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.
The Softness Of The Orchid Flower
I am the wind beneath blowing at Hell’s feet
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next...
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next...
#sun
#water
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
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A Cut-Up
(so a bearded man from Utah showed up at church a few months ago wearing a purple polka-dot dress. it realy fucked with one guy’s head, but mostly everyone was cool with it. it was pretty inspiring)
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testosterone-blockers and the clearly spirit fo Im one is a graphic...
#ThrillSeeking
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Sweet Skin of Fog
For Brigid
A blank page lays open-handed
ready to hold this story
but all that oozes from the veil
is a memory of a memory
You appeared while I was writing
Specter from a past life
my Celtic blood lived
Conversation becomes the hardest thing to carry
under the weight of history
Our own senses become weapons
for and against yourself
over what to believe
Your sweet skin of fog
escaped from its sepulchre
becoming the chill winter morn
You asked if you needed a calling...
A blank page lays open-handed
ready to hold this story
but all that oozes from the veil
is a memory of a memory
You appeared while I was writing
Specter from a past life
my Celtic blood lived
Conversation becomes the hardest thing to carry
under the weight of history
Our own senses become weapons
for and against yourself
over what to believe
Your sweet skin of fog
escaped from its sepulchre
becoming the chill winter morn
You asked if you needed a calling...
#tradition
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(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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Mountain's Silence And Mystery
I cut across the pine forest of the small village, thru' a narrow pathtway
between the trees, a trail beaten by herds and shepherds, and even some hidden
small mountain foxes...who still lurk in their hidden lair....
to reach the sacred mountain, which in the eye of the common mind,
is only rocks, stones, some lost vestiges, and dolmen, randomly strewn like deserted ruines, after bellicose assault.of Neron or Attila's rage, and where freely growing wild plants, give shelter to locusts, and some creeping harmless critters.beside..........
...
between the trees, a trail beaten by herds and shepherds, and even some hidden
small mountain foxes...who still lurk in their hidden lair....
to reach the sacred mountain, which in the eye of the common mind,
is only rocks, stones, some lost vestiges, and dolmen, randomly strewn like deserted ruines, after bellicose assault.of Neron or Attila's rage, and where freely growing wild plants, give shelter to locusts, and some creeping harmless critters.beside..........
...
#religion
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
#morality
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Allow Mother Earth To Softly Reign
The trilogy of sound, body, and mind, the current of the waves softly calls out to comfort me
A baritone voice whispers his midnight lullabies to place me in a deep sleep
Closing my eyes to the calming alluring sound
Images of a sovereign that once held the holiness of a crown
No soil to greet the soles of my feet
No clouds, stars, upon Heaven did I greet as I sunk into the depth of the deep
A forgotten interval when water cleansed my intellect from the chaos found upon the wickedness of God’s earthly land
One...
A baritone voice whispers his midnight lullabies to place me in a deep sleep
Closing my eyes to the calming alluring sound
Images of a sovereign that once held the holiness of a crown
No soil to greet the soles of my feet
No clouds, stars, upon Heaven did I greet as I sunk into the depth of the deep
A forgotten interval when water cleansed my intellect from the chaos found upon the wickedness of God’s earthly land
One...
#sea
#sun
#water
#spiritual
#humankind
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In The Shroud Of Chaos
I’m at a loss for words
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Kindred hearts, unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of...
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Kindred hearts, unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of...
#sadness
#GunControl
#MentalHealth #spiritual
#MentalHealth #spiritual
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A Woman’s Worth
Longing for you
My heart serenaded to the love notes of a once lost mania
Feel the beating of my fragile heart
Echoing as a soft whisper to your ear
My kiss aches to be caressed under yours
Entwined fervor alluring ballads, encircle me in the force of your nature
Lose me in the view of your scent
My footsteps know no escaping when you are near
In your coveting arms I taste the blessing of Heaven’s anew
A touch wished upon in the quest of slumber ...
My heart serenaded to the love notes of a once lost mania
Feel the beating of my fragile heart
Echoing as a soft whisper to your ear
My kiss aches to be caressed under yours
Entwined fervor alluring ballads, encircle me in the force of your nature
Lose me in the view of your scent
My footsteps know no escaping when you are near
In your coveting arms I taste the blessing of Heaven’s anew
A touch wished upon in the quest of slumber ...
#war
#spiritual
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
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Thy Will Shall Be Done (The Covenant)
For your arrogance, Damballa and your spiritual treason, your malice, your racial contempt, your hate, YOU and your regrets were tossed off the Mothership
Then to label yourself in this dimension as the demoness Maman Brigitte who scowls the night killing babies, including the divine spiritual killing of your own
Bedazzling men and women with false spiritual ideology in hopes their minds are confused, too far gone
And you want the world to worship a snakehead you have placed upon your throne
The Lilith of the night, a Jinn, an Earth slithering...
Then to label yourself in this dimension as the demoness Maman Brigitte who scowls the night killing babies, including the divine spiritual killing of your own
Bedazzling men and women with false spiritual ideology in hopes their minds are confused, too far gone
And you want the world to worship a snakehead you have placed upon your throne
The Lilith of the night, a Jinn, an Earth slithering...
#war
#sun
#moon
#religion
#culture
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survivors
Survivors
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbor on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had plowed the seas, an adventure for some, work for others.
Then the sea parted, and the ship fell into a timeless zone where life repeats itself
The cook is making soup and
the captain studies a map of ocean currents
150 years passed, and a convulsion through the zone
the ship was back on the sea surface.
The cook served his soup.
The captain called up the harbor...
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbor on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had plowed the seas, an adventure for some, work for others.
Then the sea parted, and the ship fell into a timeless zone where life repeats itself
The cook is making soup and
the captain studies a map of ocean currents
150 years passed, and a convulsion through the zone
the ship was back on the sea surface.
The cook served his soup.
The captain called up the harbor...
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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The Ordained Rite Of Passage (The Oungan)
May the soft winds of my culture speak the faith of my tongue
May my Hebrew ancestors uphold the credence of my intellect
May my footsteps propel me forward where my pilgrimage will not be in vain
This incantation is about the wickedness of the human heart and sometimes, yes God uses his most humbling servants to do battle to balance the scales of good and evil, therefore, sometimes you most utilize the tongue of evil and the sword to castrate the wicked tree to make room to sow the reaping of good harvest.
In a better sense of judgment,...
May my Hebrew ancestors uphold the credence of my intellect
May my footsteps propel me forward where my pilgrimage will not be in vain
This incantation is about the wickedness of the human heart and sometimes, yes God uses his most humbling servants to do battle to balance the scales of good and evil, therefore, sometimes you most utilize the tongue of evil and the sword to castrate the wicked tree to make room to sow the reaping of good harvest.
In a better sense of judgment,...
#war
#moon
#religion #culture
#religion #culture
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The Magician (Divine Energy)
Secrets found within the galaxy’s alignment
The allurement of fate cast of no resentments to circumvent
Within the benediction of the Sun, the Stars, and the Moon, governed by the Ankh in the palm of my hand
My compass voyage upon it as I proudly stand
A beautiful song blanketed of its journey, as a muse’s lullaby to any mortal man
Echoed from the four corners of the vast great lands
As my ancestral jeweled crown graces proudly on top of my head
Words of passion, love, spoken desires, a silken odyssey to explore once...
The allurement of fate cast of no resentments to circumvent
Within the benediction of the Sun, the Stars, and the Moon, governed by the Ankh in the palm of my hand
My compass voyage upon it as I proudly stand
A beautiful song blanketed of its journey, as a muse’s lullaby to any mortal man
Echoed from the four corners of the vast great lands
As my ancestral jeweled crown graces proudly on top of my head
Words of passion, love, spoken desires, a silken odyssey to explore once...
#sun
#water
#spiritual #wisdom
#spiritual #wisdom
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