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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
27th Apr 2025 6:22pm
27th Apr 2025 6:22pm
It’s okay to {not} call it God
This mystery
without beginning or end or dimension
which surpasses our time-bound, embodied understanding –
Explain it however you must:
with the logic of your mind
or the intuition of your heart –
as long as you never presume
certainty.
Embrace the miracles –
sunlight to sugar,
water to wine
Stardust or holy breath –
whatever helps you grasp
the wonder of creativity
Whether it’s that
big bang of the spirit in a virgin’s womb
or an atomic dance from the...
without beginning or end or dimension
which surpasses our time-bound, embodied understanding –
Explain it however you must:
with the logic of your mind
or the intuition of your heart –
as long as you never presume
certainty.
Embrace the miracles –
sunlight to sugar,
water to wine
Stardust or holy breath –
whatever helps you grasp
the wonder of creativity
Whether it’s that
big bang of the spirit in a virgin’s womb
or an atomic dance from the...
#acceptance
#love
#spiritual
84 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 6:20pm
23rd Apr 2025 6:20pm
Sunday Swan Song
It was the piano that finally made me cry.
I’ve been dispassionate
(to say the least)
about this closure,
knowing that eras end and life goes on –
impatient to rip off the bandage.
Perhaps even a little bitter
about all the years I tried to help
people
think
bigger
even though my faith never completely fit
inside their box.
I think I gave it my best.
I guess they did too –
nurturing me and my kids
through all kinds of storms,
(even when I wasn’t easy to love) ...
I’ve been dispassionate
(to say the least)
about this closure,
knowing that eras end and life goes on –
impatient to rip off the bandage.
Perhaps even a little bitter
about all the years I tried to help
people
think
bigger
even though my faith never completely fit
inside their box.
I think I gave it my best.
I guess they did too –
nurturing me and my kids
through all kinds of storms,
(even when I wasn’t easy to love) ...
#death
#friendship
#music #religion
#music #religion
67 reads
2 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 8:56am
21st Apr 2025 8:56am
Joy
Can you live it?
Can you save it?
Can you save it?
#happiness
47 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 3:55am
21st Apr 2025 3:55am
Easter
Late night poetry --
Inertia has struck again
or maybe it's just the chocolate
or the comfort of this couch
Sitting with all my kids
and their significant others
watching - of all things -
The Prince of Egypt.
They always loved the humour
the animation
the music...
I made them come to church
for the last time today.
I don't expect belief or reverence
-- don't have much of that myself --
They're finding their own
versions of faith now
maybe
Just wanted them to remember
the...
Inertia has struck again
or maybe it's just the chocolate
or the comfort of this couch
Sitting with all my kids
and their significant others
watching - of all things -
The Prince of Egypt.
They always loved the humour
the animation
the music...
I made them come to church
for the last time today.
I don't expect belief or reverence
-- don't have much of that myself --
They're finding their own
versions of faith now
maybe
Just wanted them to remember
the...
#Easter
#family
#religion
66 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
18th Apr 2025 4:04am
Harvest From the Tomb
I sow these seeds of love for future’s bloom;
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
#art
#death
#love
#villanelle
#WritingPoetry
85 reads
5 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 2:37am
14th Apr 2025 2:37am
Deliverance
For a long while – for decades – it was Home.
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladies’ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace –
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
“good Christian woman”. ...
Not only in the reverent routine of Sunday mornings.
Also in the musical camaraderie
of Tuesday evening jam sessions,
the Wednesday ladies’ earnest search for wisdom
over strong coffee and butter tarts,
the youthful commotion of Friday nights.
It became a refuge especially in
the quiet solitude of a random weekday.
Just me, the piano, and Peace –
a sanctuary that stood in stark contrast
to the inner tension of my performance as
“good Christian woman”. ...
#MovingOn
#rebirth
#religion
80 reads
2 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 1:51pm
7th Apr 2025 1:51pm
Vargary
07/30
Vargary
I don’t believe Stars sleep or even want to sleep
due to SUDDENLY being thrusted into this new
wonderment of light!
Yes, scientifically, sooner or later, much like our
earth’s sun, all stars get to forever rest.
Hooooooooooooowever,
Spiritually speaking, if new Angels can be born
why not a new star from an ended life on earth?
I wouldn’t want to be wasting my time
(there is NO TIME in the afterlife)
ceding into slumber. I’d become the adventurer
of my neo ethereal existence!
Might ever...
Vargary
I don’t believe Stars sleep or even want to sleep
due to SUDDENLY being thrusted into this new
wonderment of light!
Yes, scientifically, sooner or later, much like our
earth’s sun, all stars get to forever rest.
Hooooooooooooowever,
Spiritually speaking, if new Angels can be born
why not a new star from an ended life on earth?
I wouldn’t want to be wasting my time
(there is NO TIME in the afterlife)
ceding into slumber. I’d become the adventurer
of my neo ethereal existence!
Might ever...
#faith
#love
#spiritual #universe
#spiritual #universe
87 reads
4 Comments
Poeticking81
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 11:41am
2nd Apr 2025 11:41am
This poem is called A PLACE OF ONLY SMILES......
in our world there is....
light and darkness.....
smiles and tears
......joys and pain.....
and....
......fears and peace......
............
but there is another world......
.....a world.....that is different....
from this one.....
for in this world......
there is.....
....
only Light....
and
......only Smiles.....
.......
there is no pain....
........and no fears.......and no darkness.....
just Peace
........everywhere.....😊😊😊😊😊
....
and...
light and darkness.....
smiles and tears
......joys and pain.....
and....
......fears and peace......
............
but there is another world......
.....a world.....that is different....
from this one.....
for in this world......
there is.....
....
only Light....
and
......only Smiles.....
.......
there is no pain....
........and no fears.......and no darkness.....
just Peace
........everywhere.....😊😊😊😊😊
....
and...
#Christian
#God
#happiness
79 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 5:17pm
1st Apr 2025 5:17pm
Journey to the Stars
We’re launching a journey to the stars:
a flight of imagination,
a pilgrimage of poetic memoirs,
a hullabaloo of creation.
No jet fuel, ego, or money required
to conquer the world’s gravity;
only thoughtful hearts and minds inspired
will gain us escape velocity.
We don’t carry weapons or millionaires
on this rocket from Underground –
just stories and words, rhythms and prayers,
until each of us is crowned.
We’re led by a loving, Eerie spark
on a path that’s uniquely ours:
to become the lights drowning out...
a flight of imagination,
a pilgrimage of poetic memoirs,
a hullabaloo of creation.
No jet fuel, ego, or money required
to conquer the world’s gravity;
only thoughtful hearts and minds inspired
will gain us escape velocity.
We don’t carry weapons or millionaires
on this rocket from Underground –
just stories and words, rhythms and prayers,
until each of us is crowned.
We’re led by a loving, Eerie spark
on a path that’s uniquely ours:
to become the lights drowning out...
#love
#support
#WritingPoetry
81 reads
8 Comments
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 11:22pm
23rd Mar 2025 11:22pm
Unrepentant Heart
Unrepentant heart
Seeks not life, and finds itself
Dead amongst the dead.
Seeks not life, and finds itself
Dead amongst the dead.
#Christian
#God
#spiritual #senryu
#spiritual #senryu
64 reads
0 Comments
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 7:11pm
23rd Mar 2025 7:11pm
A Warning To The Lost
Turn! Turn!
Turn from your wicked ways!
For I tell you, look up!
The time is near for the Lord's return.
Do not bury your head in the sand.
For if one does this,
I tell you, their body shall soon
join their head;
and their soul shall be tortured
by the fiery flames of hell
forever; never ceasing.
Turn!
But you say, "When the time arrives, then I will turn."
No! That time is now!
For death is lurking;
awaiting your last breath.
Death tells you, "Don't worry, you still have time to turn. ...
Turn from your wicked ways!
For I tell you, look up!
The time is near for the Lord's return.
Do not bury your head in the sand.
For if one does this,
I tell you, their body shall soon
join their head;
and their soul shall be tortured
by the fiery flames of hell
forever; never ceasing.
Turn!
But you say, "When the time arrives, then I will turn."
No! That time is now!
For death is lurking;
awaiting your last breath.
Death tells you, "Don't worry, you still have time to turn. ...
#Christian
#death
#God
#hell
#religion
95 reads
0 Comments
WilliamEdwardNight
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 2:17pm
23rd Mar 2025 2:17pm
There is nothing beyond the name
Jesus Christ
#love
87 reads
1 Comment
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