Spiritual Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Keilani
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:03pm
Yesterday 8:03pm
Beneath the Flame
behind your eyes
springs a deathless fount
bedewing the leaves
of my hidden poem
the shrouded manuscript
of my unborn soul
only you can approach
only you can disrobe
revealing the torch
that lights the world
Empyrean fires
that bring forth the Word
dispersing fragrances
of Heaven’s white rose
liberating the firmament
of her nebulous clothes
for a glimpse
of these celestial joys
vision girds us on her wings
leaving treatise to pondering
each canto bears its...
springs a deathless fount
bedewing the leaves
of my hidden poem
the shrouded manuscript
of my unborn soul
only you can approach
only you can disrobe
revealing the torch
that lights the world
Empyrean fires
that bring forth the Word
dispersing fragrances
of Heaven’s white rose
liberating the firmament
of her nebulous clothes
for a glimpse
of these celestial joys
vision girds us on her wings
leaving treatise to pondering
each canto bears its...
#love
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Bonanza1
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 1:28pm
2nd Dec 2022 1:28pm
City
Although there would probably be a distinct and hovering mindset like a cloud or perhaps low clinging fog
Washing the uprise of steel and cinder block in heavy grey
The bright occasions of new green
(the trees and their ruthless hunger for the day)
coupling with the busk
(his enduring chorus)
Would allow for the narrow in
(a small opening of heart)
Enough to hear the truth and the love
from which it sounds
Enough to hear the beaconing of God
And engage with beatitude
The voice of Christ Jesus
Washing the uprise of steel and cinder block in heavy grey
The bright occasions of new green
(the trees and their ruthless hunger for the day)
coupling with the busk
(his enduring chorus)
Would allow for the narrow in
(a small opening of heart)
Enough to hear the truth and the love
from which it sounds
Enough to hear the beaconing of God
And engage with beatitude
The voice of Christ Jesus
#faith
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Taylor65
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 1:37am
2nd Dec 2022 1:37am
Long Winter
At the end of the universe, you hope
they will be there, two little ones
whose only desire was to play
you’d like to see them as older:
both feet out of the womb
late to hold, no paternal rendezvous,
but they didn’t get their chance to choose—
it’s as if they died of too much joy
before their time
they will be there, two little ones
whose only desire was to play
you’d like to see them as older:
both feet out of the womb
late to hold, no paternal rendezvous,
but they didn’t get their chance to choose—
it’s as if they died of too much joy
before their time
#spiritual
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cabcool
Poem Published
1st Dec 2022 11:27pm
1st Dec 2022 11:27pm
consider the stars
Hope founded upon a human being, a man-made philosophy, or any
institution is always misplaced... because these things are unreliable
and fleeting.—Charles Stanley
consider the infant in his crib,
old-fashioned from Adam’s broken rib;
what shall he become—a bird on wings?
how will he receive life’s offerings?
consider the young man in his prime,
beleaguered by conflicts in his time;
the blossom of youth becomes the fruit
that ferries his world from bud to root.
consider the old man with his cane,
slow-hoisting...
institution is always misplaced... because these things are unreliable
and fleeting.—Charles Stanley
consider the infant in his crib,
old-fashioned from Adam’s broken rib;
what shall he become—a bird on wings?
how will he receive life’s offerings?
consider the young man in his prime,
beleaguered by conflicts in his time;
the blossom of youth becomes the fruit
that ferries his world from bud to root.
consider the old man with his cane,
slow-hoisting...
#hope
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
1st Dec 2022 8:40pm
1st Dec 2022 8:40pm
YOU ARE MY CHILD.
YOU ARE MY CHILD.
Why do you treat Me like the Lord,
Whom you fear and pay heed to meet?
Am l an emperor or judge
whom just to meet is what you fear?
I want Myself to be your dear,
just like your father or your mum.
You go to them with great delight
not frightened to make yourself clear.
How can you love the judge who sits
with majesty and will decide
the scaffold or to set you free?
You quiver when you see his sight.
Approach Me with your heart with glee.
I am your tender Mum whose eyes ...
Why do you treat Me like the Lord,
Whom you fear and pay heed to meet?
Am l an emperor or judge
whom just to meet is what you fear?
I want Myself to be your dear,
just like your father or your mum.
You go to them with great delight
not frightened to make yourself clear.
How can you love the judge who sits
with majesty and will decide
the scaffold or to set you free?
You quiver when you see his sight.
Approach Me with your heart with glee.
I am your tender Mum whose eyes ...
#love
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cabcool
Poem Published
1st Dec 2022 5:25pm
1st Dec 2022 5:25pm
a fleeting night
Killing man’s fleeting time does not, in any way, or by any means, injure
God’s brief eternity.”—Clyve A. Bowen (after Henry David Thoreau)
time limits on my hands,
ere swift eternity runs out
and i am left with burdens that cannot never cross the line.
new heavens and new strands,
bound not by frail passe-partout,
bid finite man infinite streams cross to his rest divine.
how temporal my plight,
tho hungry, naked, and bereft
i tangle with vicissitudes of seasons and of times!
this is a fleeting night;
let me withstand...
God’s brief eternity.”—Clyve A. Bowen (after Henry David Thoreau)
time limits on my hands,
ere swift eternity runs out
and i am left with burdens that cannot never cross the line.
new heavens and new strands,
bound not by frail passe-partout,
bid finite man infinite streams cross to his rest divine.
how temporal my plight,
tho hungry, naked, and bereft
i tangle with vicissitudes of seasons and of times!
this is a fleeting night;
let me withstand...
#hope
#peace
#LifeGoals
#memorial
#MovingOn
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Wired6
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 12:44pm
8th Nov 2021 12:44pm
DIDJESUSDANCE@DIDHE.COM
Doesn't anyone ever wonder if Jesus liked 2 Dance?
Or was he 2 busy,seriously busy,2 have Fun∆∆∆
©Wired6.29/10/2021
Or was he 2 busy,seriously busy,2 have Fun∆∆∆
©Wired6.29/10/2021
#religion
#God
#Christian
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
30th Nov 2022 4:41am
30th Nov 2022 4:41am
EXPLAINING AWAY THE MYTH OF THE
In the Torah, the 5 books of the Bible that Moses wrote,
there's a list of blessings for the nation of Israel -
when the people serve God faithfully (Deuteronomy 28.1-14).
But there's also a list of curses that will befall the nation when the people turn away and follow the gods of the gentiles, etc (Deut.28.15-68).
When the armies of Babylon destroyed Jerusalem and especially its temple,
Daniel the prophet spoke of "the desolation of Jerusalem"(Dan.9.2).
He cried out to God, "..we have sinned and done wrong...We haven't listened to your servants the...
there's a list of blessings for the nation of Israel -
when the people serve God faithfully (Deuteronomy 28.1-14).
But there's also a list of curses that will befall the nation when the people turn away and follow the gods of the gentiles, etc (Deut.28.15-68).
When the armies of Babylon destroyed Jerusalem and especially its temple,
Daniel the prophet spoke of "the desolation of Jerusalem"(Dan.9.2).
He cried out to God, "..we have sinned and done wrong...We haven't listened to your servants the...
#apocalypse
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
29th Nov 2022 4:15pm
29th Nov 2022 4:15pm
The River EUPHRATES Is Drying Up (as predicted in Revelation 16.12)
See also Rev.9.14.
The "hour and day" here = the "day and hour" in Matthew 24.36, the time of the Rapture.
So the drying of that great river TODAY is a big sign that the Rapture
(and the Russian attack that causes that mass exodus) is at hand !!
We read that "one third of men will be killed"(Rev.9.15).
This may mean a third of the population in the USA.
(Rather than 1/3 globally.)
That would be talking about immediate death.
But later on, after 2 weeks, radiation sickness kills many more.
So instead of a third, the total may be more...
The "hour and day" here = the "day and hour" in Matthew 24.36, the time of the Rapture.
So the drying of that great river TODAY is a big sign that the Rapture
(and the Russian attack that causes that mass exodus) is at hand !!
We read that "one third of men will be killed"(Rev.9.15).
This may mean a third of the population in the USA.
(Rather than 1/3 globally.)
That would be talking about immediate death.
But later on, after 2 weeks, radiation sickness kills many more.
So instead of a third, the total may be more...
#apocalypse
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runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
28th Nov 2022 3:07am
28th Nov 2022 3:07am
Funk defy your soul
Swag hot feels is all we gonna need
This whacked-out timing to play
Raising fruit from the soulless seed
Words in unknown rhyme today
Tripping upon the bed way too high
Music crunk by a wing and care
Make-believing base words may fly
Hear an angel not a devil's dare
Now we walk their grass a barefoot
Old sacrifice hung in sacred tree
The holiest grounds burnt into soot
Sound of minds, our spirits free
This whacked-out timing to play
Raising fruit from the soulless seed
Words in unknown rhyme today
Tripping upon the bed way too high
Music crunk by a wing and care
Make-believing base words may fly
Hear an angel not a devil's dare
Now we walk their grass a barefoot
Old sacrifice hung in sacred tree
The holiest grounds burnt into soot
Sound of minds, our spirits free
#dark
#spiritual
#music
#lyrics
#quatrain
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6 Comments
Sage_6_paths_light
Poem Published
28th Nov 2022 00:19am
28th Nov 2022 00:19am
Eons traversed
I have this feeling I know you so.
But not from this life or timeline no.
It must be from lifetimes past one or two.
On mystical timelines as we traveled the cosmos through.
You ask how I know well, just call it a hunch.
Every time we chat my heart beats faster and I start to miss you a bunch.
On this plane of existence in this linear timeline.
We meet as strangers, aware at the soul level we have traversed eons of time.
But not from this life or timeline no.
It must be from lifetimes past one or two.
On mystical timelines as we traveled the cosmos through.
You ask how I know well, just call it a hunch.
Every time we chat my heart beats faster and I start to miss you a bunch.
On this plane of existence in this linear timeline.
We meet as strangers, aware at the soul level we have traversed eons of time.
#love
#rebirth
#spiritual
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Keilani
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 12:55pm
27th Nov 2022 12:55pm
As You Journey
from yesterdays
tomorrows come
and hidden seeds
sprout forth their bloom
for steadfast are they
in the rain
they learn the sun
upon their face
tomorrows come
and hidden seeds
sprout forth their bloom
for steadfast are they
in the rain
they learn the sun
upon their face
#philosophical
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6 Comments
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