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.
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
Zion
Mourning air whispering over me
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Zion
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Zion
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
#death
#heaven
#hell
#peace
#silence
104 reads
10 Comments
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
65 reads
6 Comments
accountable
invariably, I am what I am not
an empath struck by what is
channeling the pain of the verses
It affects me at a deep level
sometimes intertwining with my thoughts
a soul so complex with its art
metaphors and philosophies
that are not all mine
are just my way of coping with what is
flooded with visions that disturb
My first thought is to shove them down deep
but they cause me great anxiety
so I free them on the page
at what toll I don't know
They say kindness covers a multitude of sins
I hope...
an empath struck by what is
channeling the pain of the verses
It affects me at a deep level
sometimes intertwining with my thoughts
a soul so complex with its art
metaphors and philosophies
that are not all mine
are just my way of coping with what is
flooded with visions that disturb
My first thought is to shove them down deep
but they cause me great anxiety
so I free them on the page
at what toll I don't know
They say kindness covers a multitude of sins
I hope...
#love
#spiritual
97 reads
7 Comments
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
77 reads
5 Comments
The Almighty
Because of sin
The death
Has gained ground
in human life
The earth
has become cursed
The wickedness
spread
The payment
of sin
is
death
Only
the sacrifice
can be
wiped out
The son of god took human flesh
came to the earth and died on the cross instead of me.
He died and resurrected the third day
He is the glorious king forever.
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life
Who believes in him
will live, even though they die
in...
The death
Has gained ground
in human life
The earth
has become cursed
The wickedness
spread
The payment
of sin
is
death
Only
the sacrifice
can be
wiped out
The son of god took human flesh
came to the earth and died on the cross instead of me.
He died and resurrected the third day
He is the glorious king forever.
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life
Who believes in him
will live, even though they die
in...
#Christian
#God
#religion
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
95 reads
8 Comments
Paradox
do we exist
or it's just a dream...?
when you become 'aware'
of your being,
you'll find yourself
at an intersection of two circles
representing reality and illusion;
the place they smudge
is a mental haze-
misty and mystique,
familiar yet unfamiliar.
a strange realm
where unknown overlaps known.
you can't evaluate your own existence,
you can't define your subsistence.
is our life real,
or a paradox
just like schrödinger's cat ...
or it's just a dream...?
when you become 'aware'
of your being,
you'll find yourself
at an intersection of two circles
representing reality and illusion;
the place they smudge
is a mental haze-
misty and mystique,
familiar yet unfamiliar.
a strange realm
where unknown overlaps known.
you can't evaluate your own existence,
you can't define your subsistence.
is our life real,
or a paradox
just like schrödinger's cat ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
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9 Comments
Ode to My Mango Tree
two decades or so, yet
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide,
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor,
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe; ...
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide,
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor,
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe; ...
#nature
#respect
#spiritual #trees
#spiritual #trees
138 reads
4 Comments
Singing in the Rain of Tears
Miranda
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
#art
#happiness
#music
#spiritual
#women
63 reads
8 Comments
~i l l u m i n e
glinting tinkly silvery pearls
with the hardened sacred
‘rudraksha’.. in a darkened
matte beaded alternating..
a simplistic rustic jewellery
of this a ‘bhakti sanyasini’
hymning devoutional love
to you my Shiva..
this inner earthen red
a terracota dotted base, this
rooted ‘Kundalini’ Shakti
rises in an awakening..
a hissing divine serpent
in search of the Spirited
You..
half stern, yet yielding
to a malleably flexing..
in her...
with the hardened sacred
‘rudraksha’.. in a darkened
matte beaded alternating..
a simplistic rustic jewellery
of this a ‘bhakti sanyasini’
hymning devoutional love
to you my Shiva..
this inner earthen red
a terracota dotted base, this
rooted ‘Kundalini’ Shakti
rises in an awakening..
a hissing divine serpent
in search of the Spirited
You..
half stern, yet yielding
to a malleably flexing..
in her...
#love
#power
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
88 reads
3 Comments
~second homecoming [collab with Vision_of_ insanity (Keith)]
Clear revealing night
Where light is broken twice
To welcome now the stranger
that has made him risen
He opened another door
Out of which he gazed in visions
Strangulated by his own premonition
Expectations and inner competitions
Upon the barriers feasting
with twilight eating eyes
Onward resisting
Demons be driven
Being human is an oath
So he stared into their eyes
A multidimensional plane took him
for all eternity
For these eyes were never shut
Upon humanity feasting
with...
Where light is broken twice
To welcome now the stranger
that has made him risen
He opened another door
Out of which he gazed in visions
Strangulated by his own premonition
Expectations and inner competitions
Upon the barriers feasting
with twilight eating eyes
Onward resisting
Demons be driven
Being human is an oath
So he stared into their eyes
A multidimensional plane took him
for all eternity
For these eyes were never shut
Upon humanity feasting
with...
#collaboration
#LifeChangingMoment
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#love
133 reads
7 Comments
(The Last Upper)
Jesus had a huge supper, with large amounts of uppers
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during the last...
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during the last...
#aliens
#God
#nonfiction
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
85 reads
6 Comments
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