Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 4:32pm
10th Feb 2025 4:32pm
Rite for Įlfröšull, the Elven trail
In opposite to where many an old tale tells about frightful figures
we the elven are made from light, we are ever fleeting formations
from elysian planes we strive against striding striders
invoking sol, sun, victor, vice,
we know not of burden
troll trombones might call
into soil.
I rhapsodize
from wooded vales
ringend blue
soft brown
hazel hills
purification
is calling through
hexen light
elven disc
I encompass peace
release relieve
from these gallows
strange...
we the elven are made from light, we are ever fleeting formations
from elysian planes we strive against striding striders
invoking sol, sun, victor, vice,
we know not of burden
troll trombones might call
into soil.
I rhapsodize
from wooded vales
ringend blue
soft brown
hazel hills
purification
is calling through
hexen light
elven disc
I encompass peace
release relieve
from these gallows
strange...
#magic
#mythology
90 reads
6 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 3:53am
9th Feb 2025 3:53am
Her voice resonates
Her voice resonates
Strongly in my delighted ear;
My soul smiles -
As if she'd not died years ago
And been shut away in a wall ...
Strongly in my delighted ear;
My soul smiles -
As if she'd not died years ago
And been shut away in a wall ...
#tanka
51 reads
1 Comment
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 7:18pm
8th Feb 2025 7:18pm
VIRGINITY
With such class and sheer elegance
Her demeanor called for reverence.
Like winter-white fresh-fallen snow
Her nudity covering [skin] reflected a radiant glow.
Wholesome and complete, her barren womb
Fertile-ready for a love seed to bloom
When the time be right
And when glistening stars would shine bright.
There she walked with a humble stride
Simple with every step and soft strides of an innocent bride
Her body full of radiant light
The winter-white virgin is her husband’s delight.
Pure and transparent as summer rain
Her...
Her demeanor called for reverence.
Like winter-white fresh-fallen snow
Her nudity covering [skin] reflected a radiant glow.
Wholesome and complete, her barren womb
Fertile-ready for a love seed to bloom
When the time be right
And when glistening stars would shine bright.
There she walked with a humble stride
Simple with every step and soft strides of an innocent bride
Her body full of radiant light
The winter-white virgin is her husband’s delight.
Pure and transparent as summer rain
Her...
#admiration
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#husband
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1 Comment
Mundus
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 9:37am
8th Feb 2025 9:37am
Hand In A Glove
This is the edge of solitude,
the latitude at which
birds cease to sing
& life crowns death as king.
No moon, only the stars
recognize your scars:
they point the way
to where all lives lay.
As the only witness
to this twilit stillness,
you cry absinthe tears
for absent friends
& forgotten years.
A descending melody
your ears can't avoid
escorts you to the void:
there, silence rains
from heaven above.
You'll disappear
like a hand in a glove.
the latitude at which
birds cease to sing
& life crowns death as king.
No moon, only the stars
recognize your scars:
they point the way
to where all lives lay.
As the only witness
to this twilit stillness,
you cry absinthe tears
for absent friends
& forgotten years.
A descending melody
your ears can't avoid
escorts you to the void:
there, silence rains
from heaven above.
You'll disappear
like a hand in a glove.
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#sadness
94 reads
1 Comment
Xaphan
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 2:05pm
7th Feb 2025 2:05pm
Names Of Guardians Of Delphin's See
There are many Names Of Guardians Of Delphin's See
Although there can only be one, the others cannot be
Poseidon, Neptune, Mazu, or even, Ran/Aegir
Or is it Tiamat, or Oceanus, or merely a nereid seer?
For in the darkest depths, of the eternal abyss
Immersed in Protean tales, mythology persists
So to which hydrocrat, is a dolphin's homage paid?
Or is it none of them, for they're all man made
The aggressive delusion, upon terra firm's, rife
And only in dolphin seas, is there intelligent life
For there's nothing beyond, a siren's...
Although there can only be one, the others cannot be
Poseidon, Neptune, Mazu, or even, Ran/Aegir
Or is it Tiamat, or Oceanus, or merely a nereid seer?
For in the darkest depths, of the eternal abyss
Immersed in Protean tales, mythology persists
So to which hydrocrat, is a dolphin's homage paid?
Or is it none of them, for they're all man made
The aggressive delusion, upon terra firm's, rife
And only in dolphin seas, is there intelligent life
For there's nothing beyond, a siren's...
#atheism
#nature
#religion #sea
#religion #sea
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:28am
7th Feb 2025 3:28am
And So Hell Trembled With His Step
Semper Sanctus
Head bowed in contemplation
The weight of eternity pressing against my brow
Upon the parchment of the world
The liturgy of man is writ in sigil and blood
A scripture of ascent, a hymn of fire
His Glory—
A gesture of silence
A truth beyond breath, beyond name
The Alpha and Omega inscribed in unseen ink
A covenant sealed in the marrow of existence
Salvation is found in flame
In the tongues of fire that danced above the apostles
In the incense rising like the prayers of the saint ...
Head bowed in contemplation
The weight of eternity pressing against my brow
Upon the parchment of the world
The liturgy of man is writ in sigil and blood
A scripture of ascent, a hymn of fire
His Glory—
A gesture of silence
A truth beyond breath, beyond name
The Alpha and Omega inscribed in unseen ink
A covenant sealed in the marrow of existence
Salvation is found in flame
In the tongues of fire that danced above the apostles
In the incense rising like the prayers of the saint ...
#Christian
#death
#faith #God
#faith #God
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mingomingus
SamTheSlam
SamTheSlam
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 00:39am
7th Feb 2025 00:39am
the Gates of the Sun
The soul never really ascends
It's merely regurgitated
And swallowed up again
Like a Cosmic Cat
Hocking up a hair ball
All the while
Continuing to preen
Call it reincarnation
I call it a rigged wheel
Where the House always wins
And you never break even
Just keep losing
More and more of yourself
And yet
Never reduced to Nothing
So you can keep coming back
To feed the Beast
Promises of an afterlife
Haunt your present life
Holding...
It's merely regurgitated
And swallowed up again
Like a Cosmic Cat
Hocking up a hair ball
All the while
Continuing to preen
Call it reincarnation
I call it a rigged wheel
Where the House always wins
And you never break even
Just keep losing
More and more of yourself
And yet
Never reduced to Nothing
So you can keep coming back
To feed the Beast
Promises of an afterlife
Haunt your present life
Holding...
#LifeCycle
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1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 9:57pm
6th Feb 2025 9:57pm
Pastor Harry
Pastor Harry has had a little too much to drink
A couple of forties and now it's kind of hard to think
He jumps up behind the wheel and hits the gas
Little do the kiddies know: he's drunk off his ass
He sways and swerves and goes into the other lane
The other drivers are shouting "What the fuck? are you insane?"
He flicks them off and vomits on the windshield
Everybody on this motherfucking bus might get killed
Pastor Harry drives the motherfucking school bus
He doesn't let all the kids yell or cuss
This asshole is drinking...
A couple of forties and now it's kind of hard to think
He jumps up behind the wheel and hits the gas
Little do the kiddies know: he's drunk off his ass
He sways and swerves and goes into the other lane
The other drivers are shouting "What the fuck? are you insane?"
He flicks them off and vomits on the windshield
Everybody on this motherfucking bus might get killed
Pastor Harry drives the motherfucking school bus
He doesn't let all the kids yell or cuss
This asshole is drinking...
#alcohol
#children
#religion
#rhyming
#devil
76 reads
13 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 4:42am
6th Feb 2025 4:42am
cloudy
my mind turns with the seasons
it is always so
lifting on the airs searching the winds, while I wander
sigh to touch the sky
to fly untethered
my soul reaches out to nature
reading tea leaves and people's faces
an empath I feel so much
which is sometimes too heavy
to escape for a moment to where it's fresh
so often the body makes me feel, clausterphobic
my being longs to be untethered
reaching the limits of my binds
pulling on the restraints
and take off
astral traveling
I return from my voyage ...
it is always so
lifting on the airs searching the winds, while I wander
sigh to touch the sky
to fly untethered
my soul reaches out to nature
reading tea leaves and people's faces
an empath I feel so much
which is sometimes too heavy
to escape for a moment to where it's fresh
so often the body makes me feel, clausterphobic
my being longs to be untethered
reaching the limits of my binds
pulling on the restraints
and take off
astral traveling
I return from my voyage ...
#love
#metaphor
#spiritual
100 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:40am
6th Feb 2025 3:40am
Incorruptible
One Year Below the Ground
Where worms convene for a banquet grim
In shadows deep where silence reigns
The rot of sin, a forgotten hymn
Yet my form remains untouched by chains
Two Years in the Casket
Not a blemish mars my sanctified skin
A harvest of incorruptible grace displayed
While maggots feast on mortal sin
I slumber in the void, by divine hand arrayed
Three Years Weaken the Walls
As decay corrodes the fortress of flesh
The soil’s embrace turns all to dust
Yet my spirit, unyielding in death’s thresh ...
Where worms convene for a banquet grim
In shadows deep where silence reigns
The rot of sin, a forgotten hymn
Yet my form remains untouched by chains
Two Years in the Casket
Not a blemish mars my sanctified skin
A harvest of incorruptible grace displayed
While maggots feast on mortal sin
I slumber in the void, by divine hand arrayed
Three Years Weaken the Walls
As decay corrodes the fortress of flesh
The soil’s embrace turns all to dust
Yet my spirit, unyielding in death’s thresh ...
#death
#religion
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2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:22am
4th Feb 2025 3:22am
Lammas Bread
I keep trying to find meaning
in the circular nature of my life
like trying to find the corner
in a round room
My Celtic ancestors
celebrated the seasons
found meaning in the ordinary
cycles of life
(and probably drank
too much mead at every festival)
February 1 in the Southern Hemisphere
day of the summer harvest
and I'm attempting to make
Lammas Bread for the first time
The recipe wasn't handed down
through the generations
I found it on a clothing website
that sells gothic...
in the circular nature of my life
like trying to find the corner
in a round room
My Celtic ancestors
celebrated the seasons
found meaning in the ordinary
cycles of life
(and probably drank
too much mead at every festival)
February 1 in the Southern Hemisphere
day of the summer harvest
and I'm attempting to make
Lammas Bread for the first time
The recipe wasn't handed down
through the generations
I found it on a clothing website
that sells gothic...
#hope
#philosophical
#spiritual
96 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:33am
4th Feb 2025 00:33am
Long Time Forgotten
Evening meal in silence
I feel your misery
in a strange silhouette
deeper than a melody
in the dying night
a long time forgotten
in a strange silhouette
I feel your misery
in a strange silhouette
deeper than a melody
in the dying night
a long time forgotten
in a strange silhouette
#dark
#spiritual
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