Spiritual Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Poems published by members most recently online.
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2023 2:30pm
2nd Nov 2023 2:30pm
Old Cuttlebones - with Maeve_Edmonson
Whispered séance unlocking the secrets
of ectoplasm and the dark's metaphors,
the wind picks up in its howling grace,
words I've never heard before.
I fight a final tear that shed,
the curiosities of the dearly departed.
My soul was crushed under my wing,
I knew it was over before it started,
in this menagerie of old cuttlebones.
But through ashes, I rose from his urn,
like a neon god dressed in sinful lace,
I rule the chambers of my own heart,
girdled by the twilight's lustful taste.
So I dip my sorrows in dry Merlot, ...
of ectoplasm and the dark's metaphors,
the wind picks up in its howling grace,
words I've never heard before.
I fight a final tear that shed,
the curiosities of the dearly departed.
My soul was crushed under my wing,
I knew it was over before it started,
in this menagerie of old cuttlebones.
But through ashes, I rose from his urn,
like a neon god dressed in sinful lace,
I rule the chambers of my own heart,
girdled by the twilight's lustful taste.
So I dip my sorrows in dry Merlot, ...
#memories
#confusion
#emptiness
118 reads
7 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2022 9:48pm
2nd Jul 2022 9:48pm
So mote it be
༒☬༒
ᴏ'ᴍᴏꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ
ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀᴅᴀɴᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀʏ
ꜱᴘɪʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ
ꜰʀᴇᴇ ʙɪɴᴅɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ...
ᴏ'ᴍᴏꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ
ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀᴅᴀɴᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀʏ
ꜱᴘɪʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ
ꜰʀᴇᴇ ʙɪɴᴅɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ...
#forest
#nature
#rhyming
#healing
#witches
675 reads
36 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 8:26pm
13th Apr 2023 8:26pm
Capuccino
I was looking for love
and I felt vulnerable
I wanted to flinch
to go back in my shell.
I was looking for love
and I felt vulnerable
I wanted to flinch
to go back in my shell.
#myself
154 reads
0 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
17th Apr 2023 9:10pm
17th Apr 2023 9:10pm
Resurrection
I did not know that when
Lord Jesus shed
by heaven’s grace
his cerements
his purpose was to be
a mirth maker,
a clown.
Yet there’s a fellow here
insisting that it’s sound
to claim the resurrection aimed
to bring mankind
some merriment.
Should I take him
at his word?
Or has he said
what’s known by anyone
who’s Bible versed
and looked up just where “mirth”
is used within the holy text
and what it means**
and whether it is ever said
to be the...
Lord Jesus shed
by heaven’s grace
his cerements
his purpose was to be
a mirth maker,
a clown.
Yet there’s a fellow here
insisting that it’s sound
to claim the resurrection aimed
to bring mankind
some merriment.
Should I take him
at his word?
Or has he said
what’s known by anyone
who’s Bible versed
and looked up just where “mirth”
is used within the holy text
and what it means**
and whether it is ever said
to be the...
#WritingPoetry
161 reads
32 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 00:23am
13th Jan 2023 00:23am
Flesh Prison
God knows that if we'd ever meet Id break their teeth
So they play these jokes with my body and mind
Blood attacking itself, pain meds not working
Axe that though it's all my meds not working properly
Nails that split like these fucked up lips
Both only happy when I bite them off
Violence in these veins literally and spiritually
Busted doll vibes with these messed up joints
God loves to see me happy in the pain
It's mild, continuous torture at best
And sadistic fuckery at it's basic worst
Yes, let's bless and curse me in one breathe ...
So they play these jokes with my body and mind
Blood attacking itself, pain meds not working
Axe that though it's all my meds not working properly
Nails that split like these fucked up lips
Both only happy when I bite them off
Violence in these veins literally and spiritually
Busted doll vibes with these messed up joints
God loves to see me happy in the pain
It's mild, continuous torture at best
And sadistic fuckery at it's basic worst
Yes, let's bless and curse me in one breathe ...
#God
#spiritual
#monsters
#luck
#curse
165 reads
4 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 11:35pm
4th Apr 2021 11:35pm
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
484 reads
7 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 8:55pm
25th Nov 2023 8:55pm
The Joy of Knowing
The Joy of Knowing. . .
that in Spirituality
there is room for everyone,
no matter the god they serve,
nor how old or young.
Because we are all Spiritual
beings at the core
of this human cocoon
just waiting to emerge.
that in Spirituality
there is room for everyone,
no matter the god they serve,
nor how old or young.
Because we are all Spiritual
beings at the core
of this human cocoon
just waiting to emerge.
#spiritual
83 reads
6 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
22nd May 2023 5:02pm
22nd May 2023 5:02pm
Demons Divvy
Demons divvy you egotistical.
Genius prison knew meager principles.
Needs of schism prove eager sin unto.
Deemed divisible, equal visual.
Reaper spirits clue keepers into use.
Ether minerals seize a simple hue.
See the physical people, distance, moon.
Evening, visceral seasons, rituals.
Greed, lust, criminal creepers, critical.
Heathen hints askew features, clinical.
Reasoned literal, evil misconstrues.
Weakened, whimsical freedom, difficult.
Dreamers, mythical, creatures, mystical.
Each one, integral Egypt,...
Genius prison knew meager principles.
Needs of schism prove eager sin unto.
Deemed divisible, equal visual.
Reaper spirits clue keepers into use.
Ether minerals seize a simple hue.
See the physical people, distance, moon.
Evening, visceral seasons, rituals.
Greed, lust, criminal creepers, critical.
Heathen hints askew features, clinical.
Reasoned literal, evil misconstrues.
Weakened, whimsical freedom, difficult.
Dreamers, mythical, creatures, mystical.
Each one, integral Egypt,...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#rhyming
#humankind
70 reads
0 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
29th Sep 2022 6:38pm
29th Sep 2022 6:38pm
Finding our way back home
sunlight plays across the wings of a dragonfly,
shatters light in a thousands rays of laughter.
Mirth bubbles up from the well of my soul
With spirits set free,
I drift on the whispered breath of fate,
seeking the beating heart of faith,
finding our power
is belief in one another
I am in the trees,
I am sunlight,
playing tag across golden meadows.
I am the dragonfly scattering the...
shatters light in a thousands rays of laughter.
Mirth bubbles up from the well of my soul
With spirits set free,
I drift on the whispered breath of fate,
seeking the beating heart of faith,
finding our power
is belief in one another
I am in the trees,
I am sunlight,
playing tag across golden meadows.
I am the dragonfly scattering the...
#faith
#rebirth
#fate #spiritual
#fate #spiritual
296 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th May 2023 1:26pm
15th May 2023 1:26pm
The Sound of the Wind
Your shadow
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
#rain
#wind
#spiritual
#travel
#pagan
117 reads
5 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 4:56pm
27th Aug 2023 4:56pm
Night Has Thousand Eyes
The night has a thousand eyes,
But the day have one.
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
but the heart have one.
Yet the light of a whole life dies,
When love is done.
But the day have one.
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
but the heart have one.
Yet the light of a whole life dies,
When love is done.
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark #nostalgia
#dark #nostalgia
106 reads
0 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 4:44pm
5th Dec 2019 4:44pm
The Power Thereof
The pulpit of the exalted
on the back of stained glass of a dragged heaven,
centrifuged from a global body's amygdala,
acts charity of the same exhaustion,
and the heaven is one of blood and muscle spraining.
In the courts of the Commonsense,
yogis and some seers are tried by the 40th years
if there are any secrets for the New Wave to know
for the mobocracy's confidential inquisition into matters that fulfill the empty breathing of civic norms.
The graveyards.
In the dark umbrella, the saints mourn,
but at separate...
on the back of stained glass of a dragged heaven,
centrifuged from a global body's amygdala,
acts charity of the same exhaustion,
and the heaven is one of blood and muscle spraining.
In the courts of the Commonsense,
yogis and some seers are tried by the 40th years
if there are any secrets for the New Wave to know
for the mobocracy's confidential inquisition into matters that fulfill the empty breathing of civic norms.
The graveyards.
In the dark umbrella, the saints mourn,
but at separate...
#religion
#Christian
#spiritual #philosophical
#spiritual #philosophical
359 reads
0 Comments
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