Recent Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
Missteps
Dirty hair and a rag tag shirt with spots of blood
sitting on Cathedral steps spilling out love
smiles greet finely polished Cole-Hann's, Carter's, Valentino's
along with gentle out-stretched strokes to the well-fed
Doe eyes dance in Hanna Anderson at the base of Sunday's best
holding close the moments where every child is blessed
gifts of bread and water waived off politely
not wanting to be the needy but just another part
Hymn's ring loud in an empty soul begging
along with a lost flock fledging to be whole
filled with sounds of the needed...
sitting on Cathedral steps spilling out love
smiles greet finely polished Cole-Hann's, Carter's, Valentino's
along with gentle out-stretched strokes to the well-fed
Doe eyes dance in Hanna Anderson at the base of Sunday's best
holding close the moments where every child is blessed
gifts of bread and water waived off politely
not wanting to be the needy but just another part
Hymn's ring loud in an empty soul begging
along with a lost flock fledging to be whole
filled with sounds of the needed...
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Oracle
Procreate a tessellation cimmerian incarceration sparkling in the eye
of a rotating rogation,
trilateral trident teardropping
scaturient telekinesis intravenously
plunged into corybantic pinwheels
cerise confetti glides into the fifth rib
of Eve's honeypot,
kaleidoscopic vexation bleeds
from viridian zeppelins choking
back catatonic effrontery now
oscillate in the oyster peel back
flap oozing lucid litanies cystic
residue bombards broken barms,
bathe with satiny centurions
ride the cassonade whisper
into...
of a rotating rogation,
trilateral trident teardropping
scaturient telekinesis intravenously
plunged into corybantic pinwheels
cerise confetti glides into the fifth rib
of Eve's honeypot,
kaleidoscopic vexation bleeds
from viridian zeppelins choking
back catatonic effrontery now
oscillate in the oyster peel back
flap oozing lucid litanies cystic
residue bombards broken barms,
bathe with satiny centurions
ride the cassonade whisper
into...
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Aerospace because you showed me how to touch the clouds
so we were born
etch a sketch needle penned it perfect
a Kings mountain roller coaster
they took a submarine to find out it was truly me in the flesh
yet we are all fictious
they grew bold as the world grew black at heart
yet we played necromancers and bards in backyards
space gave us spruce tree forests to follow our hearts
guiding
leaping before we second guessed this guise of life
etch a sketch needle penned it perfect
a Kings mountain roller coaster
they took a submarine to find out it was truly me in the flesh
yet we are all fictious
they grew bold as the world grew black at heart
yet we played necromancers and bards in backyards
space gave us spruce tree forests to follow our hearts
guiding
leaping before we second guessed this guise of life
#love
#hope
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Trinity
And in the begining
there was darkness
"Let there be light!"
Was the light
the type that allows us to see?
Was it the sun?
Or was the light
the ability to love?
kindness?
respect?
Was the darkness
night?
Or was it a fuelled hatered
evil
lack of life?
Was darkness overcome by light?
As our world steps harshly
on each other in the 2018
Have we missed
the love
that was The Son?
As we live in pain
In hatred
In darkness
Have we lost the spirit
that...
there was darkness
"Let there be light!"
Was the light
the type that allows us to see?
Was it the sun?
Or was the light
the ability to love?
kindness?
respect?
Was the darkness
night?
Or was it a fuelled hatered
evil
lack of life?
Was darkness overcome by light?
As our world steps harshly
on each other in the 2018
Have we missed
the love
that was The Son?
As we live in pain
In hatred
In darkness
Have we lost the spirit
that...
#religion
#God
#Christian #NaPoWriMo2018
#Christian #NaPoWriMo2018
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the gods are coming
the gods are coming
the gods have left
sometimes they're loving
sometimes bereft
nephilim, oannes
kul-ku-can
jehovah and rama
they don't understand
that we are just children
we've never deserved
the sorrow and pain
the shattering nerves -
the beings around us
the birds and the bees
whales in the ocean
and all the great trees
microbes below us
and too within
are consciousness shared
on Earth as we spin -
the gods are children
who don't understand
we are all one
in the same land
the gods have left
sometimes they're loving
sometimes bereft
nephilim, oannes
kul-ku-can
jehovah and rama
they don't understand
that we are just children
we've never deserved
the sorrow and pain
the shattering nerves -
the beings around us
the birds and the bees
whales in the ocean
and all the great trees
microbes below us
and too within
are consciousness shared
on Earth as we spin -
the gods are children
who don't understand
we are all one
in the same land
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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 you will be...
#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 you will be...
#God
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Ancient Instincts
The passing ages raise mountain ranges
To lofty heights beyond memory,
Making greater the distance between
River and lake and honored pastures.
And every year the geese fly across the
Deep blue morning of a dying autumn.
Hunters in the bulrushes blinded by
The airless sun hearing them pass overhead
Where the seasons await the spirit flute
Of their calling, that knife a brilliant sky,
Following the ghosted pull of fate
Approaching cliffs split fine as hair
...
To lofty heights beyond memory,
Making greater the distance between
River and lake and honored pastures.
And every year the geese fly across the
Deep blue morning of a dying autumn.
Hunters in the bulrushes blinded by
The airless sun hearing them pass overhead
Where the seasons await the spirit flute
Of their calling, that knife a brilliant sky,
Following the ghosted pull of fate
Approaching cliffs split fine as hair
...
#birds
#mountains
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2018
#humankind
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Poseidon's daughter (a Black Wolf and Aemelia564 creation)
Where a maiden sought reflections
In the vastness of the coral sea
She heard a sea horse song
Tidal timbre tuned
Siren call from depths unknown
Asking her to enter the water
Stirred by sound and swirl
Rippled round her feet
Half sickle moon lay
Bare upon the shore
This song sang sapphire
Drew her feet forward
Sand and sparkle jewels
Shell echo ocean voice
Wind swept white caps
Imprints at waters edge
Frequencies paint relic skies
Four winds blow slow
Lyre lingers, listen
Night is dawning
In the vastness of the coral sea
She heard a sea horse song
Tidal timbre tuned
Siren call from depths unknown
Asking her to enter the water
Stirred by sound and swirl
Rippled round her feet
Half sickle moon lay
Bare upon the shore
This song sang sapphire
Drew her feet forward
Sand and sparkle jewels
Shell echo ocean voice
Wind swept white caps
Imprints at waters edge
Frequencies paint relic skies
Four winds blow slow
Lyre lingers, listen
Night is dawning
#earth
#water
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Free, take one
I saw a box of them
Sitting on the curb
"Adopt a god"
Quick passing
But lasting were the words
I turned to linger in a glance
At the deities, that were free at least,
Except the box they were in
So absurd
But if I don't run I might rescue one
With my word
And that was the trouble there seemingly
Because I'd have to choose
And set free a truth
And in that decision alone, they're leaving me
Sitting on the curb
"Adopt a god"
Quick passing
But lasting were the words
I turned to linger in a glance
At the deities, that were free at least,
Except the box they were in
So absurd
But if I don't run I might rescue one
With my word
And that was the trouble there seemingly
Because I'd have to choose
And set free a truth
And in that decision alone, they're leaving me
#courage
#forgiveness
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Anatomy of Loss: NapoWriMo 2018 Collection
Prelude
The Known Unknown:
a subconscious Being residing
amid our Living waters;
an under-pulse within reach
of understanding
Its indecipherable meaning
barely beyond explainable feeling
neonatal in our inked pens
gestating awareness
An unconscious Light Source ...
The Known Unknown:
a subconscious Being residing
amid our Living waters;
an under-pulse within reach
of understanding
Its indecipherable meaning
barely beyond explainable feeling
neonatal in our inked pens
gestating awareness
An unconscious Light Source ...
#universe
#NaPoWriMo2018
#humankind #WritingPoetry
#humankind #WritingPoetry
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Brother Sky
Brother sky
You let eagles fly
Why not I?
Brother Sea
You roam so free
Why not me?
Brother trees
Grow where you please
Why have I no ease?
Brother stream
You flow serene
Why is only man obscene?
You let eagles fly
Why not I?
Brother Sea
You roam so free
Why not me?
Brother trees
Grow where you please
Why have I no ease?
Brother stream
You flow serene
Why is only man obscene?
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The Labyrinth of Time
The High Priestess' reveals and nothing she'll bar
Low light is repealed as she shows me The Star...
...and I'm swimming in smog, or maybe I'm tripping
As I stumble through a room where the clock isn't ticking
This can't be any kind of reality, or so it would seem
But I've been here before, in this place in between
I pass through a door and I'm chilled to the marrow
She's sat at a table, her cold hand on a tarot
I look into her eyes of our memories passed
And sit down beside her, knowing the die has been cast
She opens the pack and shows me...
Low light is repealed as she shows me The Star...
...and I'm swimming in smog, or maybe I'm tripping
As I stumble through a room where the clock isn't ticking
This can't be any kind of reality, or so it would seem
But I've been here before, in this place in between
I pass through a door and I'm chilled to the marrow
She's sat at a table, her cold hand on a tarot
I look into her eyes of our memories passed
And sit down beside her, knowing the die has been cast
She opens the pack and shows me...
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