Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
28th Jul 2014 11:39am
28th Jul 2014 11:39am
Fastball - My Spiritual Awakening through Baseball
I can hit the fastball
But I really want to hit the slider
Same thing in writing verse
The erotic comes easy
but my own core emotions
always leave me wanting more
fom myself
So, no erotic poems this morning
Going back to the basics
My need to write
I hope you will let me in
Even though I have been hard on you
I'm not a bad guy
And I don't spit too much
When I'm at the plate
But I really want to hit the slider
Same thing in writing verse
The erotic comes easy
but my own core emotions
always leave me wanting more
fom myself
So, no erotic poems this morning
Going back to the basics
My need to write
I hope you will let me in
Even though I have been hard on you
I'm not a bad guy
And I don't spit too much
When I'm at the plate
1021 reads
6 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 11:05pm
17th Mar 2025 11:05pm
It's Quiet Now (Redux)
It’s quiet now
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
- the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature's changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
- the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature's changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
#mystery
#nature
#spiritual
164 reads
8 Comments
Layla
Poem Published
13th Jun 2018 3:27am
13th Jun 2018 3:27am
Three Trees
She climbed the steep hill with midday sun on her back.
The balmy breeze barely touching beads of sweat rolling over her weathered skin. Steps once lighter, swifter became methodically slower over ridged trails curved, carving Reimann Hypothesis on her vertical axis with graphite coal smudging thoughts into shadows which never touched.
She passed a Redgum Tree and paused to wipe the perspiration from the temple with her right hand remembering how the left hand slid in her father’s pocket, the trousers hung behind the bedroom door, taking two coins in the dim light of...
The balmy breeze barely touching beads of sweat rolling over her weathered skin. Steps once lighter, swifter became methodically slower over ridged trails curved, carving Reimann Hypothesis on her vertical axis with graphite coal smudging thoughts into shadows which never touched.
She passed a Redgum Tree and paused to wipe the perspiration from the temple with her right hand remembering how the left hand slid in her father’s pocket, the trousers hung behind the bedroom door, taking two coins in the dim light of...
#hope
#courage
#inspirational #SelfDiscovery
#inspirational #SelfDiscovery
422 reads
12 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 6:44pm
12th Apr 2025 6:44pm
Beneath trees.
Reaching out from the strands of,
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The...
Imperceptible actions,
The rattle and rush,
The continual drones brush.
The ebb and fall,
The hushed pace,
Of the winds heartbeat,
Merge.
Essential and inseparable,
As one mass,
Cohesive, movement.
Not for, due or because,
But witnessed upon,
This space,
I do happen to inhabit.
A transient presence,
Corporeal laid,
Back to the back of stone.
The bedrock,
Of this river's home.
In a choice up to me,
To let the wash absorb the haste,
The angst,
The...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical
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0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Today 8:55pm
Today 8:55pm
~fanaa :: fan
an.. in an un-perturbing
pureform.. a still pond
potential... a formless
form.. exists as non-existence
...or is it beyond existence..
an essence...
waiting to be found
to be in a syncing music of higher vibrations
a poetry in motion.. of unitary revolutions..
in spelling accompaniment
with your humming hymns..
the wordless words... in
repetitive recitations...
whence the inner flame of soul
over the pulsing spellbound tongue
dances.. as a delicate fluidic
an illuminative ethereal beauty.....
pureform.. a still pond
potential... a formless
form.. exists as non-existence
...or is it beyond existence..
an essence...
waiting to be found
to be in a syncing music of higher vibrations
a poetry in motion.. of unitary revolutions..
in spelling accompaniment
with your humming hymns..
the wordless words... in
repetitive recitations...
whence the inner flame of soul
over the pulsing spellbound tongue
dances.. as a delicate fluidic
an illuminative ethereal beauty.....
#death
#freedom
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
170 reads
2 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 6:23pm
18th Dec 2024 6:23pm
Irish Eamond
An old Irish man once told me......
A sweet spot is a place.
Where fairies pass over unseen.
Magic passes over too.
He looked like a sweet old fella. But!
Standing behind you, he'd cast spells.
Full of Jiggery pokery & clownish too.
A fan of Crowley & other bunkum.
Even now I miss the old fella,
Wish I'd been more relaxed, back then.
Listened to his tales of leprechauns.
Fairies pixies & puffs n stuff.
If someone asked him, so what do you do?
I'm a...
A sweet spot is a place.
Where fairies pass over unseen.
Magic passes over too.
He looked like a sweet old fella. But!
Standing behind you, he'd cast spells.
Full of Jiggery pokery & clownish too.
A fan of Crowley & other bunkum.
Even now I miss the old fella,
Wish I'd been more relaxed, back then.
Listened to his tales of leprechauns.
Fairies pixies & puffs n stuff.
If someone asked him, so what do you do?
I'm a...
#emotional
#fairies
#grief
#sea
#water
100 reads
0 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 12:51pm
7th Apr 2025 12:51pm
Vargary
07/30
Vargary
I don’t believe Stars sleep or even want to sleep
due to SUDDENLY being thrusted into this new
wonderment of light!
Yes, scientifically, sooner or later, much like our
earth’s sun, all stars get to forever rest.
Hooooooooooooowever,
Spiritually speaking, if new Angels can be born
why not a new star from an ended life on earth?
I wouldn’t want to be wasting my time
(there is NO TIME in the afterlife)
ceding into slumber. I’d become the adventurer
of my neo ethereal existence!
Might ever...
Vargary
I don’t believe Stars sleep or even want to sleep
due to SUDDENLY being thrusted into this new
wonderment of light!
Yes, scientifically, sooner or later, much like our
earth’s sun, all stars get to forever rest.
Hooooooooooooowever,
Spiritually speaking, if new Angels can be born
why not a new star from an ended life on earth?
I wouldn’t want to be wasting my time
(there is NO TIME in the afterlife)
ceding into slumber. I’d become the adventurer
of my neo ethereal existence!
Might ever...
#faith
#love
#spiritual #universe
#spiritual #universe
80 reads
4 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 3:37am
7th Jun 2024 3:37am
One More Hug
I saw my dad today
He came in the form of a dream
Somewhere in a snowy landscape
Wrapped in his mailman winter jacket
I looked around at my surroundings
Snow falling heavy from the sky
I see buildings and cars on a street block
He was about to enter the building next to me
When we locked eyes
I ran around the cars piled with inches of snow
Right into his open arms
I look up and see his smiling face and feel the weight of his arms around me
We exchange no words but I can tell he's happy to see me
I...
He came in the form of a dream
Somewhere in a snowy landscape
Wrapped in his mailman winter jacket
I looked around at my surroundings
Snow falling heavy from the sky
I see buildings and cars on a street block
He was about to enter the building next to me
When we locked eyes
I ran around the cars piled with inches of snow
Right into his open arms
I look up and see his smiling face and feel the weight of his arms around me
We exchange no words but I can tell he's happy to see me
I...
#death
#dreams
#father
#love
#spiritual
227 reads
2 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 7:58pm
17th Mar 2025 7:58pm
Goddess to Serve
Baby, I’m a sex goddess
Come as many times a day you want
As many days a week, I’m yours
to pleasure and to please with ease
cries, moans & sighs,
with you between my thighs
your climax in my eyes,
I hold your gifts
in my hands & mouth & lips
teeth, breasts & nips,
Clit, groin & hips,
thrust & grind me, Baby
find me, Baby,
engorged by your shaft
I’m goddess of my craft but…
A GODDESS mind you; I
serve one true worshipper alone
respect & value will be shown
with wings to fly,...
Come as many times a day you want
As many days a week, I’m yours
to pleasure and to please with ease
cries, moans & sighs,
with you between my thighs
your climax in my eyes,
I hold your gifts
in my hands & mouth & lips
teeth, breasts & nips,
Clit, groin & hips,
thrust & grind me, Baby
find me, Baby,
engorged by your shaft
I’m goddess of my craft but…
A GODDESS mind you; I
serve one true worshipper alone
respect & value will be shown
with wings to fly,...
#lust
#mythology
126 reads
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 10:35pm
4th Apr 2021 10:35pm
In the silence of the grave
In the silence of the grave
The Resurrection of Our Lord
Jesus won the victory!
He conquered sin, hell and the grave
He conquered all for you and me!
Oh what wonderous love un-matchless
That our Savior humbly died
There upon the cruel Golgotha
He was willingly crucified
For three days, His body lay
In the silence of the grave
But on the Third day He arose
Triumphant over every foe!
Oh victorious deed un-matchless
When our Savior did arise
He is the Life and Resurrection
Our High Priest...
The Resurrection of Our Lord
Jesus won the victory!
He conquered sin, hell and the grave
He conquered all for you and me!
Oh what wonderous love un-matchless
That our Savior humbly died
There upon the cruel Golgotha
He was willingly crucified
For three days, His body lay
In the silence of the grave
But on the Third day He arose
Triumphant over every foe!
Oh victorious deed un-matchless
When our Savior did arise
He is the Life and Resurrection
Our High Priest...
#LifeChangingMoment
621 reads
7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 9:31pm
14th Mar 2025 9:31pm
Mabon (and tinned apples)
The website told me to
"Get out in the garden"
but it might have to be
someone else's garden
because I don't have one
(unless you count weeds)
but I'm pretty sure harvesting
the last of someone else's
summer crops is illegal
so I won't be doing that
this year
Though if Mabon comes around
and I happen to be in an apocalypse
the Gods and I might need to have words
because I'm not prepared
and I'm sure crop theft
is absolutely acceptable
under those circumstances
just not...
"Get out in the garden"
but it might have to be
someone else's garden
because I don't have one
(unless you count weeds)
but I'm pretty sure harvesting
the last of someone else's
summer crops is illegal
so I won't be doing that
this year
Though if Mabon comes around
and I happen to be in an apocalypse
the Gods and I might need to have words
because I'm not prepared
and I'm sure crop theft
is absolutely acceptable
under those circumstances
just not...
#LifeCycle
#satirical
#spiritual
145 reads
6 Comments
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