Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Poems published by members most recently online.
Pete_25
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 8:10am
20th Nov 2024 8:10am
This Life
In spite of all the danger
Pray to the Heaven's above
Packed in life's container
What's the meaning of?
Applause the final curtain
Taking your final puff
Spectators serving sermons
All in the name of love
Pray to the Heaven's above
Packed in life's container
What's the meaning of?
Applause the final curtain
Taking your final puff
Spectators serving sermons
All in the name of love
#fate
#philosophical
#spiritual
124 reads
12 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:27am
Yesterday 1:27am
God...
Everything is a miracle
you,me,us,them
the world
the sky
the ocean
mountains,valleys,hills and rivers
dogs,cats,mices and ants
"Lions and tigers and bears...oh my!"
children,babies,women and man
moms and dads...
dirt,sand,rocks
flowers,trees,grass and weed
music,sound...air and the stars and the wind
touch-smell-ears -eyes
your heart
your soul
stardust
rain,snow,the sun and the moon
take a second,a minute,an hour
take all the time you...
you,me,us,them
the world
the sky
the ocean
mountains,valleys,hills and rivers
dogs,cats,mices and ants
"Lions and tigers and bears...oh my!"
children,babies,women and man
moms and dads...
dirt,sand,rocks
flowers,trees,grass and weed
music,sound...air and the stars and the wind
touch-smell-ears -eyes
your heart
your soul
stardust
rain,snow,the sun and the moon
take a second,a minute,an hour
take all the time you...
#courage
#inspirational
#kindness #love
#kindness #love
39 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
6th Jun 2019 9:17pm
6th Jun 2019 9:17pm
The Vaulted Sky
Hereinabove me, the blue of the celestial heavens domed,
flapping of the angelic wings so profound.
Hereinbelow me, the black of the earthly netherworld entombed,
enticement from raspy whispers the only sound.
I stood beside the altar.
Hereinabove my scorched soul, the heavens domed,
and on I scrutinized the trickling in of the light
gasping for the darkness.
The blue of the day glazed the firmament spotlessly.
And beside the dirty feet of purgatory’s midair,
in conviction to feel heaven’s stare,
arched above me...
flapping of the angelic wings so profound.
Hereinbelow me, the black of the earthly netherworld entombed,
enticement from raspy whispers the only sound.
I stood beside the altar.
Hereinabove my scorched soul, the heavens domed,
and on I scrutinized the trickling in of the light
gasping for the darkness.
The blue of the day glazed the firmament spotlessly.
And beside the dirty feet of purgatory’s midair,
in conviction to feel heaven’s stare,
arched above me...
#religion
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
496 reads
0 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 2:11pm
2nd Oct 2024 2:11pm
Adjusting The Dial (collab with adagio)
The gossipers of the clouds
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search...
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search...
#freedom
#God
#spiritual
183 reads
7 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 10:28am
13th Dec 2024 10:28am
the end of a life
The End of a Life
The call we had expected came this morning
her brother had died, death had for a long time coming
He was a great talker but lost the ability to speak
he could no longer smile or cry, show emotion, to
protest, to scream, a body still in a hospice bed
His family is in mourning but also relieved, too
had waited for an end when there was no future
Everything living has a beginning and an ending
There was once a summer when we swam in
sun warm sea
When winter came, many drowned, like fishermen
in stormy seas,...
The call we had expected came this morning
her brother had died, death had for a long time coming
He was a great talker but lost the ability to speak
he could no longer smile or cry, show emotion, to
protest, to scream, a body still in a hospice bed
His family is in mourning but also relieved, too
had waited for an end when there was no future
Everything living has a beginning and an ending
There was once a summer when we swam in
sun warm sea
When winter came, many drowned, like fishermen
in stormy seas,...
#admiration
#emotions
#kindness
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
Today 2:49pm
Today 2:49pm
Tithing
The day is quietly opening.
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
#despair
#God
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
28th Jul 2014 12:39pm
28th Jul 2014 12:39pm
Fastball - My Spiritual Awakening through Baseball
I can hit the fastball
But I really want to hit the slider
Same thing in writing verse
The erotic comes easy
but my own core emotions
always leave me wanting more
fom myself
So, no erotic poems this morning
Going back to the basics
My need to write
I hope you will let me in
Even though I have been hard on you
I'm not a bad guy
And I don't spit too much
When I'm at the plate
But I really want to hit the slider
Same thing in writing verse
The erotic comes easy
but my own core emotions
always leave me wanting more
fom myself
So, no erotic poems this morning
Going back to the basics
My need to write
I hope you will let me in
Even though I have been hard on you
I'm not a bad guy
And I don't spit too much
When I'm at the plate
983 reads
6 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 8:49pm
3rd Dec 2024 8:49pm
Fascination
I am fascinated by what I write!
It is sober.
It is curious.
It is enthusiastic.
It is a child.
I am frightened by what I write!
It is «what is wrong?»,feeling it mood.
It is «what is wrong?»,with what I saw
It is «what is wrong?»,with what I felt
Sometimes I am scared.
I want to escape!
I want to go away from what I write!
It is the journey,
towards mirage.
With the bridges they blew away.
With the roads they destroyed.
The chant that haunts me:
As I haul!
As I crawl!
As I walk!
As I run! ...
It is sober.
It is curious.
It is enthusiastic.
It is a child.
I am frightened by what I write!
It is «what is wrong?»,feeling it mood.
It is «what is wrong?»,with what I saw
It is «what is wrong?»,with what I felt
Sometimes I am scared.
I want to escape!
I want to go away from what I write!
It is the journey,
towards mirage.
With the bridges they blew away.
With the roads they destroyed.
The chant that haunts me:
As I haul!
As I crawl!
As I walk!
As I run! ...
#WritingPoetry
118 reads
4 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 11:35pm
4th Apr 2021 11:35pm
In the silence of the grave
In the silence of the grave
The Resurrection of Our Lord
Jesus won the victory!
He conquered sin, hell and the grave
He conquered all for you and me!
Oh what wonderous love un-matchless
That our Savior humbly died
There upon the cruel Golgotha
He was willingly crucified
For three days, His body lay
In the silence of the grave
But on the Third day He arose
Triumphant over every foe!
Oh victorious deed un-matchless
When our Savior did arise
He is the Life and Resurrection
Our High Priest...
The Resurrection of Our Lord
Jesus won the victory!
He conquered sin, hell and the grave
He conquered all for you and me!
Oh what wonderous love un-matchless
That our Savior humbly died
There upon the cruel Golgotha
He was willingly crucified
For three days, His body lay
In the silence of the grave
But on the Third day He arose
Triumphant over every foe!
Oh victorious deed un-matchless
When our Savior did arise
He is the Life and Resurrection
Our High Priest...
#LifeChangingMoment
595 reads
7 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 9:24pm
24th Apr 2024 9:24pm
False Dilemma
No burden of chains
created to be free
and with that comes
eminent responsibility
Absent the belief
my path predefined
options and alternatives
selection unconfined
Truth I am not immune
consequences for choice
with some I shall suffer
and from others, I’ll rejoice
Future not predetermined
yet, judgement does await
an accountability exists
but freewill procures my fate
created to be free
and with that comes
eminent responsibility
Absent the belief
my path predefined
options and alternatives
selection unconfined
Truth I am not immune
consequences for choice
with some I shall suffer
and from others, I’ll rejoice
Future not predetermined
yet, judgement does await
an accountability exists
but freewill procures my fate
#NaPoWriMo2024
#spiritual
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0 Comments
Pratik
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 2:16pm
31st Jan 2023 2:16pm
A Final Farewell
Funerals are somber affairs,
A time for tears and whispered prayers.
We gather to remember one gone,
To say goodbye and sing their song.
The pews are filled with sorrowed kin,
All dressed in black, a solemn grin.
We listen to the eulogies,
Of a life lived, its joys and leisures.
The hymns they play, they resonate,
With all the love that we create.
For the one we've lost, who'll be missed,
A void in our hearts, we can't resist.
And as we leave, flowers in hand,
We think of them, and understand.
That life...
A time for tears and whispered prayers.
We gather to remember one gone,
To say goodbye and sing their song.
The pews are filled with sorrowed kin,
All dressed in black, a solemn grin.
We listen to the eulogies,
Of a life lived, its joys and leisures.
The hymns they play, they resonate,
With all the love that we create.
For the one we've lost, who'll be missed,
A void in our hearts, we can't resist.
And as we leave, flowers in hand,
We think of them, and understand.
That life...
#death
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0 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 12:57pm
13th Feb 2024 12:57pm
At the Spreading of Her Ashes
At the spreading of her ashes,
we let our sister enter into death
to remain for all time suspended
in the abiding mystery of existence.
May we live from her legacy
and learn to love as she loved,
without caution or reservation.
we let our sister enter into death
to remain for all time suspended
in the abiding mystery of existence.
May we live from her legacy
and learn to love as she loved,
without caution or reservation.
#death
#gratitude
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4 Comments
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