Popular Spiritual Poems
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 10:20pm
23rd Oct 2024 10:20pm
myth of the myth
do you think the Phoenix
does not mourn the loss
of all that came before
flaming feathers
an agony of memory
as they burn to cinders
remembering...
remembering...
& do you not believe
they remember
everything
each moment
beautiful & broken
in those previous days
aching...
choking...
keening their pain
into smoke-filled skies
lungs thick with ash
voice hoarse & ragged
echoing...echoing...echoing
into haunted silence
...
does not mourn the loss
of all that came before
flaming feathers
an agony of memory
as they burn to cinders
remembering...
remembering...
& do you not believe
they remember
everything
each moment
beautiful & broken
in those previous days
aching...
choking...
keening their pain
into smoke-filled skies
lungs thick with ash
voice hoarse & ragged
echoing...echoing...echoing
into haunted silence
...
#admiration
#mythology
#spiritual #strength
#spiritual #strength
157 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
Sacred Dust
In moonlight’s glow
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
#magic
#pagan
#witches
377 reads
31 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 00:18am
3rd Nov 2024 00:18am
Ofrenda
My father’s ashes sit on my sister’s windowsill
Along with other family members overlooking the yard
And whenever I visit on festive occasions
I make sure I have a drink
With a slight nod and toast to him
In honor of his memory
So I think…
Maybe when my time comes
And my kids and grandkids put my picture out
I’d want them to remember our times
As they read some of my poetry
Giggling while reading them rhymes
Then I’ll come across the bridge
Smelling the food and hearing them laugh
And I’ll say - laugh because...
Along with other family members overlooking the yard
And whenever I visit on festive occasions
I make sure I have a drink
With a slight nod and toast to him
In honor of his memory
So I think…
Maybe when my time comes
And my kids and grandkids put my picture out
I’d want them to remember our times
As they read some of my poetry
Giggling while reading them rhymes
Then I’ll come across the bridge
Smelling the food and hearing them laugh
And I’ll say - laugh because...
#children
#family
#father #love
#father #love
90 reads
8 Comments
Sappho
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 8:36am
10th Nov 2024 8:36am
Diamond Processing
They judged and humiliated you
They tried to shape you according to
Their own narrow-minded world view
Their disregard tortured you very much
Your collision with social roles
Put you under enormous pressure
This way giving birth to a
Precious raw diamond
Despite all adversities and hardships
You embarked on a journey of
Finding and fulfilling your
Lífe's purpose
Your suffering scrubbed away
The magma of prejudices and
The mud of expectations and demands
The shining diamond became visible ...
They tried to shape you according to
Their own narrow-minded world view
Their disregard tortured you very much
Your collision with social roles
Put you under enormous pressure
This way giving birth to a
Precious raw diamond
Despite all adversities and hardships
You embarked on a journey of
Finding and fulfilling your
Lífe's purpose
Your suffering scrubbed away
The magma of prejudices and
The mud of expectations and demands
The shining diamond became visible ...
#rebirth
#spiritual
80 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 1:53am
21st Oct 2024 1:53am
They Come Back Through
a psalm for Samhain
They come back through on Halloween…
The line between the living and the dead
is frailest come evensong, when light is seen
to die beyond the farms, and bread
is broken one last time before the winter sheen
outspreads across the roof of each homestead.
They come back through on Halloween,
the sailors lost when campfires
became confused with lighthouses,
the children dead by violence,
the battle-scared and lost, all echoes of whence
we go when forced to cross the line between.
They come back...
They come back through on Halloween…
The line between the living and the dead
is frailest come evensong, when light is seen
to die beyond the farms, and bread
is broken one last time before the winter sheen
outspreads across the roof of each homestead.
They come back through on Halloween,
the sailors lost when campfires
became confused with lighthouses,
the children dead by violence,
the battle-scared and lost, all echoes of whence
we go when forced to cross the line between.
They come back...
#ghosts
#Halloween
#mythology #winter
#mythology #winter
88 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
Incomplete Myth of a Goddess that Does Not Exist.
Shapska, a name bruited in the dark corners
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
#dark
#mythology
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
75 reads
6 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 10:12pm
11th Sep 2021 10:12pm
Ghost Queen
Permanent residence.
My testament
of abandoned cold
hallways lined with
ground floating dust
that has long melted
into the air like me.
This dark fractured castle
is my beloved shelter
that is fit for a king
but belongs to a
ghost queen.
Windows whisper like a
beacon of ocean tides
calling me to peer
out and gaze to
the haunted sea.
I dare not go
out there.
Many have died in
my honor.
I have held off
armies of ships
multiple times from this ...
My testament
of abandoned cold
hallways lined with
ground floating dust
that has long melted
into the air like me.
This dark fractured castle
is my beloved shelter
that is fit for a king
but belongs to a
ghost queen.
Windows whisper like a
beacon of ocean tides
calling me to peer
out and gaze to
the haunted sea.
I dare not go
out there.
Many have died in
my honor.
I have held off
armies of ships
multiple times from this ...
#spiritual
#ghosts
738 reads
25 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 3:10pm
23rd Oct 2024 3:10pm
The Girls in the Van
I see the van sometimes, idling by
the nightclubs and the bars,
the drive-thru restaurants.
They wear the uniforms of girls
of their respective periods: leg warmers,
tees, scrunchies, hairspray (gallons
and gallons of that), and each
is wrought with some old wound:
a slash across the throat
is most common, on occasion
a stab to the chest. Nothing can staunch
the laughing, though; the endless
flow of youthful joy.
The youngest is sixteen, the oldest twenty-three.
And now across the parking court tarmac, ...
the nightclubs and the bars,
the drive-thru restaurants.
They wear the uniforms of girls
of their respective periods: leg warmers,
tees, scrunchies, hairspray (gallons
and gallons of that), and each
is wrought with some old wound:
a slash across the throat
is most common, on occasion
a stab to the chest. Nothing can staunch
the laughing, though; the endless
flow of youthful joy.
The youngest is sixteen, the oldest twenty-three.
And now across the parking court tarmac, ...
#ghosts
#murder
#violence #women
#violence #women
93 reads
3 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:10am
Yesterday 8:10am
This Life
In spite of all the danger
Pray to the Heaven's above
Packed in life's container
What's the meaning of?
Applause the final curtain
Taking your final puff
Spectators serving sermons
All in the name of love
Pray to the Heaven's above
Packed in life's container
What's the meaning of?
Applause the final curtain
Taking your final puff
Spectators serving sermons
All in the name of love
#fate
#philosophical
#spiritual
35 reads
6 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:59pm
3rd Nov 2024 11:59pm
Van Gogh
The first time I heard it, I thought I was going mad or it would drive me there very quickly.
Depression has a way of altering ones senses. You can imagine all sorts of silly things.So when the ringing in my ears started I wasn't certain it was real at all.
It may be tinnitus I reasoned and recalled Van Gogh going mad with the constant rimging or it could just be another bastard gift that depression brings.
Then one day I was reading a book by a renowned Buddhist monk and to my surprise he too had this same gentle vibrating hum going on all the time.He even gave...
Depression has a way of altering ones senses. You can imagine all sorts of silly things.So when the ringing in my ears started I wasn't certain it was real at all.
It may be tinnitus I reasoned and recalled Van Gogh going mad with the constant rimging or it could just be another bastard gift that depression brings.
Then one day I was reading a book by a renowned Buddhist monk and to my surprise he too had this same gentle vibrating hum going on all the time.He even gave...
#depression
53 reads
6 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,
as not 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 shame." -...
makes a prism
through which to see
the nudity
of the body,
as not 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 shame." -...
#happiness
#inspirational
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
61 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:55am
Yesterday 00:55am
songs of loss and innocence
they play forever in your head
the temples expanding
as all our bodies age
and store up memories
until they die
and all that loss and innocence
flies out and impregnates the air
the temples of our thoughts
and feelings fall apart
the temples expanding
as all our bodies age
and store up memories
until they die
and all that loss and innocence
flies out and impregnates the air
the temples of our thoughts
and feelings fall apart
#death
#LifeCycle
#memories #spiritual
#memories #spiritual
35 reads
1 Comment
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