Recent Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
adamtherapy69
adam templar
adam templar
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:21pm
Yesterday 5:21pm
let the glory come in
LET THE GLORY COME IN
Too long
have I allowed
rubbish
to rule
my life
All this confusion
these feelings
so many events
have let me
rejected
and lost
The world teaches
do what you want
do what you like
do what feels right
There are no rights
and wrongs
we are just on a journey
taking the lies
from the shelf
Drinking from death
and yet expecting life
When frustrated
we all need comfort
but the comfort you take
may become your ruler ...
Too long
have I allowed
rubbish
to rule
my life
All this confusion
these feelings
so many events
have let me
rejected
and lost
The world teaches
do what you want
do what you like
do what feels right
There are no rights
and wrongs
we are just on a journey
taking the lies
from the shelf
Drinking from death
and yet expecting life
When frustrated
we all need comfort
but the comfort you take
may become your ruler ...
#sadness
#regret
#hope
#religion
#disappointment
13 reads
3 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
29th Jul 2018 5:08pm
29th Jul 2018 5:08pm
GUARDIAN ANGELS
Guardian angels
Are everywhere- see them and
Know you're in the flow
Are everywhere- see them and
Know you're in the flow
#angels
51 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
1st Oct 2018 6:23pm
1st Oct 2018 6:23pm
A Sign
I'm on my knees praying for the last time
I only pray that I can do it with a clear heart and mind
To beg forgiveness for all that I've ever done
I'm faced with a time I thought would never come
On my way to my Father's house for the first time
And I hope that I won't be seeing my lord for the last time
But how can I beg to enter his house
When the words of my deeds start to come out
Begging forgiveness for the times I didn't ask
Even though I was taught better, I performed Satan's task
For the times that you knew that I wore a...
I only pray that I can do it with a clear heart and mind
To beg forgiveness for all that I've ever done
I'm faced with a time I thought would never come
On my way to my Father's house for the first time
And I hope that I won't be seeing my lord for the last time
But how can I beg to enter his house
When the words of my deeds start to come out
Begging forgiveness for the times I didn't ask
Even though I was taught better, I performed Satan's task
For the times that you knew that I wore a...
#forgiveness
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
57 reads
8 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
24th Apr 2018 7:22am
24th Apr 2018 7:22am
THE FINAL COURSE
April 23rd
#23
THE FINAL COURSE
Welcome to the breakfast of the newly sent innocent
You will be served by the waiter with endless curiosity
which will gradually transform into sweet and sour scorn
with a serving of friendless animosity
We cater to the first to figure out, and the last
Our waiters and the cast wait to break you fast
A palpable plate placed out for the beginners
with sweet and sour sauce set out to season sinners
You will receive unending dishes of unfulfilled wishes
Then with one final breath...
#23
THE FINAL COURSE
Welcome to the breakfast of the newly sent innocent
You will be served by the waiter with endless curiosity
which will gradually transform into sweet and sour scorn
with a serving of friendless animosity
We cater to the first to figure out, and the last
Our waiters and the cast wait to break you fast
A palpable plate placed out for the beginners
with sweet and sour sauce set out to season sinners
You will receive unending dishes of unfulfilled wishes
Then with one final breath...
#God
100 reads
1 Comment
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
16th Sep 2015 11:05pm
16th Sep 2015 11:05pm
Waterproof
I was baptized.
It didn't work.
Whatever they poured
over my innocent head,
I must have slept through.
That water moved right over me -
it met my skin,
came off in beads;
it met my skin
at infancy
and infancy declined.
The water didn't stain my sleep.
It must have been a pleasant dream -
so nice, the dress they put on me;
it must have missed my mind.
A quiet breath in water wades;
the substance in my skin will race
and rub the walls of every vein -
addict me to the truth -
for even as a little...
It didn't work.
Whatever they poured
over my innocent head,
I must have slept through.
That water moved right over me -
it met my skin,
came off in beads;
it met my skin
at infancy
and infancy declined.
The water didn't stain my sleep.
It must have been a pleasant dream -
so nice, the dress they put on me;
it must have missed my mind.
A quiet breath in water wades;
the substance in my skin will race
and rub the walls of every vein -
addict me to the truth -
for even as a little...
389 reads
9 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
19th Mar 2018 4:14pm
19th Mar 2018 4:14pm
My Resignation Letter to Heaven (Faxing this shit before judgment day)
#hell
180 reads
10 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
27th Jul 2018 3:33pm
27th Jul 2018 3:33pm
three perfections (Published)
buddha
one all seeing,
namu amida butsu,
crane on utmost branch
only the tree
sees the crane
standing
dharma
emptied to be filled,
namu amida butsu
sun in morning fog
morning fog
hiding day's new sun ...
one all seeing,
namu amida butsu,
crane on utmost branch
only the tree
sees the crane
standing
dharma
emptied to be filled,
namu amida butsu
sun in morning fog
morning fog
hiding day's new sun ...
#spiritual
#haiku
#senryu
60 reads
3 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
11th Feb 2018 1:22pm
11th Feb 2018 1:22pm
soft landing
night sleeps like a lover
in arms, legs and soft eyes
hands are silent
for the mornings leaving
breath at the edge of a lament
sunbursts swelling on the window sill
February calling her name
today feels like a warm pulse
breaking through the cracks
humming with a sweet-scented impression
and yesterday was
the drunk that led you astray
the rage that broke your heart
remembering the girl
who gave you a butterfly balloon
when you sidestepped her sadness
...
in arms, legs and soft eyes
hands are silent
for the mornings leaving
breath at the edge of a lament
sunbursts swelling on the window sill
February calling her name
today feels like a warm pulse
breaking through the cracks
humming with a sweet-scented impression
and yesterday was
the drunk that led you astray
the rage that broke your heart
remembering the girl
who gave you a butterfly balloon
when you sidestepped her sadness
...
241 reads
9 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
20th May 2018 7:31pm
20th May 2018 7:31pm
Buoyancy
.. ... ... ...
Visions...
Exterior
Imaginal
Intellectual
Effervescence
Communication
Presence
Rare coherence...
between freedom and perfection
Sublime ... Buoyancy ...
In other words, ... God exists
... ... ... ...
Visions...
Exterior
Imaginal
Intellectual
Effervescence
Communication
Presence
Rare coherence...
between freedom and perfection
Sublime ... Buoyancy ...
In other words, ... God exists
... ... ... ...
#hope
#motivational
#inspirational
74 reads
6 Comments
Lookawaynow
Rose
Rose
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2017 6:48am
23rd Dec 2017 6:48am
Harmonious Harmonies (Re Edit)
We don't require it's physical
touch to understand what
love's all about
We feel that love within
already;
The love of knowing we
are here & there
Inside for keeps is special
enough
No amount of physical
touching could make the
caring caressing feel more
alive
We are unique in our
expressive ways;
Uniqueness Is for all who
seek creativity
but many don't see clearly
choose not to go that extra
mile;
I wish everyone could have
what we have.
...
107 reads
0 Comments
clewluss
SMOOKY
SMOOKY
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2015 1:19am
3rd Jun 2015 1:19am
Go Forth and Munch
Leaky Food
That is my gripe
and we all suffer frum it.
My horse, does not afflicted by this.
He eats grass.
I should do likewise.
A pound of salad, or 16 ounces, has 100 calories.
At least the leafy type. A hundred calories, why that is a fair punch of energy.
Do that twenty times a day, and you have eaten what an active grown male needs.
Salad will release its power slowly. I should spell that slowwwwwllllyyyy.
Grass is a much tougher course in a 20 course meal. Cows, Horses, and yes, the dreaded...
That is my gripe
and we all suffer frum it.
My horse, does not afflicted by this.
He eats grass.
I should do likewise.
A pound of salad, or 16 ounces, has 100 calories.
At least the leafy type. A hundred calories, why that is a fair punch of energy.
Do that twenty times a day, and you have eaten what an active grown male needs.
Salad will release its power slowly. I should spell that slowwwwwllllyyyy.
Grass is a much tougher course in a 20 course meal. Cows, Horses, and yes, the dreaded...
415 reads
2 Comments
Orenda
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 2:05pm
17th Sep 2018 2:05pm
Old soul
Her thoughts so tender
are reflections of a soul
one that is thousands and thousands of years old
experiencing a multitude of incarnations
Ever learning ,ever growing through many trials and tribulations
Evolving ,metamorphosing
into this spiritual being
she is love ,she is light
radiating the divine cosmic sheen..
are reflections of a soul
one that is thousands and thousands of years old
experiencing a multitude of incarnations
Ever learning ,ever growing through many trials and tribulations
Evolving ,metamorphosing
into this spiritual being
she is love ,she is light
radiating the divine cosmic sheen..
#rebirth
#spiritual
60 reads
23 Comments
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