Long Spiritual Poems
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
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Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 1:30pm
6th Sep 2024 1:30pm
* Landscape *
LANDSCAPE '' translated poetry ''
It's noon, the star in the sky burning at zenith
The deep azure, is radiant with a fiery heat
Laid on the skyline, its dome calm and serene
The yonder river, slowly runs on the grey scene
From hillsides to dales and back from dales to hillsides
Green fields or pale extend their furrows long and wide
And on the shady slopes of the plains that lay near
The forest cast its oaks and beeches in sight clear
O Spring ! alas, 'tis not of your...
It's noon, the star in the sky burning at zenith
The deep azure, is radiant with a fiery heat
Laid on the skyline, its dome calm and serene
The yonder river, slowly runs on the grey scene
From hillsides to dales and back from dales to hillsides
Green fields or pale extend their furrows long and wide
And on the shady slopes of the plains that lay near
The forest cast its oaks and beeches in sight clear
O Spring ! alas, 'tis not of your...
#faith
#morality
#philosophical #spiritual
#philosophical #spiritual
89 reads
5 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 4:01am
2nd Sep 2024 4:01am
Monocline
Lay to rest these childish sins,
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
#FreeVerse
#WritingPoetry
171 reads
1 Comment
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 00:55am
24th Aug 2024 00:55am
Hell Is.....
Hell is not being heard
Hell is holding a case with empty pens
Hell is being seen as absurd
being held inert
Hell is worthlessness
six feet above earth,
denying birth
Hell is breathing no air
Hell is being constantly
scared to share
with those who don't care
Hell is a mouth sewn
sickness grown in bone
Hell is losing your hair
Hell is impossible tasks
and demons that stare
Hell...
Hell is holding a case with empty pens
Hell is being seen as absurd
being held inert
Hell is worthlessness
six feet above earth,
denying birth
Hell is breathing no air
Hell is being constantly
scared to share
with those who don't care
Hell is a mouth sewn
sickness grown in bone
Hell is losing your hair
Hell is impossible tasks
and demons that stare
Hell...
#hell
172 reads
2 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 8:56am
22nd Aug 2024 8:56am
Nature Speaks
Rain fell before dawn
Cleansing
Purifying
Catalyst of growth
Symbol of prophesy
Stepping out
Startled by a hawk's cry
Loud and nearby
Screeching seven times
eight times
seven times
The distance answering five
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle
Eight like a ladder
Reveals the ability to rise
And go beyond nature
The realm of infinite possibilities
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle.
Five meaning, Lo, Behold!
Swooping ...
Cleansing
Purifying
Catalyst of growth
Symbol of prophesy
Stepping out
Startled by a hawk's cry
Loud and nearby
Screeching seven times
eight times
seven times
The distance answering five
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle
Eight like a ladder
Reveals the ability to rise
And go beyond nature
The realm of infinite possibilities
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle.
Five meaning, Lo, Behold!
Swooping ...
#mystery
#spiritual
193 reads
15 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 1:52am
16th Aug 2024 1:52am
Mother-Wound
I.
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
almost double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my...
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
almost double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my...
#dreams
#family
#mother
#spiritual
#confessional
445 reads
17 Comments
magichearts
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 1:10am
27th Jul 2024 1:10am
सफलता की लहरों पे चहकने वालो
मायूस क्यूँ हों दिल जब गुमसुम कही हैं।
ये जीवन है दर्पण, हमारा ही...
मायूस क्यूँ हों दिल जब गुमसुम कही हैं।
ये जीवन है दर्पण, हमारा ही...
#gratitude
110 reads
0 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 4:55pm
15th Jul 2024 4:55pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter II. The Ainur's Acoustic Adjustment
How could it possibly be conveyed
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.
Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.
A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.
The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm? ...
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.
Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.
A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.
The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm? ...
#God
#JRRTolkien
#patience
#spiritual
#universe
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0 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 4:53pm
15th Jul 2024 4:53pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter I. The Flame Imperishable
I am initiating an entire series, which I shall post under the "Ea" title.
It will concern Tolkien's Universe and it will be an interpretative "essay" in poetic style as to how I perceive the mechanism behind Creation within his Lore.
The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.
"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son;...
It will concern Tolkien's Universe and it will be an interpretative "essay" in poetic style as to how I perceive the mechanism behind Creation within his Lore.
The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.
"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son;...
#astronomy
#God
#JRRTolkien
#spiritual
#universe
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0 Comments
oraclesight
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 9:13pm
13th Jul 2024 9:13pm
()ą
That lonely third space
Floating away from the Sun
Stings me in the back of my head
While the moon is looking down at us
No more of that funny love compels me
No more of those honey words devour me
No more scents of sweet grass during
The twilight of our days
In the speck of an hourglass of us
While there's no more time
to discourage
between you and I
We each chose silence ...
Floating away from the Sun
Stings me in the back of my head
While the moon is looking down at us
No more of that funny love compels me
No more of those honey words devour me
No more scents of sweet grass during
The twilight of our days
In the speck of an hourglass of us
While there's no more time
to discourage
between you and I
We each chose silence ...
#dreams
#spiritual
230 reads
3 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 9:18pm
9th Jul 2024 9:18pm
MAKITA OR IKEEM
Through the process and stages of our lives and time, ⌚ there will always be one man or woman. THAT will always stands a very different format of a different kind of a WOMAN OR MAN.
🤔 JUST by the way she or he speaks volumes of confidence, and intelligence with knowledge and wisdom, to know thyself. 🪬 For she or he is the kind of person as a woman or a man, who cares about there appearance not to get attention. BUT to be able to be thyself as a woman or a man 💖 For beneath there are lays layers upon layers of there personality, and the deepness of there...
🤔 JUST by the way she or he speaks volumes of confidence, and intelligence with knowledge and wisdom, to know thyself. 🪬 For she or he is the kind of person as a woman or a man, who cares about there appearance not to get attention. BUT to be able to be thyself as a woman or a man 💖 For beneath there are lays layers upon layers of there personality, and the deepness of there...
#anger
#confusion
#disappointment
#heartbroken
#shame
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
5th Jul 2024 3:08am
5th Jul 2024 3:08am
Manifest
even among those Cenobites of the Onyx kingdom I am considered mad
our human fiction has portrayed their mild side
truth and fiction are intricately woven in the imagination of a write
but we know if you can think a thing, it can be manifesting somewhere
uttering shadows I will not deny my dark side anymore if you won't
Father wants me to learn to control the men he has allotted me
guardians of hope I ask my Father to protect those I care for
from them, the men get overzealous in my book with their correction
even if they spitefully abuse...
our human fiction has portrayed their mild side
truth and fiction are intricately woven in the imagination of a write
but we know if you can think a thing, it can be manifesting somewhere
uttering shadows I will not deny my dark side anymore if you won't
Father wants me to learn to control the men he has allotted me
guardians of hope I ask my Father to protect those I care for
from them, the men get overzealous in my book with their correction
even if they spitefully abuse...
#dark
#spiritual
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0 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 10:48am
28th Jun 2024 10:48am
Ódinn
I who have sent out names of ravens
inner murmur from eloquence given
diviners rune fate song
hidden mirrors open wilde
wise eyes with only words
I quench beastly thirsts
bird flights spell smiths
fish flights swirling
winds
behold this basking beauty
unwinding coiled verses
from flapping wings
ravens open flights
flocking aurochs
roaming
verse of wide ...
inner murmur from eloquence given
diviners rune fate song
hidden mirrors open wilde
wise eyes with only words
I quench beastly thirsts
bird flights spell smiths
fish flights swirling
winds
behold this basking beauty
unwinding coiled verses
from flapping wings
ravens open flights
flocking aurochs
roaming
verse of wide ...
#spiritual
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