Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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James_A_Knight
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:25pm
Yesterday 11:25pm
Dreamscape #56
A waterfall pours from mossy green rocks
From smooth rocky hills
Into a warm shallow pool
The sound of the plunging water
Merges with birdsong
The sun is bright, the air is warm
You float in the pool
The smell of roast crab and toast
Fills your nose
The pool is calm
The day is long
Drifting in clear blue water
By bright green mossy rocks
Warm yellow sun
From smooth rocky hills
Into a warm shallow pool
The sound of the plunging water
Merges with birdsong
The sun is bright, the air is warm
You float in the pool
The smell of roast crab and toast
Fills your nose
The pool is calm
The day is long
Drifting in clear blue water
By bright green mossy rocks
Warm yellow sun
#dreams
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MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
25th Oct 2023 3:13am
25th Oct 2023 3:13am
Because You Loved Me, I am Alive .........(ver.2)
...ten days flat on my back
I captured a fleeting glimpse of the pearly gates..... and I felt somehow
that I would not be coming back
And as beautiful as those heavenly gates appeared
nothing
beats
your
smile
the wind whispered your name
and I gently closed my eyes
and the thought of you tempted the fates
you “gave me the kiss of life”
and once again I am alive
and now...
I captured a fleeting glimpse of the pearly gates..... and I felt somehow
that I would not be coming back
And as beautiful as those heavenly gates appeared
nothing
beats
your
smile
the wind whispered your name
and I gently closed my eyes
and the thought of you tempted the fates
you “gave me the kiss of life”
and once again I am alive
and now...
#love
#spiritual
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 00:20am
20th Dec 2024 00:20am
Ajahn Wisdom
Who is it who is happy?
The mind is happy.
Who suffers?
The mind suffers.
Wherever these things arise, that’s where they cease
The mind is happy.
Who suffers?
The mind suffers.
Wherever these things arise, that’s where they cease
#wisdom
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 2:33pm
21st Apr 2021 2:33pm
WHY I WORSHIP YOU
To me worship includes
adoration, honor, reverence,
awe, valuing, above all else,
declaration of worth and
love beyond the highest meaning.
Why do I worship YOU?
It's not because of your beauty
because you are breathtaking.
It's not because of your intellect
and membership in Mensa.
Why do I worship YOU?
It's not because of your passion
that is off the scale.
It's not because of your sense
of humor which is amazing.
Why do I worship YOU?
It's not because of your wealth
which is in seven figures.
Why do I...
adoration, honor, reverence,
awe, valuing, above all else,
declaration of worth and
love beyond the highest meaning.
Why do I worship YOU?
It's not because of your beauty
because you are breathtaking.
It's not because of your intellect
and membership in Mensa.
Why do I worship YOU?
It's not because of your passion
that is off the scale.
It's not because of your sense
of humor which is amazing.
Why do I worship YOU?
It's not because of your wealth
which is in seven figures.
Why do I...
#happiness
#inspirational
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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8 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:58pm
5th Jan 2025 11:58pm
Three Insights
Behold the lines of faded legacy
Behold the lure of false integrity
May your body be held as church
Linking sanctuary of mind
To birth memory in urge
Teething on your hearts golden shine
Behold the dreary glare of consequence
Behold the deepest gallows in essence
Before your bridge crosses over
Intersect the ledge and return
Endure your failures hereafter
Gliding seamless like a winged wyrm
Behold the fissure of lost potential
Behold those serpent fields celestial
Rage against the onyx black...
Behold the lure of false integrity
May your body be held as church
Linking sanctuary of mind
To birth memory in urge
Teething on your hearts golden shine
Behold the dreary glare of consequence
Behold the deepest gallows in essence
Before your bridge crosses over
Intersect the ledge and return
Endure your failures hereafter
Gliding seamless like a winged wyrm
Behold the fissure of lost potential
Behold those serpent fields celestial
Rage against the onyx black...
#MentalHealth
#nature
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
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Rew
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 7:10am
16th Aug 2024 7:10am
Alas
I called to speak some words last night
and found you still asleep,
although there might've been some fright,
such company you keep.
I walked the path to where you dream
but in your own grave way,
you might have urged me on to scream
the words I came to say.
But all around the fresh mown grass
calmed me, as if this June,
had laid her lightest cloak on a lass,
asleep, beneath the moon.
and found you still asleep,
although there might've been some fright,
such company you keep.
I walked the path to where you dream
but in your own grave way,
you might have urged me on to scream
the words I came to say.
But all around the fresh mown grass
calmed me, as if this June,
had laid her lightest cloak on a lass,
asleep, beneath the moon.
#minimalist
#rhyming
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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
180 reads
7 Comments
Darkness_Fiend
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2024 7:26am
2nd Jan 2024 7:26am
(11) Life In The Dark 11/26/23 @ 4:26am
My fucking lights burnt out!
Let me show you what my life is about.
Darkrooms, where my soul flies in capacity.
My spirit is gruesome.
Falling apart, disintegrating inside.
Sorrow is what fuels the tunes playing.
I stay alive long enough to make it through the night.
I’ll dig my grave 6 feet before I take a jail sentence.
Dark spirit’s stop by to visit night after night.
Cold and dark shadowed appearance.
Whispering, “Let’s get high homie!”
Taunting me with temptation.
Adrenaline and dopamine go hand in hand. ...
Let me show you what my life is about.
Darkrooms, where my soul flies in capacity.
My spirit is gruesome.
Falling apart, disintegrating inside.
Sorrow is what fuels the tunes playing.
I stay alive long enough to make it through the night.
I’ll dig my grave 6 feet before I take a jail sentence.
Dark spirit’s stop by to visit night after night.
Cold and dark shadowed appearance.
Whispering, “Let’s get high homie!”
Taunting me with temptation.
Adrenaline and dopamine go hand in hand. ...
#spiritual
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 2:05am
3rd Apr 2024 2:05am
Gifts
God's gift to man
is to destroy
the cathedrals of the mind
as we build monuments
to ourselves on the mounds of the dead,
believing we can purchase heaven
and pollute the stars
with our hubris and greed.
The meek shall inherit the earth,
are the words forsaken
in an afterlife
of unending strife,
as avarice becomes our god
God's gift to man
is to destroy that we might live
is to destroy
the cathedrals of the mind
as we build monuments
to ourselves on the mounds of the dead,
believing we can purchase heaven
and pollute the stars
with our hubris and greed.
The meek shall inherit the earth,
are the words forsaken
in an afterlife
of unending strife,
as avarice becomes our god
God's gift to man
is to destroy that we might live
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
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4 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 8:53pm
3rd Apr 2023 8:53pm
Daedric Dualism - NaPoWriMo2023 #3
One being with two parts;
the light
bright
giggling delight
alright
with heels of flight
spring step
summer-summoner-smile
maddening
gladdening
fields of joy
babbling brook-look
layered joke book
Mad God side,
and
the logical
organised
efficient aspect
categorising
rationalising
ascertained
information
regulated
arranged
appropriate
weighed
measured ...
the light
bright
giggling delight
alright
with heels of flight
spring step
summer-summoner-smile
maddening
gladdening
fields of joy
babbling brook-look
layered joke book
Mad God side,
and
the logical
organised
efficient aspect
categorising
rationalising
ascertained
information
regulated
arranged
appropriate
weighed
measured ...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2023
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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
578 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
Bears
In the dense forests, bears roam curiously,
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
#animals
#culture
#faith
#nature
#spiritual
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9 Comments
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