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.
Mother-Wound
I.
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my father retired
their dreams...
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my father retired
their dreams...
#dreams
#family
#mother
#spiritual
#confessional
264 reads
14 Comments
I Am With You
I fly in your dreams
I am your living hope and set belief
I am the sun that keeps away the smothering darkness
That would do anything to clench your pure soul in its icy claws
I bring life and warmth to your weary heart
I am the sole comfort in a world plagued by misery
Though you cannot see me
You can sense me all around you
I am in the flowers, and the trees
I am in the soil that gives way beneath your feet
You question why there is one set of footprints on the ground instead of two
My dear child, it is because I picked you up and now I...
I am your living hope and set belief
I am the sun that keeps away the smothering darkness
That would do anything to clench your pure soul in its icy claws
I bring life and warmth to your weary heart
I am the sole comfort in a world plagued by misery
Though you cannot see me
You can sense me all around you
I am in the flowers, and the trees
I am in the soil that gives way beneath your feet
You question why there is one set of footprints on the ground instead of two
My dear child, it is because I picked you up and now I...
#God
#love
#spiritual #support
#spiritual #support
127 reads
16 Comments
Death
In the womb
of death
I shall slumber
like a baby,
surrounded by an amniotic
ocean of serenity.
Learn, grow, develop
in my waking,
and be nourished through
the umbilical cord
connected to the spiritual realm
until
I'm ready for rebirth
Ready to experience
heaven 'n' hell
again...
of death
I shall slumber
like a baby,
surrounded by an amniotic
ocean of serenity.
Learn, grow, develop
in my waking,
and be nourished through
the umbilical cord
connected to the spiritual realm
until
I'm ready for rebirth
Ready to experience
heaven 'n' hell
again...
#death
#philosophical
#rebirth
#sleep
#spiritual
79 reads
13 Comments
Nature Speaks
Rain fell before dawn
Cleansing
Purifying
Catalyst of growth
Symbol of prophesy
Stepping out
Startled by a hawk's cry
Loud and nearby
Screeching seven times
eight times
seven times
The distance answering five
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle
Eight like a ladder
Reveals the ability to rise
And go beyond nature
The realm of infinite possibilities
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle.
Five meaning, Lo, Behold!
Swooping ...
Cleansing
Purifying
Catalyst of growth
Symbol of prophesy
Stepping out
Startled by a hawk's cry
Loud and nearby
Screeching seven times
eight times
seven times
The distance answering five
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle
Eight like a ladder
Reveals the ability to rise
And go beyond nature
The realm of infinite possibilities
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle.
Five meaning, Lo, Behold!
Swooping ...
#mystery
#spiritual
141 reads
15 Comments
Spirit in The Sky - with Shilohverse
Shep awakes from his dream with a migraine headache. "Oh! Late again for school. Mom, why didn't you wake me up!" He only hears his echo, a calendar on the back of his bedroom door an Autumn Landscape, 1954. The echo sounds hollow as if a hole, void of all feelings. He realizes that he is dead with a breath but no pulse and his vacation is to be, going home to Louisville.
"The old hometown looks the same,'' as he stepped down from the Greyhound Bus. Looking around nothing had changed, in Louisville. His one piece of baggage sat beside the bus. Heat waves of...
"The old hometown looks the same,'' as he stepped down from the Greyhound Bus. Looking around nothing had changed, in Louisville. His one piece of baggage sat beside the bus. Heat waves of...
#collaboration
#inspirational
#spiritual
97 reads
9 Comments
Spiritual Sleuths
Spiritual sleuths, souls of man
behind the veil of curiosity
decoding the Gospel
connecting dots
mystery solved
with the word of God
and a stenographer
connecting dots
behind the veil of curiosity
decoding the Gospel
connecting dots
mystery solved
with the word of God
and a stenographer
connecting dots
#faith
#philosophical
#spiritual
100 reads
6 Comments
FREQUENCY OF HEALING
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I want to take a deep break, moment of your time, ⌚ to dig deeper than deep, into the deepness of your own thoughts. Have you ever felt like that the world is fighting against you, and you can't understand for the life of you WHY. When you lose your own chain of thoughts and insight, into this senseless mindless game trap fighting between the walls of steel and stones. Do you know what it is to possess knowledge and wisdom, do you know your power of your own frequency of healing 🤔 For when you are going through some...
#evolution
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#universe
79 reads
14 Comments
Vanity
I'm the moon mirror.
My gaze is where you bathe.
Impregnated with your fears.
Your lunacy is a phase.
I brighten your night.
A white rabbit in a maze.
You're the goddess I smite.
Don't be conceited. Behave.
With my moonbow I enchant.
At the end of the day.
In my lullabies I rant,
How I cradled the babe.
I send out my signals.
Constellations; the stage.
I'm always late. Never frugal.
I use suspense to get my way.
Like a ghost I am...
My gaze is where you bathe.
Impregnated with your fears.
Your lunacy is a phase.
I brighten your night.
A white rabbit in a maze.
You're the goddess I smite.
Don't be conceited. Behave.
With my moonbow I enchant.
At the end of the day.
In my lullabies I rant,
How I cradled the babe.
I send out my signals.
Constellations; the stage.
I'm always late. Never frugal.
I use suspense to get my way.
Like a ghost I am...
#moon
108 reads
10 Comments
Hey! Bo Diddley
The grey bones of a rocking chair
listening to the lungs wheezing
where Mama used to sit
and smoke a little stogie
Finding her in a unique disposition
dead as mahogany on the jukebox
stuffed with botox
Listening to Bo Diddley...
"You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree."
listening to the lungs wheezing
where Mama used to sit
and smoke a little stogie
Finding her in a unique disposition
dead as mahogany on the jukebox
stuffed with botox
Listening to Bo Diddley...
"You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree."
#memories
#spiritual
93 reads
4 Comments
Decaffeinated Breeze
The decaffeinated breeze
in silence touched the leaves
listening to the dew's calliope
a fantasy dream espresso solvent
forever the current takes me
in silence touched the leaves
listening to the dew's calliope
a fantasy dream espresso solvent
forever the current takes me
#philosophical
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
105 reads
6 Comments
unconditionally yours
in desolation, I weep inside
all my love for you
there couldn't; be another
it matters not how dark you are
I will still reach up and choose the same star
within my memories, I hold true
I'm not giving up on you
you listen to all my complaints
tears come only for you
don't say goodbye
you've done your best with my mind
listening to internal chatter must drain you
when do you rest?
I must confess my thoughts don't stop
suffering is a part of us
my heart aches when yours does
I am so insensitive ...
all my love for you
there couldn't; be another
it matters not how dark you are
I will still reach up and choose the same star
within my memories, I hold true
I'm not giving up on you
you listen to all my complaints
tears come only for you
don't say goodbye
you've done your best with my mind
listening to internal chatter must drain you
when do you rest?
I must confess my thoughts don't stop
suffering is a part of us
my heart aches when yours does
I am so insensitive ...
#sacrifice
78 reads
5 Comments
knowledge
before there was any known language
there was a being who had dreams and visions
some of those visions terrorized him
some of his dreams were beautiful
there was a sort of singing
without words, it was full inflection feelings
space was empty and vast
swimming through echoing his location
nothing echoed back but he was sure he wasn't alone
the dark faith inscribed on his soul
were vows he made to himself there in the dark
according to the manifestation of his prophecy
he shows me things he takes me deep into the past ...
there was a being who had dreams and visions
some of those visions terrorized him
some of his dreams were beautiful
there was a sort of singing
without words, it was full inflection feelings
space was empty and vast
swimming through echoing his location
nothing echoed back but he was sure he wasn't alone
the dark faith inscribed on his soul
were vows he made to himself there in the dark
according to the manifestation of his prophecy
he shows me things he takes me deep into the past ...
#redemption
70 reads
3 Comments
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