Long Spiritual Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
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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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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As the Excellence of a Soul Passing Through
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. ...
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. ...
#dreams
#spiritual
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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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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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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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Abraham
I was not aware of the strange ideal
that's motivated me since childhood,
I wouldn't dare to touch the seal,
and I wouldn't do it, if I could.
Let my curiosity remain
in the days of reckless behaviour.
There was wisdom behind my bane;
Now my ways don't cross that door.
I've seen the terror of the cursed.
I've worshipped, cluelessly insane.
It could have gotten worse...
I won't forget the sleepless pain.
I've become beyond healed and blessed.
The door, I don't want to even be near it.
In light...
that's motivated me since childhood,
I wouldn't dare to touch the seal,
and I wouldn't do it, if I could.
Let my curiosity remain
in the days of reckless behaviour.
There was wisdom behind my bane;
Now my ways don't cross that door.
I've seen the terror of the cursed.
I've worshipped, cluelessly insane.
It could have gotten worse...
I won't forget the sleepless pain.
I've become beyond healed and blessed.
The door, I don't want to even be near it.
In light...
#confessional
#mystery
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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Moses
What are you thinking about Moses, you are no longer under Pharaoh
It is time for you to lead by the calling of the winds written upon Thoth’s scrolls
The Eclipse has moved beyond the calling of time
We need voices of resonating, guidance and not from the serpent to represent mankind
Your energy unto your heart and mind in truth does it still flow
The cradle of your mind was pampered and groomed so many moons ago
An open book does not roam within the words it stands still
To decipher the Matrix of phases, which mental escape...
It is time for you to lead by the calling of the winds written upon Thoth’s scrolls
The Eclipse has moved beyond the calling of time
We need voices of resonating, guidance and not from the serpent to represent mankind
Your energy unto your heart and mind in truth does it still flow
The cradle of your mind was pampered and groomed so many moons ago
An open book does not roam within the words it stands still
To decipher the Matrix of phases, which mental escape...
#moon
#rebirth
#spiritual
#sun
#water
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Are You Listenin?

#faith
#frustration
#religion
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
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Sand, Water, and Spirit
- Sand, Water, and Spirit -
Across the sands, the whispering of a thousand lifetimes...
I hear the voices calling from the places no ear has heard,
And in the waters that lie hidden, I see the tapestry of the past.
How can I speak of what I have seen, so it can be conferred?
The tapestry of things that flow from the first of all, unto the last.
Only to begin anew, with the ringing of profound celestial chimes!
Across the ages, the knowing of futures without limitation...
Every possibility my eyes have glimpsed, but only one to be;
For...
Across the sands, the whispering of a thousand lifetimes...
I hear the voices calling from the places no ear has heard,
And in the waters that lie hidden, I see the tapestry of the past.
How can I speak of what I have seen, so it can be conferred?
The tapestry of things that flow from the first of all, unto the last.
Only to begin anew, with the ringing of profound celestial chimes!
Across the ages, the knowing of futures without limitation...
Every possibility my eyes have glimpsed, but only one to be;
For...
#inspirational
#love
#philosophical
#religion
#spiritual
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Embracing the duality of my inner wonders, wading within the current of its soothing depth
Unto the Sun, my Moon upon the bosom of universal’s chest
Closed eyes, the basilica of souls, tarry in the Grand Rising of its promising of day
The quiet soothing of Luna, upon the earth may the funneling waters hear as I pray
I bow to the wonderous creation as I venture my presence upon the green earth
Walking in the Garden of Eden, in reminisce, a thought of lover’s rebirth
Meet me my love, as I call upon thee in another beautiful...
Unto the Sun, my Moon upon the bosom of universal’s chest
Closed eyes, the basilica of souls, tarry in the Grand Rising of its promising of day
The quiet soothing of Luna, upon the earth may the funneling waters hear as I pray
I bow to the wonderous creation as I venture my presence upon the green earth
Walking in the Garden of Eden, in reminisce, a thought of lover’s rebirth
Meet me my love, as I call upon thee in another beautiful...
#spiritual
#moon
#sun
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Laden, Lay Down To Die
confession number one I am afraid of being alone in this world adrift
my mind plays mean tricks on me
it makes up alternate realities when people are cruel
or when things get too rough and I break
never to trust it to protect
the first breakdown I had was when I was a little girl
pretending Mommy hadn't left me again
my abandonment issues are all too apparent
my weaknesses lay bare
the wolves smell blood on the air
and they approach
the one I'm married to only eats my heart out
leaving me to die a little...
my mind plays mean tricks on me
it makes up alternate realities when people are cruel
or when things get too rough and I break
never to trust it to protect
the first breakdown I had was when I was a little girl
pretending Mommy hadn't left me again
my abandonment issues are all too apparent
my weaknesses lay bare
the wolves smell blood on the air
and they approach
the one I'm married to only eats my heart out
leaving me to die a little...
#love
#God
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