place of hope
my thoughts fill with wonder
at the glory that is beheld
a passage is sometimes opened, and I rise
to greet the angels and the ambassadors of faith
sending salutations to the heavens
in a perpetual state of grace
when my body feels broken and cast aside
my soul lifts off, and in my Father's chambers I reside
recovering from the battering of the world that is
balm to my being is the...
sigh to touch the stars in my mortal state
to feel the light caress my soul
entering into a place of hope
my thoughts fill with wonder
at the glory that is beheld
a passage is sometimes opened, and I rise
to greet the angels and the ambassadors of faith
sending salutations to the heavens
in a perpetual state of grace
when my body feels broken and cast aside
my soul lifts off, and in my Father's chambers I reside
recovering from the battering of the world that is
balm to my being is the...
#love
#spiritual
75 reads
4 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 00:53am
29th Mar 2025 00:53am
Initiation
Blood in:
so daft in my grave,
a fresh-cut flesh-nut
slips & falls
from proverbial vein-
my sleepaway cave
craved awake
on chords of light
through ancient rows
where I soak my cells
in a green serene
slurping gasoline
a break from those
unblinking
high beam
~eyes:
this all-seeing dream
that winked at our dogs
& wormed our wrists
into one happy hominid ...
#FreeVerse
#spiritual
158 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 6:20pm
23rd Apr 2025 6:20pm
Sunday Swan Song
It was the piano that finally made me cry.
I’ve been dispassionate
(to say the least)
about this closure,
knowing that eras end and life goes on –
impatient to rip off the bandage.
Perhaps even a little bitter
about all the years I tried to help
people
think
bigger
even though my faith never completely fit
inside their box.
I think I gave it my best.
I guess they did too –
nurturing me and my kids
through all kinds of storms,
(even when I wasn’t easy to love) ...
I’ve been dispassionate
(to say the least)
about this closure,
knowing that eras end and life goes on –
impatient to rip off the bandage.
Perhaps even a little bitter
about all the years I tried to help
people
think
bigger
even though my faith never completely fit
inside their box.
I think I gave it my best.
I guess they did too –
nurturing me and my kids
through all kinds of storms,
(even when I wasn’t easy to love) ...
#death
#friendship
#music #religion
#music #religion
58 reads
2 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 8:42pm
19th Apr 2025 8:42pm
Dirtshirt
(or "The Necromancy Blues")
The dead shall live and their bodies will break
these blue remains from the nameless crave
bears a graceful pain in gunmetal quake -
braced for the wake of an early grave
the whippoorwill cries from a lonesome ledge
the killdeer shrieks in protective feign
hinterland magic past the greenway's edge
ensorcelled brain at sauntering reign
black goat of the wood with a thousand young
gibbering pact along drooling path ...
The dead shall live and their bodies will break
these blue remains from the nameless crave
bears a graceful pain in gunmetal quake -
braced for the wake of an early grave
the whippoorwill cries from a lonesome ledge
the killdeer shrieks in protective feign
hinterland magic past the greenway's edge
ensorcelled brain at sauntering reign
black goat of the wood with a thousand young
gibbering pact along drooling path ...
#death
#Easter
#hope
#magic
#nature
86 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 5:16am
2nd Apr 2025 5:16am
She Rises
With spirit and determination
Her lifeforce spread like fire
Every single feather - a blaze
A wingspan more than what anyone could ever measure
A rite of rebirth and regeneration
Baptized in flames
And us poets
With glassy eyes witness
How she rises
A reawakening from beyond this realm
How the words spoken
Can help heal those of us who are broken
As a testament
Leaving behind a legacy
58 Unique words
69 Total
Her lifeforce spread like fire
Every single feather - a blaze
A wingspan more than what anyone could ever measure
A rite of rebirth and regeneration
Baptized in flames
And us poets
With glassy eyes witness
How she rises
A reawakening from beyond this realm
How the words spoken
Can help heal those of us who are broken
As a testament
Leaving behind a legacy
58 Unique words
69 Total
#gratitude
#love
#rebirth
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
102 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
Ishtar
Easter Sunday, the day of resurrection,
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
#Easter
#philosophical
#spiritual
78 reads
4 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 8:15pm
6th Apr 2025 8:15pm
the truth....
"dreams" are scripted.... the "waking world" is scripted.... autonomy is an illusion.... escape is an illusion.... what are we going to do? where are we going to go? everything "off script" is "impromptu"- which is nothing more than a script within a script....
guess that's that "third eye" talk. "waking up" from sleep is never the same....as soon as one opens ones' eyes- it's this feeling of "welcome back" to the "hunger games...."
guess that's that "third eye" talk. "waking up" from sleep is never the same....as soon as one opens ones' eyes- it's this feeling of "welcome back" to the "hunger games...."
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
125 reads
PAR
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 12:11pm
7th Apr 2025 12:11pm
Ave Donna Cicciolina
Beneath the gaze of falcon’s flight
she rose, a flame in endless night.
Ilona, bold, her banner soar ahigh.
A siren's call beneath the pink sky.
Her eyes, a hawk's sharp, so keen,
a prowler through a world's unseen.
Wings of freedom, hearts in a sway,
she soared like birds of fierce prey.
Mocked and praised, her voice defied,
A rebel’s cry where sounds truth reside.
Ave, Donna, Cicciolina, fearless queen,
in your sir shadow the all brave convene.
Through storms of judgment, skies of grey,
she danced...
she rose, a flame in endless night.
Ilona, bold, her banner soar ahigh.
A siren's call beneath the pink sky.
Her eyes, a hawk's sharp, so keen,
a prowler through a world's unseen.
Wings of freedom, hearts in a sway,
she soared like birds of fierce prey.
Mocked and praised, her voice defied,
A rebel’s cry where sounds truth reside.
Ave, Donna, Cicciolina, fearless queen,
in your sir shadow the all brave convene.
Through storms of judgment, skies of grey,
she danced...
#art
#PopCulture
#porn
#sex
#women
99 reads
4 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 7:10pm
26th Apr 2025 7:10pm
the soughing of these bones
If he were to be, a
stoplight voodoo, chocolate, coffee, autumn
squeezing summer from his pores
word babe, swanky forget-me-not-original
bohemian night, trail blazing my archives
If he was anything
born of ocean thoughts
sea-star crystal galaxy angel fish
moonstone pool of new beginnings
the shift in my battle wrought soul
If he bewitched the silk spun threads
of my existence
murmured ritualistic dulcet tones
into my nape
spell cast into my chest, lungs, sleep
without...
stoplight voodoo, chocolate, coffee, autumn
squeezing summer from his pores
word babe, swanky forget-me-not-original
bohemian night, trail blazing my archives
If he was anything
born of ocean thoughts
sea-star crystal galaxy angel fish
moonstone pool of new beginnings
the shift in my battle wrought soul
If he bewitched the silk spun threads
of my existence
murmured ritualistic dulcet tones
into my nape
spell cast into my chest, lungs, sleep
without...
#WritingPoetry
47 reads
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 9:48pm
7th Apr 2025 9:48pm
~aromatic anomalies
does your hyperosmic eccentricities
make you an instant sniffer~ dog.. hit
by this an animalistic gifted streak…
or even so better, make you
a uniquely magnifique maverick god
a magical synesthetic
to an esoteric mystique
of whatever vagaries
of aromatic sensations
in an ease of a creative synthesise
to its brusque breakdown rapidities
anything & everything
from those high hanging
exotic ethereal perfumeries
to digging deep underground
an earthen...
make you an instant sniffer~ dog.. hit
by this an animalistic gifted streak…
or even so better, make you
a uniquely magnifique maverick god
a magical synesthetic
to an esoteric mystique
of whatever vagaries
of aromatic sensations
in an ease of a creative synthesise
to its brusque breakdown rapidities
anything & everything
from those high hanging
exotic ethereal perfumeries
to digging deep underground
an earthen...
#conflict
#evolution
#identity
#science
#spiritual
96 reads
2 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 7:34pm
26th Apr 2025 7:34pm
astral
the man that doesn't exist
she's searched for him
through the centuries
trekking through the debris
caught up
in her cerebral cortex
he calls to silence
to the place she lingers
awaiting the dusk
to brush her eyelids
soft as Angel whispers
he grips the stars
bringing her closer to the sky
is she still breathing
she is something else
matter, of a different kind
does she end where he begins
he never stops pulling her
through layers of magnificence
in awe of the unknown
his eyes...
she's searched for him
through the centuries
trekking through the debris
caught up
in her cerebral cortex
he calls to silence
to the place she lingers
awaiting the dusk
to brush her eyelids
soft as Angel whispers
he grips the stars
bringing her closer to the sky
is she still breathing
she is something else
matter, of a different kind
does she end where he begins
he never stops pulling her
through layers of magnificence
in awe of the unknown
his eyes...
#WritingPoetry
61 reads
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