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.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:53pm
19th Nov 2024 7:53pm
Lust and the Devil
I am told that the devil is a name
spoken only by the wicked and fearful,
a shadow cast on by the soul's yearning,
an accusation that stains the lips.
But yet they speaks of righteousness,
when their body trembles with desire?
"Who then amongst you dares to call lust a sin or immoral, when it beats like fire deep within your soul, the pulse of your life itself, breathing flames into the hollows of your hungry heart?"
It pulls the heart, it stirs the mind,
A craving wild, a tie that binds the blind.
but in its wake, the soul...
spoken only by the wicked and fearful,
a shadow cast on by the soul's yearning,
an accusation that stains the lips.
But yet they speaks of righteousness,
when their body trembles with desire?
"Who then amongst you dares to call lust a sin or immoral, when it beats like fire deep within your soul, the pulse of your life itself, breathing flames into the hollows of your hungry heart?"
It pulls the heart, it stirs the mind,
A craving wild, a tie that binds the blind.
but in its wake, the soul...
#devil
#lust
#StreamOfConsciousness
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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
123 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 2:20am
5th Nov 2024 2:20am
Letters To Heaven
I wrote you a letter, I'm wondering why,
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.
Did you plan this...
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.
Did you plan this...
#atheism
#devil
#God
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
In the Shadows of He
In the dim light of ancient halls,
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
#devil
#God
#magic
#mythology
#religion
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PAR
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
Incomplete Myth of a Goddess that Does Not Exist.
Shapska, a name bruited in the dark corners
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
#dark
#mythology
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
100 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 3:19am
8th Oct 2024 3:19am
epiphanies and throwing rocks
punish me for being
I was pretty once
then I still thought I was beautiful
and maybe I was, because my personality was or wasn't
my person shifts inside
slips in and out of focus and I lose time
forgetting who I am it's always been this way
coming and going these people all reflections of me
sexiness incarnate when my confidence is unshakeable
trembling in my shoes standing in the shadows
terribly mean perhaps even cruel with my words
honesty blushing she is most lovely to me
her melancholy smiles within me ...
I was pretty once
then I still thought I was beautiful
and maybe I was, because my personality was or wasn't
my person shifts inside
slips in and out of focus and I lose time
forgetting who I am it's always been this way
coming and going these people all reflections of me
sexiness incarnate when my confidence is unshakeable
trembling in my shoes standing in the shadows
terribly mean perhaps even cruel with my words
honesty blushing she is most lovely to me
her melancholy smiles within me ...
#angels
#love
#spiritual
141 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
Sacred Dust
In moonlight’s glow
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
#magic
#pagan
#witches
524 reads
31 Comments
King_Seraphiel
Joshua Jamal
Joshua Jamal
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 10:43pm
1st Oct 2024 10:43pm
Sons of God
I am to trust the woman that is suppose to hold my spine
While being questioned and put under review as if I'm the one who committed a crime
My mind is flooded with words from questions and slander/ interrupted rest while in continuous servitude while held in contempt for just a misinterpreted gander/ being rebuked and reminded of a standard/ continually interjected and silenced/ only having a nod of consent and my hand to hand her/ this land was at 1st governed by man/ for man was and is the splitting image of God/ It was only when man was deceived by woman when man was introduced...
While being questioned and put under review as if I'm the one who committed a crime
My mind is flooded with words from questions and slander/ interrupted rest while in continuous servitude while held in contempt for just a misinterpreted gander/ being rebuked and reminded of a standard/ continually interjected and silenced/ only having a nod of consent and my hand to hand her/ this land was at 1st governed by man/ for man was and is the splitting image of God/ It was only when man was deceived by woman when man was introduced...
#faith
#morality
#spiritual
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 3:37am
27th Sep 2024 3:37am
artistry
ignorance is Saint Ignacius a bloodied path
climbing the high road is futility
knowledge seekers beware it is powerful to behold Him
arrange intelligence and keen it might require your mired soul
loveless and painful release is the gathering of the keys
interrupting innocence has taken its toll
furthering your understanding while draining your core
ascending in understanding then leaving my senses in the underworld
endless space, endless dimensions
hurtful honesty needs something steady beneath her feet
combining forces of...
climbing the high road is futility
knowledge seekers beware it is powerful to behold Him
arrange intelligence and keen it might require your mired soul
loveless and painful release is the gathering of the keys
interrupting innocence has taken its toll
furthering your understanding while draining your core
ascending in understanding then leaving my senses in the underworld
endless space, endless dimensions
hurtful honesty needs something steady beneath her feet
combining forces of...
#metaphor
111 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 9:21pm
25th Sep 2024 9:21pm
rusHour
The one principle that surrounds everything else is that of
stewardship; that we are the managers of everything that
God has given us.—”Larry Burkett
it must be for the greater good
that some above the crowds have stood,
while others on the edge of life repine;
the stewardship of every man
must be to serve a nobler plan
than pick his teeth and phartz above cloud nine.
the lawyer in sartorial guise
must not the ass...
stewardship; that we are the managers of everything that
God has given us.—”Larry Burkett
it must be for the greater good
that some above the crowds have stood,
while others on the edge of life repine;
the stewardship of every man
must be to serve a nobler plan
than pick his teeth and phartz above cloud nine.
the lawyer in sartorial guise
must not the ass...
#kindness
#love
#morality
#redemption
#responsibility
120 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 5:14pm
25th Sep 2024 5:14pm
Wine O ~AOL had a specific ring tone found this guy on MYspace wow tech is growing
into the unknown, I go
fiction and reality mixed together
Arapaho warriors and fallen angels
for some reason I've found reality is getting stranger
my mind bends and dimension hops
technology is just shifting gears
the stars in the heavens are sisters
they each sing a song
and are intimately connected by their songs
they each cover their children
some of them reside on the inside in their mother's star womb
while others are at war with each other on the surface of the planet
they have no knowledge of each...
fiction and reality mixed together
Arapaho warriors and fallen angels
for some reason I've found reality is getting stranger
my mind bends and dimension hops
technology is just shifting gears
the stars in the heavens are sisters
they each sing a song
and are intimately connected by their songs
they each cover their children
some of them reside on the inside in their mother's star womb
while others are at war with each other on the surface of the planet
they have no knowledge of each...
#aliens
#angels
106 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
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DU Poetry : Long Spiritual Poems about Religion, Atheism and New Age Spirituality (Page 3)
