Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 7:44pm
12th Apr 2025 7:44pm
Beneath trees.
Reaching out from the strands of,
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The...
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 11:19pm
13th Apr 2023 11:19pm
Warmth
Celestial glow;
illuminating warmth.
Cover me with your light.
Bathe my skin
with your radiance
and my soul
with your fire.
Awake in me
dormant desires
and slumbering senses.
Reignite my will
and renew my strength.
Energy-giving heat,
heal my heart
and expand my mind.
As I wait,
let your honeyed beams
permeate my very being.
Soften any rough edges
and purify me.
Cover me;
bring me into you
that warmth and light
might exude from me.
illuminating warmth.
Cover me with your light.
Bathe my skin
with your radiance
and my soul
with your fire.
Awake in me
dormant desires
and slumbering senses.
Reignite my will
and renew my strength.
Energy-giving heat,
heal my heart
and expand my mind.
As I wait,
let your honeyed beams
permeate my very being.
Soften any rough edges
and purify me.
Cover me;
bring me into you
that warmth and light
might exude from me.
#sun
#healing
#dawn #NaPoWriMo2023
#dawn #NaPoWriMo2023
307 reads
13 Comments
SeaCat
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 5:44pm
29th Nov 2024 5:44pm
Sole Imprints
On the deserted, unspoiled beach, I saw delicate
depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning
and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,
not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as
iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through...
depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning
and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,
not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as
iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through...
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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10 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
24th May 2024 8:54pm
24th May 2024 8:54pm
Mother ii. Home is like a drowned wood
On my bones I write the tales
gifted from marshlands,
the slip of sludge,
the black as blood,
the wheels that turned
89 miles per hour
on rough road,
the kind of pieces that break into shards,
and lay like zebra crossings
one walks across late at night.
Every chest
meeting chest
is an honest mistake,
a lesson taught
to enhance the essence of breathing,
to let out the ache
and call it back home.
I whisper those secrets on Thursdays,
the light of which pour like sparks...
gifted from marshlands,
the slip of sludge,
the black as blood,
the wheels that turned
89 miles per hour
on rough road,
the kind of pieces that break into shards,
and lay like zebra crossings
one walks across late at night.
Every chest
meeting chest
is an honest mistake,
a lesson taught
to enhance the essence of breathing,
to let out the ache
and call it back home.
I whisper those secrets on Thursdays,
the light of which pour like sparks...
#home
#nature
218 reads
1 Comment
Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 8:33am
29th Jun 2024 8:33am
The Beach
Did you know that if you drill a vertical foxhole
from the marble backstreets of Lisbon
through molten rock
to the underside of the earth
then slide down, feet first
turns out you’ll reach the Kapiti coast
In the middle of New Zealand
Crazy huh?
I’d recommend tossing down some
tinned sardines, fresh clams,
baby buttered snails
and semi-aerated green wine
As take-home mementos of Portugal
Then drive a jeep
to an undisclosed beach location
climb up to the Iberian coastline ...
from the marble backstreets of Lisbon
through molten rock
to the underside of the earth
then slide down, feet first
turns out you’ll reach the Kapiti coast
In the middle of New Zealand
Crazy huh?
I’d recommend tossing down some
tinned sardines, fresh clams,
baby buttered snails
and semi-aerated green wine
As take-home mementos of Portugal
Then drive a jeep
to an undisclosed beach location
climb up to the Iberian coastline ...
#beach
#beauty
#lover
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
246 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 11:34pm
20th Mar 2025 11:34pm
Lonely Goddess
Lonely Goddess
Love is a gold medallion
so ancient it is a priceless
relic of a lost age
when magic reigned
like a forest queen
under a sunlit canopy
whose curtain of light
is her green gown
and her plaited tresses
shimmered dreamily
in the morning light
of a thousand centuries
as veils of raindrops
cloaked her secret eyes
in golden tears of moonlight
as night stars illumined her heart
like twinkling chakras
penetrating her 5 million pores
with soft embers
from distant galaxies
whose...
Love is a gold medallion
so ancient it is a priceless
relic of a lost age
when magic reigned
like a forest queen
under a sunlit canopy
whose curtain of light
is her green gown
and her plaited tresses
shimmered dreamily
in the morning light
of a thousand centuries
as veils of raindrops
cloaked her secret eyes
in golden tears of moonlight
as night stars illumined her heart
like twinkling chakras
penetrating her 5 million pores
with soft embers
from distant galaxies
whose...
#beauty
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#women
126 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
167 reads
2 Comments
staggerlee
Paul Martin
Paul Martin
Poem Published
9th Jul 2015 6:10am
9th Jul 2015 6:10am
The road to Damascus
I join my fellow travellers
On the road to Damascus
The guilty the ignorant the egotists
With our ashen faces
And threadbare skin
Confined and self absorded
We walked mostly in silence
But some dare to speak of destiny
of been no other way
We can see Damascus in the distance
Beyond the mist perched upon the hills
But the road is long and many fall by it's side
And nobody weeps for the defeated
Their bodies picked cleaned
by enternal hungry vultures
Who turn honest men
Into money making machines
...
On the road to Damascus
The guilty the ignorant the egotists
With our ashen faces
And threadbare skin
Confined and self absorded
We walked mostly in silence
But some dare to speak of destiny
of been no other way
We can see Damascus in the distance
Beyond the mist perched upon the hills
But the road is long and many fall by it's side
And nobody weeps for the defeated
Their bodies picked cleaned
by enternal hungry vultures
Who turn honest men
Into money making machines
...
789 reads
5 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 7:58pm
17th Mar 2025 7:58pm
Goddess to Serve
Baby, I’m a sex goddess
Come as many times a day you want
As many days a week, I’m yours
to pleasure and to please with ease
cries, moans & sighs,
with you between my thighs
your climax in my eyes,
I hold your gifts
in my hands & mouth & lips
teeth, breasts & nips,
Clit, groin & hips,
thrust & grind me, Baby
find me, Baby,
engorged by your shaft
I’m goddess of my craft but…
A GODDESS mind you; I
serve one true worshipper alone
respect & value will be shown
with wings to fly,...
Come as many times a day you want
As many days a week, I’m yours
to pleasure and to please with ease
cries, moans & sighs,
with you between my thighs
your climax in my eyes,
I hold your gifts
in my hands & mouth & lips
teeth, breasts & nips,
Clit, groin & hips,
thrust & grind me, Baby
find me, Baby,
engorged by your shaft
I’m goddess of my craft but…
A GODDESS mind you; I
serve one true worshipper alone
respect & value will be shown
with wings to fly,...
#lust
#mythology
126 reads
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 5:00pm
21st Jan 2025 5:00pm
Marpa The Translator
Thought he would be some elite MC
spitting rhymes about towers
peace love and those happy feel showers
even presented with an offering of nettles and flowers
turns out he was some Buddhist sage
saw through the emptiness of the gesture
this lineage is not for you
back to the cave for contemplation green man
spitting rhymes about towers
peace love and those happy feel showers
even presented with an offering of nettles and flowers
turns out he was some Buddhist sage
saw through the emptiness of the gesture
this lineage is not for you
back to the cave for contemplation green man
#Buddhist
#philosophical
#spiritual
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:03am
9th Apr 2025 5:03am
Augury
I could see the pain in her eyes
For the things that she used to tell
And for the many that she kept to herself
People her time were built different
Like strongholds of resilience and secrets
Every now and then
I’d get a glimpse of the world she came from
She knew that old ghosts sometimes come back
Not to haunt
But try to stir you away from the current path
And yet, she always remained stoic
Death and spirits tend to have that effect on some people
For her
It was a way of life
Because even though now she...
For the things that she used to tell
And for the many that she kept to herself
People her time were built different
Like strongholds of resilience and secrets
Every now and then
I’d get a glimpse of the world she came from
She knew that old ghosts sometimes come back
Not to haunt
But try to stir you away from the current path
And yet, she always remained stoic
Death and spirits tend to have that effect on some people
For her
It was a way of life
Because even though now she...
#death
#mystery
#peace #suffering
#peace #suffering
65 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 8:36pm
20th Apr 2025 8:36pm
Manfestion of thoughts
They say if you can teach one, just imagine teaching a million 👏 NOW that you are a student, I want you to focus your energy, with your ability to manifest your deepest thoughts. Just concentrate your thoughts, as you inhale and exhale slowly and methodically thinking, about what is your true spiritual subconsciousness. FOR sure you have the ability for manfestion of which, you desire to see and behold through your third eye. 👁️ What are you thinking about as you stand upon the still water, beneath your feet, what do you wish for in this hypnotic atmosphere, as this is...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#gratitude
#strength
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DU Poetry : Spiritual Poems about Religion, Atheism and New Age Spirituality (Page 2)
