Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Poems published by members most recently online.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 8:15pm
6th Apr 2025 8:15pm
the truth....
"dreams" are scripted.... the "waking world" is scripted.... autonomy is an illusion.... escape is an illusion.... what are we going to do? where are we going to go? everything "off script" is "impromptu"- which is nothing more than a script within a script....
guess that's that "third eye" talk. "waking up" from sleep is never the same....as soon as one opens ones' eyes- it's this feeling of "welcome back" to the "hunger games...."
guess that's that "third eye" talk. "waking up" from sleep is never the same....as soon as one opens ones' eyes- it's this feeling of "welcome back" to the "hunger games...."
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
101 reads
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 00:39am
29th Oct 2023 00:39am
Hecatean Pursuits
#moon
#night
#TruthOfLife
#evolution
#witches
208 reads
0 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
1st Aug 2022 7:41pm
1st Aug 2022 7:41pm
Sunbeams (revised)
Sunbeams play in shades of grey
in dancing shadows on the floor
Mesmerized & hypnotized,
I'm drawn into the show
Dragons' wings & stranger things
morph and sparkle and glow,
waltzing in time to photonic rhythms,
then fade into the void
As Transience writes my story
in disappearing letters & words,
Today's wrenching melodrama
is tomorrow's mouldering paperback,
discarded by the side of the road
My hopes & dreams,
expectations & aspirations
are but dancing shadows in...
in dancing shadows on the floor
Mesmerized & hypnotized,
I'm drawn into the show
Dragons' wings & stranger things
morph and sparkle and glow,
waltzing in time to photonic rhythms,
then fade into the void
As Transience writes my story
in disappearing letters & words,
Today's wrenching melodrama
is tomorrow's mouldering paperback,
discarded by the side of the road
My hopes & dreams,
expectations & aspirations
are but dancing shadows in...
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
305 reads
1 Comment
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
Easter Sunday Notification
Some label the grave
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
#Easter
#religion
#God
#Christian
#NaPoWriMo2019
794 reads
8 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 11:05pm
17th Mar 2025 11:05pm
It's Quiet Now (Redux)
It’s quiet now
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
- the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature's changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
- the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature's changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
#mystery
#nature
#spiritual
142 reads
8 Comments
Starlight_angel
Poem Published
20th Sep 2012 10:06am
20th Sep 2012 10:06am
Awakening
Open eyes
toward the round
luminescent moon
unable to tell
if she is in reach
or simply
largely
hovering just too far
Connect the dots
among the stars
the trail
tear stained
and slightly
blurry
through the haze
of disbelief
Acceptance
is my freedom
the key
to release
Still other stars
as far as the heavens
stretch
to touch my tongue to
so very tactile
soft and warm
and open
if the weather is right
and you can be still
with me
in the moment
Light is...
toward the round
luminescent moon
unable to tell
if she is in reach
or simply
largely
hovering just too far
Connect the dots
among the stars
the trail
tear stained
and slightly
blurry
through the haze
of disbelief
Acceptance
is my freedom
the key
to release
Still other stars
as far as the heavens
stretch
to touch my tongue to
so very tactile
soft and warm
and open
if the weather is right
and you can be still
with me
in the moment
Light is...
1111 reads
14 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 00:35am
28th Mar 2023 00:35am
TELL ALL
Oh how she wants you back
The land
Is not nature
Without you
(The trees tell all
The rest of us too
But we are so deaf
To their language)
The land
Is not nature
Without you
(The trees tell all
The rest of us too
But we are so deaf
To their language)
#trees
#nature
#humankind
240 reads
0 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 6:32am
12th Jun 2024 6:32am
Carry Me Back Home
Memories fade like seasons
Slowly losing them all
Holding on for the right reasons
Waiting to receive the call
Spent way too many years
Chasing down every ghost
Struggling against my fears
Wondering who I’ll miss most
Life is difficult to survive
Crawling towards the light
When the show goes live
Under the cover of night
In the midst of great strife
The beast will fall like Rome
Dear lord who gave me life
Please carry me back home
Slowly losing them all
Holding on for the right reasons
Waiting to receive the call
Spent way too many years
Chasing down every ghost
Struggling against my fears
Wondering who I’ll miss most
Life is difficult to survive
Crawling towards the light
When the show goes live
Under the cover of night
In the midst of great strife
The beast will fall like Rome
Dear lord who gave me life
Please carry me back home
#faith
228 reads
9 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 7:58pm
17th Mar 2025 7:58pm
Goddess to Serve
Baby, I’m a sex goddess
Come as many times a day you want
As many days a week, I’m yours
to pleasure and to please with ease
cries, moans & sighs,
with you between my thighs
your climax in my eyes,
I hold your gifts
in my hands & mouth & lips
teeth, breasts & nips,
Clit, groin & hips,
thrust & grind me, Baby
find me, Baby,
engorged by your shaft
I’m goddess of my craft but…
A GODDESS mind you; I
serve one true worshipper alone
respect & value will be shown
with wings to fly,...
Come as many times a day you want
As many days a week, I’m yours
to pleasure and to please with ease
cries, moans & sighs,
with you between my thighs
your climax in my eyes,
I hold your gifts
in my hands & mouth & lips
teeth, breasts & nips,
Clit, groin & hips,
thrust & grind me, Baby
find me, Baby,
engorged by your shaft
I’m goddess of my craft but…
A GODDESS mind you; I
serve one true worshipper alone
respect & value will be shown
with wings to fly,...
#lust
#mythology
124 reads
Seed
Poem Published
25th Feb 2020 2:15pm
25th Feb 2020 2:15pm
Divine
The Lord, My Lord
Gave me a poem
He commanded,
Pick up thy pen and write
Verily I say unto you
I will put my words in your mouth
I will give rhythm to your heart
And I will etch my rhyme deep in your mind
So, faithful and obedient
I dipped my pen in the blood of His Son
And began to write the words He gave me
"Peace . . . and Love. Long Suffering . . . and Forgiveness."
And when I had written these words
A smile came upon my face
For this is the poem of the life I live.
Gave me a poem
He commanded,
Pick up thy pen and write
Verily I say unto you
I will put my words in your mouth
I will give rhythm to your heart
And I will etch my rhyme deep in your mind
So, faithful and obedient
I dipped my pen in the blood of His Son
And began to write the words He gave me
"Peace . . . and Love. Long Suffering . . . and Forgiveness."
And when I had written these words
A smile came upon my face
For this is the poem of the life I live.
#love
#forgiveness
#LifeStruggles
#peace
#suffering
552 reads
0 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 7:44pm
12th Apr 2025 7:44pm
Beneath trees.
Reaching out from the strands of,
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The...
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical
30 reads
0 Comments
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
174 reads
4 Comments
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