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.
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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 12:19pm
12th Jan 2020 12:19pm
Heavy Hearts
With Ma'at your heart gets weighed by Anubis
If ain't feather light, your ass you can then kiss
'Cause Ammit will devour it in the blink of an eye
Better to befriend Horus and learn how to fly
Our third eyes rely on seeing from an aerial view
All of the trials & tribulations that we go through
Temples serve as vessels; transporting our souls
Hieroglyphically written in stone in the days of old
If ain't feather light, your ass you can then kiss
'Cause Ammit will devour it in the blink of an eye
Better to befriend Horus and learn how to fly
Our third eyes rely on seeing from an aerial view
All of the trials & tribulations that we go through
Temples serve as vessels; transporting our souls
Hieroglyphically written in stone in the days of old
#spiritual
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Kexby
Poem Published
18th Apr 2019 3:13pm
18th Apr 2019 3:13pm
The Book-Keeper
What did you do dear Judas ? Why did you dear Judas ?
Were you not the brightest of the twelve
Could you not see the plan that would have taken you with me
To those dreamed heights ? Could you not wait ?
Why could you not dear unhappy Judas?
The books you kept so well, of the cash we held,
Were of the same importance as the rest we'd done.
The way to heaven is not paid with cash,
But we were on the earth and needed you,
My dear unhappy Judas
We shared the road and joked...
Were you not the brightest of the twelve
Could you not see the plan that would have taken you with me
To those dreamed heights ? Could you not wait ?
Why could you not dear unhappy Judas?
The books you kept so well, of the cash we held,
Were of the same importance as the rest we'd done.
The way to heaven is not paid with cash,
But we were on the earth and needed you,
My dear unhappy Judas
We shared the road and joked...
#mystery
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Josh
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
21st Apr 2019 3:17pm
Easter Sunday Notification
Some label the grave
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
cold, dark, rigid, desolate -
I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me
huge beauty, higher vitality,
a permanent brightness of transience -
it sticks like an aroma of home
and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities:
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ -
notification of reality beyond mere hope
paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests
enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
#Easter
#religion
#God
#Christian
#NaPoWriMo2019
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anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 1:51am
7th Jan 2020 1:51am
Contentment
I could float away on your smile
I don't know how to swim but
I could swim away in those eyes
Your face is a painting
You're a walking artform
I am wholly content
Within the embrace
Of your loving arms.
I don't know how to swim but
I could swim away in those eyes
Your face is a painting
You're a walking artform
I am wholly content
Within the embrace
Of your loving arms.
#love
#girlfriend
#lover
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mysteriouslady
Poem Published
19th Dec 2019 00:38am
19th Dec 2019 00:38am
Because I believe....
Mary did you know?
and when did you believe...
Was is upon the most Oh Holy Night...
Did you Go tell it on the mountain?
Did you witness your baby boy
walk on all that water?
And when you did,
did Oh come all ye faithful
or did they think you were crazy
only because you did indeed
see what was needed
and Mary, I do believe...
and when did you believe...
Was is upon the most Oh Holy Night...
Did you Go tell it on the mountain?
Did you witness your baby boy
walk on all that water?
And when you did,
did Oh come all ye faithful
or did they think you were crazy
only because you did indeed
see what was needed
and Mary, I do believe...
#spiritual
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
27th Apr 2018 4:26pm
27th Apr 2018 4:26pm
Elemental
Deep seated earth roots all space-time
As clear crystal sheets flow, cascade
carrying away reflections untrue
Below molten flames bellow
sulphured depths swirl volcanic
with fire consuming-transformation
While upon the surface
cooling breeze lifts
filling nostrils, lungs, cavities
connecting self to self to others
All of this a ritual eternal
unfurling body
calming...
As clear crystal sheets flow, cascade
carrying away reflections untrue
Below molten flames bellow
sulphured depths swirl volcanic
with fire consuming-transformation
While upon the surface
cooling breeze lifts
filling nostrils, lungs, cavities
connecting self to self to others
All of this a ritual eternal
unfurling body
calming...
#spiritual
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souladareatease
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 11:25am
14th Feb 2020 11:25am
Skirting The Waters Of Styx
I have no coin to eyes at the moment
as I wander the edge of these waters
Reflecting lifetimes flash amidst the waves
painting many happy times
there are no regrets
Only experience and all the definition it entails
Were it only once that death had its questions
the ramble here would never exist.
The walk of steady rhythm
more days of questions asked
...or the offbeat path
Gradual descent
into open arrival
I casually observe then immerse
myself with what detail
the winds...
as I wander the edge of these waters
Reflecting lifetimes flash amidst the waves
painting many happy times
there are no regrets
Only experience and all the definition it entails
Were it only once that death had its questions
the ramble here would never exist.
The walk of steady rhythm
more days of questions asked
...or the offbeat path
Gradual descent
into open arrival
I casually observe then immerse
myself with what detail
the winds...
#LifeCycle
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Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 10:44am
29th Dec 2018 10:44am
I Searched for God
I had to drown myself with myself
in order to find my God.
I had to step out of my own shell
And let myself sink in my own thoughts
in order to find my God.
I had to look within
in order to manifest all the things
that are outside of myself
And all this I had to do
in order to find my God.
I had to go all around the world
Looking at people
Looking at their souls
And Looking deep within their being
I had to empathise with with their hurts and knowing their blessings
I had to empathise wih their dreams ...
in order to find my God.
I had to step out of my own shell
And let myself sink in my own thoughts
in order to find my God.
I had to look within
in order to manifest all the things
that are outside of myself
And all this I had to do
in order to find my God.
I had to go all around the world
Looking at people
Looking at their souls
And Looking deep within their being
I had to empathise with with their hurts and knowing their blessings
I had to empathise wih their dreams ...
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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gardenlover
Poem Published
5th Feb 2020 8:46pm
5th Feb 2020 8:46pm
When I'm Gone
I don't believe there is a god
Claims that he exists are all flawed;
Equally there is no afterlife;
It's just a bribe to reduce strife.
Consequently when I am dead
At my funeral tears are shed
If God gets any mention
It is my firm intension
To return; and will haunt;
It is His believers I will taunt
Claims that he exists are all flawed;
Equally there is no afterlife;
It's just a bribe to reduce strife.
Consequently when I am dead
At my funeral tears are shed
If God gets any mention
It is my firm intension
To return; and will haunt;
It is His believers I will taunt
#atheism
#ghosts
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Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 6:01am
18th Oct 2019 6:01am
She who completes the moon
Moving (to) the rhythm
she gives and she takes.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Focusing upward
she births the moon.
Infinite times, full bright
Moving inward, now a sliver.
Blackness.
Fullness.
Light.
She enterres herself as easily as she begets.
Refractory period spent in reverence to her own divinity.
She stills.
Plays in worship of her utter darkness.
Satiated, she comes in rays of glorious light.
R.
she gives and she takes.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Focusing upward
she births the moon.
Infinite times, full bright
Moving inward, now a sliver.
Blackness.
Fullness.
Light.
She enterres herself as easily as she begets.
Refractory period spent in reverence to her own divinity.
She stills.
Plays in worship of her utter darkness.
Satiated, she comes in rays of glorious light.
R.
#death
#moon
#rebirth #spiritual
#rebirth #spiritual
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
6th Feb 2020 12:18pm
6th Feb 2020 12:18pm
Let's get Biblical
I would say
the differences between
Religions and Cults
are the people
interpreting
what is deemed to be
holy scripture
but
something
and for the most part
unformed, interrupts
my train of thought-
a voice no one else can sense
in this brain of mine; divine?-
nonetheless, grumbling to itself,
Christ, I have the lousiest editors
the differences between
Religions and Cults
are the people
interpreting
what is deemed to be
holy scripture
but
something
and for the most part
unformed, interrupts
my train of thought-
a voice no one else can sense
in this brain of mine; divine?-
nonetheless, grumbling to itself,
Christ, I have the lousiest editors
#religion
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drone
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 5:22am
13th Feb 2020 5:22am
Text From Your Heart
Do you try
not to read
within your mind
the text
that keeps being sent
in your
quiet time
is it you that trys
to hold back the wave
that threatens
to drown you
in a sea of shame
as your tears slowly
silently
follows the curve
of your nose
as they
slowly drip
to the drum beat
of a funeral march
passing by
your quivering lips
towards your chin
that has become
their abyss
not knowing
if their sacrifice
has shown you
all these lies
you live by
...
not to read
within your mind
the text
that keeps being sent
in your
quiet time
is it you that trys
to hold back the wave
that threatens
to drown you
in a sea of shame
as your tears slowly
silently
follows the curve
of your nose
as they
slowly drip
to the drum beat
of a funeral march
passing by
your quivering lips
towards your chin
that has become
their abyss
not knowing
if their sacrifice
has shown you
all these lies
you live by
...
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
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