Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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InDreamz
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 11:02pm
16th Sep 2024 11:02pm
The third eye
The moon - a pearly bindi
with its mystical aura,
sits between the invisible eyes
of the skies;
It's the third eye
which opens a portal
to the soul of the heavens
connecting to the divine...
with its mystical aura,
sits between the invisible eyes
of the skies;
It's the third eye
which opens a portal
to the soul of the heavens
connecting to the divine...
#moon
#sky
#spiritual
206 reads
19 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 00:31am
16th Nov 2024 00:31am
There exists no place
There exists no place
Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away
And even more so -
He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.
Where else should He be
But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.
Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away
And even more so -
He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.
Where else should He be
But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.
#God
52 reads
2 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 4:01am
2nd Sep 2024 4:01am
Monocline
Lay to rest these childish sins,
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
#FreeVerse
#WritingPoetry
206 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 00:22am
19th Jun 2024 00:22am
small prayers
I rest a prayer on your heartbeat
like it's a breath of life
a breath of hope
and not just a reflection
of my own desperation
that keeps watching you
chase bad dreams
like there is a high
in there somewhere
if you just inhale hard enough
I place a prayer on my restless mind
and ask to dream of you
but the drugs that kill
the insomnia
bar the gateway to dreams
and instead I sleep like the dead
in empty nothingness
your face just elusive in the dark ...
like it's a breath of life
a breath of hope
and not just a reflection
of my own desperation
that keeps watching you
chase bad dreams
like there is a high
in there somewhere
if you just inhale hard enough
I place a prayer on my restless mind
and ask to dream of you
but the drugs that kill
the insomnia
bar the gateway to dreams
and instead I sleep like the dead
in empty nothingness
your face just elusive in the dark ...
#friendship
#hope
#love
#sadness
#IMissYou
264 reads
10 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 5:46pm
23rd Jan 2025 5:46pm
Dreamscape #87
The night is soundless and soft
The horse’s hooves
Fall Rhythmic
Gently clobbering the dusty grass
The journey is nearly over
Ahead a sparse cluster of pine trees
Lit up by a waning moon.
The horse carries me
Though his back is tired.
I get off and lead him through the trees
A SHIMMERING LIGHT
The moon swims upon the lake
I lead the horse to its edge and he drinks
I take the load off the horse
I take my rod from the saddlebag and set up a line
I make a fire from dead wood
The smoke smells of her ...
The horse’s hooves
Fall Rhythmic
Gently clobbering the dusty grass
The journey is nearly over
Ahead a sparse cluster of pine trees
Lit up by a waning moon.
The horse carries me
Though his back is tired.
I get off and lead him through the trees
A SHIMMERING LIGHT
The moon swims upon the lake
I lead the horse to its edge and he drinks
I take the load off the horse
I take my rod from the saddlebag and set up a line
I make a fire from dead wood
The smoke smells of her ...
#dreams
#fish
30 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:47am
24th Jan 2025 2:47am
The awakening of the soul
What is your spiritual awakening of the truth of your own thoughts, and insight and spiritually subconsciousness of your, own soul vibes of your energy. For sure through this cycle of life there will be a moment in your life, that you will have to step back and reflect upon the trails and tribulations, you had to face in yourself in body and spiritual soul. For even now as you are going through a situation, that isn't for you nor is it made for you, as they say that no one is sent to you by chance or accident. But yet there is someone who was sent to you. For it's in you to be able to do that...
#faith
#philosophical
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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0 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:18pm
17th Jan 2025 10:18pm
Sayonara Amnesty _ with "Adagio"
Sayonara's amnesty tomorrow
with torrents of being one
obsessed by fading incognito
typhoons in nature's ecstasy
seeking one's eternal soul
with the pulse of the bamboo
whispering Sayonara's amnesty
To let go of every shadow
like the drifting autumn leaves
soaring in the air to the sky
breathing with the trees
the quietude of the universe
and the oscillating rhythm
in harmony with the scenery
with torrents of being one
obsessed by fading incognito
typhoons in nature's ecstasy
seeking one's eternal soul
with the pulse of the bamboo
whispering Sayonara's amnesty
To let go of every shadow
like the drifting autumn leaves
soaring in the air to the sky
breathing with the trees
the quietude of the universe
and the oscillating rhythm
in harmony with the scenery
#collaboration
#inspirational
#nature
73 reads
12 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
4th Aug 2021 00:18am
4th Aug 2021 00:18am
God pardons
Yesterday feels like Disney..
Now it's the house of terror..
Grandpa. What's your advice?
Got compromised?!..
No. Yes, both oh! May be..
Confused?
Certainly.
So what do you say?..
Anything new yet found under the sun?
Not that I know of.
Good then..
Are you among the many of us who took life as REAL?
Seal this
...
Now it's the house of terror..
Grandpa. What's your advice?
Got compromised?!..
No. Yes, both oh! May be..
Confused?
Certainly.
So what do you say?..
Anything new yet found under the sun?
Not that I know of.
Good then..
Are you among the many of us who took life as REAL?
Seal this
...
#hope
#courage
#forgiveness
670 reads
3 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 7:14am
9th Nov 2024 7:14am
NATURISM MAKES A PRISM,
Naturism
makes a prism
through which to see
the nudity
of the body,
not as dirty
but quite worthy
in harmony
with creation.
Inspiration -
appreciate
God did create
first humans nudd,
saw "very good" *
in what He made
and thus displayed
in the garden
of his Eden.
* "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him, male and female...God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.....The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no...
makes a prism
through which to see
the nudity
of the body,
not as dirty
but quite worthy
in harmony
with creation.
Inspiration -
appreciate
God did create
first humans nudd,
saw "very good" *
in what He made
and thus displayed
in the garden
of his Eden.
* "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him, male and female...God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.....The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no...
#happiness
#inspirational
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
115 reads
3 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 11:19pm
13th Apr 2023 11:19pm
Warmth
Celestial glow;
illuminating warmth.
Cover me with your light.
Bathe my skin
with your radiance
and my soul
with your fire.
Awake in me
dormant desires
and slumbering senses.
Reignite my will
and renew my strength.
Energy-giving heat,
heal my heart
and expand my mind.
As I wait,
let your honeyed beams
permeate my very being.
Soften any rough edges
and purify me.
Cover me;
bring me into you
that warmth and light
might exude from me.
illuminating warmth.
Cover me with your light.
Bathe my skin
with your radiance
and my soul
with your fire.
Awake in me
dormant desires
and slumbering senses.
Reignite my will
and renew my strength.
Energy-giving heat,
heal my heart
and expand my mind.
As I wait,
let your honeyed beams
permeate my very being.
Soften any rough edges
and purify me.
Cover me;
bring me into you
that warmth and light
might exude from me.
#sun
#healing
#dawn #NaPoWriMo2023
#dawn #NaPoWriMo2023
261 reads
13 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
28th Jan 2024 3:03am
28th Jan 2024 3:03am
Be Here Now
elusive territory
the present moment
happiness
that depends
on expectation
ever eludes our grasp
our future and our selves
vanish into the abyss
here now
we experience
universal totality
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
the present moment
happiness
that depends
on expectation
ever eludes our grasp
our future and our selves
vanish into the abyss
here now
we experience
universal totality
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
#spiritual
#philosophical
170 reads
12 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 6:23pm
18th Dec 2024 6:23pm
Irish Eamond
An old Irish man once told me......
A sweet spot is a place.
Where fairies pass over unseen.
Magic passes over too.
He looked like a sweet old fella. But!
Standing behind you, he'd cast spells.
Full of Jiggery pokery & clownish too.
A fan of Crowley & other bunkum.
Even now I miss the old fella,
Wish I'd been more relaxed, back then.
Listened to his tales of leprechauns.
Fairies pixies & puffs n stuff.
If someone asked him, so what do you do?
I'm a...
A sweet spot is a place.
Where fairies pass over unseen.
Magic passes over too.
He looked like a sweet old fella. But!
Standing behind you, he'd cast spells.
Full of Jiggery pokery & clownish too.
A fan of Crowley & other bunkum.
Even now I miss the old fella,
Wish I'd been more relaxed, back then.
Listened to his tales of leprechauns.
Fairies pixies & puffs n stuff.
If someone asked him, so what do you do?
I'm a...
#emotional
#fairies
#grief
#sea
#water
63 reads
0 Comments
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