Spiritual Poems by Top Critiquers
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
27th Nov 2020 6:44pm
27th Nov 2020 6:44pm
i've got you.
listen and read together (please)
CLANN - I hold you
https://youtu.be/uNGmyQ8UbZ8
O'
my purest heart
it's you.
(always)
of unlimited promise'd
of thine own breath
eternal whisper of my love
exponentially
you are known
to me, mine
h e r e
I a m
a l w a y s
H E R E
I'VE GOT YOU
behind my eyes
ethereal
zephyr'd...
CLANN - I hold you
https://youtu.be/uNGmyQ8UbZ8
O'
my purest heart
it's you.
(always)
of unlimited promise'd
of thine own breath
eternal whisper of my love
exponentially
you are known
to me, mine
h e r e
I a m
a l w a y s
H E R E
I'VE GOT YOU
behind my eyes
ethereal
zephyr'd...
#love
#universe
#spiritual
#mystery
#magic
188 reads
23 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2020 12:46pm
3rd Nov 2020 12:46pm
IMPOTENCY OF LIES
TRUTH
I've never forgotten
the lessons I learned from
the Dharma taught by
Tibetan Buddist priests
in my quest for enlightenment
and reality.
I've recently been resurrecting
and meditating on a principle
related to Yin-Yang, the power
and role of opposites:
There is light and darkness,
Day and night,
Good and evil.
Truth and lies.
Etched in my cranium
are the words from a
teacher:
"A lie has never liberated
anyone, it may make it seem
to be so for a moment, but
in the end, will be...
I've never forgotten
the lessons I learned from
the Dharma taught by
Tibetan Buddist priests
in my quest for enlightenment
and reality.
I've recently been resurrecting
and meditating on a principle
related to Yin-Yang, the power
and role of opposites:
There is light and darkness,
Day and night,
Good and evil.
Truth and lies.
Etched in my cranium
are the words from a
teacher:
"A lie has never liberated
anyone, it may make it seem
to be so for a moment, but
in the end, will be...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#philosophical
#sacrifice
#tradition
122 reads
7 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
28th Jul 2014 12:39pm
28th Jul 2014 12:39pm
Fastball - My Spiritual Awakening through Baseball
I can hit the fastball
But I really want to hit the slider
Same thing in writing verse
The erotic comes easy
but my own core emotions
always leave me wanting more
fom myself
So, no erotic poems this morning
Going back to the basics
My need to write
I hope you will let me in
Even though I have been hard on you
I'm not a bad guy
And I don't spit too much
When I'm at the plate
But I really want to hit the slider
Same thing in writing verse
The erotic comes easy
but my own core emotions
always leave me wanting more
fom myself
So, no erotic poems this morning
Going back to the basics
My need to write
I hope you will let me in
Even though I have been hard on you
I'm not a bad guy
And I don't spit too much
When I'm at the plate
483 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 1:34am
15th Sep 2020 1:34am
Premonition
She said she had a dream -
She was the queen of the parade
With a full view of everyone…
Her funeral procession
Was attended by everyone
Her final resting place - on top of a hill
Overlooks the town
She was the queen of the parade
With a full view of everyone…
Her funeral procession
Was attended by everyone
Her final resting place - on top of a hill
Overlooks the town
#sadness
#death
#illness #MentalHealth
#illness #MentalHealth
144 reads
7 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 2:04am
2nd Mar 2021 2:04am
I doubt
I doubt very much
About the existence
Of a God
Of a loving God. i just look around.
All the pain, the poverty, the misery.
The sickness. the disparity of wealth.
The injustices. How could a loving God
Allow such cruelty. Ya, free will and all.
Nice. But then if, as we're told,
He created Man in His own image....
Then it is not a nice one.
About the existence
Of a God
Of a loving God. i just look around.
All the pain, the poverty, the misery.
The sickness. the disparity of wealth.
The injustices. How could a loving God
Allow such cruelty. Ya, free will and all.
Nice. But then if, as we're told,
He created Man in His own image....
Then it is not a nice one.
#religion
#Christian
34 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 4:07am
17th Feb 2021 4:07am
Thy Will Shall Be Done
#spiritual
64 reads
13 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
6th Mar 2021 9:23pm
6th Mar 2021 9:23pm
Hema, the red fluid
Holy cauldron
I enter crimson
through violet
unholy towel
blood is inferior
contamination
cattle may die
a tribal man can have two women
he will return the 5th day
Transparency is a secret
anoint the lodenstone
nameless moon
has spoken Lilith tongued
bloodletting of the soul
Extracts of emancipation
a woman is her body
peach blossomed jasper
a trail so virtuous
primary self
ancient womanhood ...
I enter crimson
through violet
unholy towel
blood is inferior
contamination
cattle may die
a tribal man can have two women
he will return the 5th day
Transparency is a secret
anoint the lodenstone
nameless moon
has spoken Lilith tongued
bloodletting of the soul
Extracts of emancipation
a woman is her body
peach blossomed jasper
a trail so virtuous
primary self
ancient womanhood ...
#feminism
16 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
5th Feb 2021 1:05am
5th Feb 2021 1:05am
Behold!
Uttered softly in a prayer
"Behold the Lamb of God"
in silence, as Blessed Mary cry
a whisper without vibrations
as Lord Jesus touch the ground
saving me for the Good Times
the bible spoke
"Behold the Lamb of God"
in silence, as Blessed Mary cry
a whisper without vibrations
as Lord Jesus touch the ground
saving me for the Good Times
the bible spoke
#strength
#hope
#inspirational #emotions
#inspirational #emotions
58 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 1:11am
28th Feb 2021 1:11am
The Merkaba
An interconnected pattern
sacred geometry
a protective power
of force—
transformative, healing
an ever-benevolent presence
of grace
eternally surrounding
those who practice
Belief
~
sacred geometry
a protective power
of force—
transformative, healing
an ever-benevolent presence
of grace
eternally surrounding
those who practice
Belief
~
#spiritual
#support
#philosophical
78 reads
13 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 9:37pm
25th Jan 2020 9:37pm
the sun goes on
the sunset sits
on my shoulder.
an old lifelong
friend on this
curious, often
dogged journey
through:
the aloneness of
love,
the crowning of
loss,
the slow steady
heartbeat of grief,
the grand achievement
of failure.
the opera plays on,
aria after aria until
the finale.
doll house world
crumbling,
but regrets grip
weakens,
life ends the way
life ends,
and the sun goes
on;
the only friend that
holds true. ...
on my shoulder.
an old lifelong
friend on this
curious, often
dogged journey
through:
the aloneness of
love,
the crowning of
loss,
the slow steady
heartbeat of grief,
the grand achievement
of failure.
the opera plays on,
aria after aria until
the finale.
doll house world
crumbling,
but regrets grip
weakens,
life ends the way
life ends,
and the sun goes
on;
the only friend that
holds true. ...
#redemption
#acceptance
#wisdom
165 reads
6 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 3:31am
10th Jan 2021 3:31am
Waiting -
I watch from rooftops
like afternoon sunlight,
the partially
shingled building
clamors
with each stiff wind
speaking like the dead,
plucked flowers
drift aimlessly
between
gravestone pathways,
waiting to decipher
peace
in the steps
of angels.
like afternoon sunlight,
the partially
shingled building
clamors
with each stiff wind
speaking like the dead,
plucked flowers
drift aimlessly
between
gravestone pathways,
waiting to decipher
peace
in the steps
of angels.
#religion
#angels
#faith
#spiritual
#redemption
59 reads
8 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
16th Apr 2019 6:53pm
16th Apr 2019 6:53pm
L'ESPRIT DE NOTRE DAME RÈGNE
Though be Her temporal édifice
reduced to smouldering ash.
Our Lady’s spirit stands uninjured
Perfectly erect
She who watched her Son’s skin bruised
And torn by brutal lash.
Also knew on that third day that He would resurrect.
Witnessing her Son in anguish
Bloodied by the crown of thorns.
Dying nailed on cruel cross,
side pierced by thrusted lance.
Then by holy miracle
She met her blessed Son reborn
When compared the task seems small,
rebuild Her house in France.
reduced to smouldering ash.
Our Lady’s spirit stands uninjured
Perfectly erect
She who watched her Son’s skin bruised
And torn by brutal lash.
Also knew on that third day that He would resurrect.
Witnessing her Son in anguish
Bloodied by the crown of thorns.
Dying nailed on cruel cross,
side pierced by thrusted lance.
Then by holy miracle
She met her blessed Son reborn
When compared the task seems small,
rebuild Her house in France.
#sadness
#hope
#spiritual #despair
#spiritual #despair
185 reads
8 Comments
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