Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
NP_NP
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 4:25am
19th Feb 2025 4:25am
Stevie Nicks
I blur the lines, paint my toes black,
When the weight of the world pulls me back.
I've always loved the witches who roam,
In forests where they make their own home.
They live on a frequency, a different wave,
Healing with herbs, the earth they crave.
I give people their medicine, sweet and raw,
A touch of the wild, a glimpse of the law.
Take me far from the city's glow,
To howl at the moon, where the wild winds blow.
Dancing through nights with Stevie Nicks songs,
Whispers of freedom...
When the weight of the world pulls me back.
I've always loved the witches who roam,
In forests where they make their own home.
They live on a frequency, a different wave,
Healing with herbs, the earth they crave.
I give people their medicine, sweet and raw,
A touch of the wild, a glimpse of the law.
Take me far from the city's glow,
To howl at the moon, where the wild winds blow.
Dancing through nights with Stevie Nicks songs,
Whispers of freedom...
#love
#spiritual
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NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
Path
I want to capture your beauty,
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
#LifeAsAWriter
#patience
#relationships
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 9:57pm
18th Feb 2025 9:57pm
I fear no one but GOD
As I reflect upon my journey and travel and walk through this cycle of life, I fear no one but GOD ALMIGHTY for he has my life, within his precious palms of his hands. 🙏 For sure I've learned a long time ago some people's, will tell you that they got your back 🤨 but yet sometimes we question those words base upon there own actions. 🤨 Yet we try not to be negative about some people's behavior, for some people's are just creatures of habits. 🤨 That's why we have to be aware of the devil's in human skin, like snakes in the high grass waiting patiently to attack...
#confessional
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#SelfWorth
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:16pm
18th Feb 2025 7:16pm
Chasing Misprinted Lies
Caught in the place I like to hide,
Every day, it's something new.
This peace of mind I've longed for
Has taken away my innocence and left me cold.
They don't see it my way—alone in this world.
Transfixed in a womb of perpetual agony,
Animated orator, facial happiness—why can’t that be me?
Empty body, charred soul, past the point of living like I once did.
Every path leading to nowhere.
Somehow and somewhere, I'll find the words to articulate my feelings.
Wanderer, emptiness, emotionless being—
Now I find that it could be too late. ...
Every day, it's something new.
This peace of mind I've longed for
Has taken away my innocence and left me cold.
They don't see it my way—alone in this world.
Transfixed in a womb of perpetual agony,
Animated orator, facial happiness—why can’t that be me?
Empty body, charred soul, past the point of living like I once did.
Every path leading to nowhere.
Somehow and somewhere, I'll find the words to articulate my feelings.
Wanderer, emptiness, emotionless being—
Now I find that it could be too late. ...
#emptiness
#sadness
#confusion
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 9:31am
18th Feb 2025 9:31am
galdr seidr
Let there be fog
for fog transforms
do not decipher me
I am mystery
no blood was shed
only ink to write this tale
o hidden folk
allow us your quantity
qualities from insights
equalities epiphany
formed
symbiotic symbols
scorned seen by
waiting to be
members
followers
cults and
cultures
usually drawn on shoulders
carved into their palms
perhaps in animal footprints
while in earlier centuries
people wearing these
symbols openly
were seen...
for fog transforms
do not decipher me
I am mystery
no blood was shed
only ink to write this tale
o hidden folk
allow us your quantity
qualities from insights
equalities epiphany
formed
symbiotic symbols
scorned seen by
waiting to be
members
followers
cults and
cultures
usually drawn on shoulders
carved into their palms
perhaps in animal footprints
while in earlier centuries
people wearing these
symbols openly
were seen...
#magic
#shadows
85 reads
10 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 7:15pm
16th Feb 2025 7:15pm
Asatru of the prairie
Down here in the coolies.
Right down by the slough.
I sit.
In the mud and dirty things.
Exasperated in my exhaustion.
Lying among dog tails and sweet grass.
Spear grass and hand picked sage.
And, let this smoke carry my sacrifice.
To the spirts.
And may they dim the sun.
So it doesn't beat down on me so.
As the sun turns orange.
Pink.
And red.
The sunset.
Announces the coming.
Of the cool night air.
And, I see Hugin and Munin.
Or, is it just raven.
In pairs.
...
Right down by the slough.
I sit.
In the mud and dirty things.
Exasperated in my exhaustion.
Lying among dog tails and sweet grass.
Spear grass and hand picked sage.
And, let this smoke carry my sacrifice.
To the spirts.
And may they dim the sun.
So it doesn't beat down on me so.
As the sun turns orange.
Pink.
And red.
The sunset.
Announces the coming.
Of the cool night air.
And, I see Hugin and Munin.
Or, is it just raven.
In pairs.
...
#ghosts
#pagan
#prayer
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 7:07pm
16th Feb 2025 7:07pm
The Mask of Coyote
Into the darkness.
Away from the light.
The bosom of creepy crawly things.
Rotten and impure.
One can't steal the sun.
One can't hide in noon day.
One can't run when the sun is on the horizon.
There's nowhere to abscond to, to be free from the.
Remand of life in the searing heat.
A jail of vile sweat.
I do not seek illumination Lucifer.
For in the shadows there lies me.
Mangy.
Rabid.
Starving.
Coyote the trickster stuck in desperation.
Nipping at the air.
Biting at the ghosts of dead men. ...
Away from the light.
The bosom of creepy crawly things.
Rotten and impure.
One can't steal the sun.
One can't hide in noon day.
One can't run when the sun is on the horizon.
There's nowhere to abscond to, to be free from the.
Remand of life in the searing heat.
A jail of vile sweat.
I do not seek illumination Lucifer.
For in the shadows there lies me.
Mangy.
Rabid.
Starving.
Coyote the trickster stuck in desperation.
Nipping at the air.
Biting at the ghosts of dead men. ...
#curse
#mythology
#pagan
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 5:01pm
16th Feb 2025 5:01pm
Gilded Damnation, Canto II
Towers rise where shadows feast
Ruins worn by wind and time
Etched with shapes of sacred past
Marking paths once seen divine
Skulls ignite in silent flame
Hollow eyes like stars aglow
Their whispers thread the brittle air
Telling truths none wish to know
No voice proclaims the coming light
No trumpet sounds in distant skies
Only the fire
Only the void
Only the fate that silence cries
Geometric scars upon the stone
A map of loss, a fractured vow
Where priest and prophet walked alone
And none...
Ruins worn by wind and time
Etched with shapes of sacred past
Marking paths once seen divine
Skulls ignite in silent flame
Hollow eyes like stars aglow
Their whispers thread the brittle air
Telling truths none wish to know
No voice proclaims the coming light
No trumpet sounds in distant skies
Only the fire
Only the void
Only the fate that silence cries
Geometric scars upon the stone
A map of loss, a fractured vow
Where priest and prophet walked alone
And none...
#angels
#apocalypse
#religion
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 4:48pm
16th Feb 2025 4:48pm
Gilded Damnation, Canto I
From high vaults unseen by mortal sight
Where dawn is woven in golden thread
He fell—not cast, nor willed to flight
But sent, a herald where hope had fled
By Name he was called, though tongues now fail
A flame once pure, now veiled in ash
Bound by word and sacred trail
To tread where ruin meets the lash
He pierced the clouds, the burning veil
Through winds that howled of sundered grace
And saw below, a world made pale
Its heart defiled, a barren waste
No psalms were sung, no voices raised
No watchful saints to...
Where dawn is woven in golden thread
He fell—not cast, nor willed to flight
But sent, a herald where hope had fled
By Name he was called, though tongues now fail
A flame once pure, now veiled in ash
Bound by word and sacred trail
To tread where ruin meets the lash
He pierced the clouds, the burning veil
Through winds that howled of sundered grace
And saw below, a world made pale
Its heart defiled, a barren waste
No psalms were sung, no voices raised
No watchful saints to...
#angels
#apocalypse
#religion
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 1:58am
16th Feb 2025 1:58am
Hail Brigid!
I offer this, my life.
As a sacrifice.
To the restless dead.
To the hungry ghosts.
And all lines that end.
The fury of the tornado is fierce.
And, we have such little time.
Let me defy the fates.
May the Gods accept my offering.
Of blood.
As,
The shedding of blood.
Is sacred.
As a sacrifice.
To the restless dead.
To the hungry ghosts.
And all lines that end.
The fury of the tornado is fierce.
And, we have such little time.
Let me defy the fates.
May the Gods accept my offering.
Of blood.
As,
The shedding of blood.
Is sacred.
#hate
#pagan
#prayer
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 10:50pm
15th Feb 2025 10:50pm
Generation to Generation
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For what does it mean to pass down from generation to generation, as it was a precious red stone pass down from Generation to Generation. FOR the elders say that the red stone was not created by man, as it came from out of the ground but it was created, by the elements of time. FROM the ancient times of long ago before man even existed in the land, that time has forgotten. For it's sole purpose was as it was presented as a gift, created as a gift that had Mystikal powers. AS it was created out of a...
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 10:07pm
15th Feb 2025 10:07pm
AQUATIC CREATURE
Diving deeper into the sea
Aquatic creature free you be
No hair…No fur…size of a pea
Silver and gold swim passed me
Transparent lesson ye teach me
My eyes now opened to clearly see
The classic beauty of simplicity
Has no need for complexity.
Your loud silence’s deafening pitch
Bothers not anyone - a single inch
Forever hydrated n your tank-water niche
Aquatic creature, you’re no snitch
Muted thoughts – your lesson’s rich:
Minding your own,
You swim alone
Back and forth – to and fro
Therapeutic tranquil...
Aquatic creature free you be
No hair…No fur…size of a pea
Silver and gold swim passed me
Transparent lesson ye teach me
My eyes now opened to clearly see
The classic beauty of simplicity
Has no need for complexity.
Your loud silence’s deafening pitch
Bothers not anyone - a single inch
Forever hydrated n your tank-water niche
Aquatic creature, you’re no snitch
Muted thoughts – your lesson’s rich:
Minding your own,
You swim alone
Back and forth – to and fro
Therapeutic tranquil...
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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