Least Read Spiritual Poems
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 1:33am
10th Aug 2020 1:33am
GOD OF WONDERS
God of power, love, and endless wonders
Whose throne is in heaven above lightning and thunder
If You and I were to walk hand-in-hand
Across the miles of city land
Would You be ten or a million feet tall?
Standing by You,, would make me grasshopper small!
Would You have to bend Your neck a little
Or bend more like halfway down the middle
Not to bury Your head on the sun, the moon, or the stars?
And how do they stay up there so far?
Would You walk right through the hot summer sun
Or the lit-filled moon when the day is done
Because You,...
Whose throne is in heaven above lightning and thunder
If You and I were to walk hand-in-hand
Across the miles of city land
Would You be ten or a million feet tall?
Standing by You,, would make me grasshopper small!
Would You have to bend Your neck a little
Or bend more like halfway down the middle
Not to bury Your head on the sun, the moon, or the stars?
And how do they stay up there so far?
Would You walk right through the hot summer sun
Or the lit-filled moon when the day is done
Because You,...
#Christian
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:02am
11th Jun 2021 10:02am
verity
Verity
Telling the truth to people close to you
is a difficult feat, the accusations and repercussion
can be dire.
When you puncture the picture where they see
themselves as helpful people.
The unvarnished truth is they will rob you blind
and expect you to be grateful.
Those who were your friend will not help you
for them, assistance have a pecuniary aspect,
If you let the trespasses against you slide, you will
think of yourself as a coward; and those who were
your friends will feel contemptuous of you.
Telling the truth to people close to you
is a difficult feat, the accusations and repercussion
can be dire.
When you puncture the picture where they see
themselves as helpful people.
The unvarnished truth is they will rob you blind
and expect you to be grateful.
Those who were your friend will not help you
for them, assistance have a pecuniary aspect,
If you let the trespasses against you slide, you will
think of yourself as a coward; and those who were
your friends will feel contemptuous of you.
#books
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
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Em-ily
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 4:01pm
12th Jun 2021 4:01pm
Philip Cake Dick Tab 3m
#spiritual
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dnzmemn66
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 3:14pm
11th Jun 2021 3:14pm
Stranger
My pain is a stranger
Who visits at night
The stranger is darkness
While my Lord is the light
So i cast away worry
I say goodbye to my pain
I look for sunshine
In the midst of the rain
If the stranger comes
To your door at night
Let the Lord Jesus
Fight him to flight
By Don Zimmerman
6/11/2021
Who visits at night
The stranger is darkness
While my Lord is the light
So i cast away worry
I say goodbye to my pain
I look for sunshine
In the midst of the rain
If the stranger comes
To your door at night
Let the Lord Jesus
Fight him to flight
By Don Zimmerman
6/11/2021
#religion
#God
#Christian
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 11:28pm
13th Jun 2021 11:28pm
Summer Sunday School
On Sunday morning I went out for a while in the neighbourhood; I bought some raisin bread. The day was warm but a little sad, as Sundays often are in Paris, especially when one doesn’t believe in God.” - Michel Houellebecq
Near where I live
is a Quaker meeting house,
and an Anglican church
I’ve been in once,
but only to help with a stall
at a farmer’s market.
On hot and humid
Sunday mornings,
I sit on a bench
in the shadow of a tree,
and watch the leaves
and motes of dust,
falling like notes
in a composition, ...
Near where I live
is a Quaker meeting house,
and an Anglican church
I’ve been in once,
but only to help with a stall
at a farmer’s market.
On hot and humid
Sunday mornings,
I sit on a bench
in the shadow of a tree,
and watch the leaves
and motes of dust,
falling like notes
in a composition, ...
#nature
#religion
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 5:50pm
9th Jun 2021 5:50pm
Shanty
The islands are small
here,
bruising's
elevated,
rouging on the abdomen,
dentures crested, unforgiven,
breathing slammed.
A great divide's now gaping
drapes of you unsafely stationed
about my brains.
I thought I'd made a vessel,
genuine,
didn't account
for a leak,
anchor
unravelling,
Islands, remorseless,
no longer plenti
ful.
I imagine myself sinking,
on top,
cargo weighted
more than I,
flooded guts,
microplastics -
book myself...
here,
bruising's
elevated,
rouging on the abdomen,
dentures crested, unforgiven,
breathing slammed.
A great divide's now gaping
drapes of you unsafely stationed
about my brains.
I thought I'd made a vessel,
genuine,
didn't account
for a leak,
anchor
unravelling,
Islands, remorseless,
no longer plenti
ful.
I imagine myself sinking,
on top,
cargo weighted
more than I,
flooded guts,
microplastics -
book myself...
#loneliness
#universe
#silence #meditation
#silence #meditation
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cabcool
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
chillum hype
a rhymed, mirrored octet
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#dreams
#marijuana
#addiction
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 3:12am
14th Jun 2021 3:12am
You Bleed More Beautifully Than Even Roses Bloom…
I draw my voice in these letters
And drink from my heart like a poison well
Regurgitating a thought
In an attempt to make meaning of the madness
Line by line, what’s at the end of each line
But a statement racing towards making sense
Of myself in light of shadows
Waiting on a delayed train of thought
Like slow release and gradually learning to feel again
Breathe in a vape pen, the ink is a progressive boil
Rolling its way into meaning while stillness fools the onlooker
Standing stationary at the surface
Till the fire...
And drink from my heart like a poison well
Regurgitating a thought
In an attempt to make meaning of the madness
Line by line, what’s at the end of each line
But a statement racing towards making sense
Of myself in light of shadows
Waiting on a delayed train of thought
Like slow release and gradually learning to feel again
Breathe in a vape pen, the ink is a progressive boil
Rolling its way into meaning while stillness fools the onlooker
Standing stationary at the surface
Till the fire...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 10:24pm
9th Jun 2021 10:24pm
Calm Beneath
shallow turbulence
briny deep remains serene
when the ocean's rough
briny deep remains serene
when the ocean's rough
#sea
#storm
#spiritual #senryu
#spiritual #senryu
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Shadow_Dancer
Poem Published
5th Apr 2018 1:01am
5th Apr 2018 1:01am
Humbled...
Cradling fresh fragrant yumminess an eerie stillness prickled my thought
Alone in the predawn I quickly took stock of the strange unfamiliar calmness
Settling back the unease of ease gave me pause
A soothing smoothness jolted an awareness of keen thought
My hands my hips my very being had gentled even with the zip zap zinging of all things named pain
Soft whispered sighs filter sameness of wonder in thought
A peacefulness quieted the norm of racing chaotic thoughts lulling us into a state of reverence
...
Alone in the predawn I quickly took stock of the strange unfamiliar calmness
Settling back the unease of ease gave me pause
A soothing smoothness jolted an awareness of keen thought
My hands my hips my very being had gentled even with the zip zap zinging of all things named pain
Soft whispered sighs filter sameness of wonder in thought
A peacefulness quieted the norm of racing chaotic thoughts lulling us into a state of reverence
...
#strength
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment #gratitude
#LifeChangingMoment #gratitude
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 5:18am
5th Apr 2021 5:18am
Upon Final Farewell
Will you remember how I danced?
when my legs ~
these batons of my body’s song,
minstrels of melodic mobility ~
rescind their perfected pirouette
and become finally slack
...Will you remember?
Will you remember how I created?
when my hands ~
these transcribers of my transition,
conductors of synesthetic symphony ~
abandon their accountability
and become finally still
...Will you remember?
Will you remember how I loved?
when my heart ~
this broken vessel of my veneration,
reliquary...
when my legs ~
these batons of my body’s song,
minstrels of melodic mobility ~
rescind their perfected pirouette
and become finally slack
...Will you remember?
Will you remember how I created?
when my hands ~
these transcribers of my transition,
conductors of synesthetic symphony ~
abandon their accountability
and become finally still
...Will you remember?
Will you remember how I loved?
when my heart ~
this broken vessel of my veneration,
reliquary...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
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slipalong
Poem Published
29th May 2021 8:46pm
29th May 2021 8:46pm
Inspecting all aspects
29/31
The night-bird's songs
owl cries it dark charm,
swallows, art upon the wing.
Half in sun, brief joy
gold or just base alloy.
Chill of wind before the rain
as your life will toss a coin
aspects as it spins so free
the choice of luck or destiny
The night-bird's songs
owl cries it dark charm,
swallows, art upon the wing.
Half in sun, brief joy
gold or just base alloy.
Chill of wind before the rain
as your life will toss a coin
aspects as it spins so free
the choice of luck or destiny
#fate
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DU Poetry : Least Read Spiritual Poems about Religion, Atheism and New Age Spirituality
