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.
Northern1
Poem Published
4th May 2020 11:59pm
4th May 2020 11:59pm
!!!
I am so angry angry angry
I am so sad sad sad
I am so in love love love
I am so mad mad mad
I want to be be be
I want to know know know
I want to rise rise rise
I want to grow grow grow
I want to hear hear hear
I want to tell tell tell
I want to see see see
I want to yell yell yell
I want to sing sing sing
I want to live live live
I want to learn learn learn
I want to give give give
I am so sad sad sad
I am so in love love love
I am so mad mad mad
I want to be be be
I want to know know know
I want to rise rise rise
I want to grow grow grow
I want to hear hear hear
I want to tell tell tell
I want to see see see
I want to yell yell yell
I want to sing sing sing
I want to live live live
I want to learn learn learn
I want to give give give
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#acceptance #determination
#acceptance #determination
261 reads
8 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
11th Jun 2022 1:10pm
11th Jun 2022 1:10pm
Offerings fur ded non exist frenz
Vibrant
Empassioned
Objects
Inspiration
Knowledge
Wisdom
Eye present this skull
Cupped ego
Awaiting destruction
Empassioned
Objects
Inspiration
Knowledge
Wisdom
Eye present this skull
Cupped ego
Awaiting destruction
#spiritual
#philosophical
#wisdom
31 reads
0 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 6:20pm
29th Nov 2021 6:20pm
Finding a Way back Home
sunlight plays across the wings of a dragonfly,
shattering light in a thousands rays of laughter
My spirit drifting on the breath of fate,
seeking the beating heart of faith
I am the tree, the sunlight, and the meadow,
I am the dragonfly shattering the sunlight into joy,
I am the journey that we left behind ...
shattering light in a thousands rays of laughter
My spirit drifting on the breath of fate,
seeking the beating heart of faith
I am the tree, the sunlight, and the meadow,
I am the dragonfly shattering the sunlight into joy,
I am the journey that we left behind ...
#faith
#rebirth
#fate
#redemption
#philosophical
209 reads
2 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
121 reads
27 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 6:59am
14th Oct 2021 6:59am
Conjure
theres a way startling sickness
comes upon the body
as bent back books
unexpected broken binding
or eyes too dry
in winded channels
looking over sea
and in the case it sits
beside you when you're blunt
I advise you make a band
around those bones to stop it
bind pale chests as if protected
ban a viral hunt from our stretched
four o clock shadows
wash skeletons clean
so one may be superhuman
superior to while-world weighted well-being
purge our pathetic summons to bed
give simple muscles agenda to flee ...
comes upon the body
as bent back books
unexpected broken binding
or eyes too dry
in winded channels
looking over sea
and in the case it sits
beside you when you're blunt
I advise you make a band
around those bones to stop it
bind pale chests as if protected
ban a viral hunt from our stretched
four o clock shadows
wash skeletons clean
so one may be superhuman
superior to while-world weighted well-being
purge our pathetic summons to bed
give simple muscles agenda to flee ...
#power
#illness
216 reads
0 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Feb 2022 11:41am
13th Feb 2022 11:41am
The Dance of Creation
The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” - J.R.R.Tolkien
Burning with hatred's incentive,
his thoughts quite twisted with sins,
corrupted his allies, inventive
the only loyal one truly within.
A massacre of the unworthy,
where goodness guilty becomes;
yet unpretentious his curtsy
before the world's doomed homes.
His mantle covers all currents,
the might is still...
Burning with hatred's incentive,
his thoughts quite twisted with sins,
corrupted his allies, inventive
the only loyal one truly within.
A massacre of the unworthy,
where goodness guilty becomes;
yet unpretentious his curtsy
before the world's doomed homes.
His mantle covers all currents,
the might is still...
#corruption
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#JRRTolkien
252 reads
6 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 00:40am
15th Nov 2020 00:40am
A world on the verge
We used to fall
Down on our knees
Pray to God
Forsake us not our King
Now we cry out
With cursed fist raised
God is dead!
We're no more his slaves
A world on the verge
The cusp of collapse
Breathing our last
Dying gasp
God did not forsake us
We have forsaken him
Turned our backs
And let our soul light dim
We became our own masters
Now we'll reap what we've sown
I guess we thought
We'd be better on our own
Down on our knees
Pray to God
Forsake us not our King
Now we cry out
With cursed fist raised
God is dead!
We're no more his slaves
A world on the verge
The cusp of collapse
Breathing our last
Dying gasp
God did not forsake us
We have forsaken him
Turned our backs
And let our soul light dim
We became our own masters
Now we'll reap what we've sown
I guess we thought
We'd be better on our own
#sadness
#grief
#God
#emptiness
#morality
222 reads
3 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
18th Feb 2015 3:00am
18th Feb 2015 3:00am
Freedom
She begins
in hope
and her lines
and pauses
attribute
their sense
to the sheer
steepness
of her dreams.
A small walk
and the search
for the expanse
is at her fingertips,
for she is an ocean,
and her wisdom
is the sea.
Above her
there is nothing.
For she stands
atop
the clouds
and her eyes
can see it all
from there,
miles
and galaxies,
one whisper
after another,
word and promise,
and her burdens
drop as she steps
from bondage
to freedom
and the...
in hope
and her lines
and pauses
attribute
their sense
to the sheer
steepness
of her dreams.
A small walk
and the search
for the expanse
is at her fingertips,
for she is an ocean,
and her wisdom
is the sea.
Above her
there is nothing.
For she stands
atop
the clouds
and her eyes
can see it all
from there,
miles
and galaxies,
one whisper
after another,
word and promise,
and her burdens
drop as she steps
from bondage
to freedom
and the...
733 reads
4 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 5:09pm
25th Jan 2020 5:09pm
DEAR AMAZING LORD
DEAR AMAZING LORD,
PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO READ MY WORDS:
I know I have been weak...
and don't have a face to show for
But hear me now as I abundantly speak
I'm sorry if I have offended you and nothing or words could change my mistakes, as in life i opened each door....
but in high of your powerful floor...
My voice in writing i implore
To compassion this letter of my testimony and more..
I write to you to thank you for my daughter and family
My health and precious life
The humble roof you...
PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO READ MY WORDS:
I know I have been weak...
and don't have a face to show for
But hear me now as I abundantly speak
I'm sorry if I have offended you and nothing or words could change my mistakes, as in life i opened each door....
but in high of your powerful floor...
My voice in writing i implore
To compassion this letter of my testimony and more..
I write to you to thank you for my daughter and family
My health and precious life
The humble roof you...
#love
#forgiveness
#God
#Christian
#confessional
369 reads
8 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
6th May 2022 10:57pm
6th May 2022 10:57pm
SIDING WITH ONE'S HEART
SIDING WITH ONE'S HEART
He came a lamb among the wolves.
His palms contained a lot of love
for those who sinned or told the truth
and had no power selves to save.
When you approve love over might,
You are not free to trace your heart
as strength will make you pay the price
which can at times be your harsh fate.
At that past time, when Jesus came,
some people could impose their thoughts.
They stripped God of His own concern
and locked Him in the creeds they built.
Christ showed that God was...
He came a lamb among the wolves.
His palms contained a lot of love
for those who sinned or told the truth
and had no power selves to save.
When you approve love over might,
You are not free to trace your heart
as strength will make you pay the price
which can at times be your harsh fate.
At that past time, when Jesus came,
some people could impose their thoughts.
They stripped God of His own concern
and locked Him in the creeds they built.
Christ showed that God was...
#freedom
68 reads
5 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
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
462 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
28th Jan 2021 5:14am
28th Jan 2021 5:14am
old comforts
The cards feel familiar in my hands
though it's been years since I've done this
my belief in magic traded for cynicism
and spiritual fractures
I thought I saw them for what they were
pretty pictures painted on cards
telling me things I wanted to hear
...
I wanted to believe in soul mates
an all conquering connection
that could survive the sharp edges
of this world
But life is not a story plucked
from the romantic pages of a book
with happy endings or resolutions
our hearts can...
though it's been years since I've done this
my belief in magic traded for cynicism
and spiritual fractures
I thought I saw them for what they were
pretty pictures painted on cards
telling me things I wanted to hear
...
I wanted to believe in soul mates
an all conquering connection
that could survive the sharp edges
of this world
But life is not a story plucked
from the romantic pages of a book
with happy endings or resolutions
our hearts can...
#love
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
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0 Comments
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