Spiritual Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Ahavati
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 11:36am
14th Feb 2020 11:36am
My Chosen Valentine
Protecting ourselves
is the natural response
to a Universe of experience:
stories we don’t tell—
scars we won’t reveal
hidden vulnerabilities
Choose Love anyway;
it purges negativity—
not that of a judge or critic
taking offense at storms
blowing back in their face;
but, from your own heart
Empty your innermost coffers
as a gift to others—
then refill for yourself
Balance is the footpath
of Universal Love
~
is the natural response
to a Universe of experience:
stories we don’t tell—
scars we won’t reveal
hidden vulnerabilities
Choose Love anyway;
it purges negativity—
not that of a judge or critic
taking offense at storms
blowing back in their face;
but, from your own heart
Empty your innermost coffers
as a gift to others—
then refill for yourself
Balance is the footpath
of Universal Love
~
#love
#ValentinesDay
#Taoism
#philosophical
#wisdom
165 reads
38 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 1:03pm
24th Jan 2020 1:03pm
THOSE AGAINST US
He that isnt against us is for us, for they come into our lives with a heart, mind, and deep spiritual soul. They give of themselves not looking for anything in return, but the best for us as they have our best interest at heart as they truly want that for us.
But he that is against us is not for us, as this shall come to pass for the most highest spiritual soul shall and will open your eyes and...
But he that is against us is not for us, as this shall come to pass for the most highest spiritual soul shall and will open your eyes and...
#LifeStruggles
#devil
#TruthOfLife #LifeChangingMoment
#TruthOfLife #LifeChangingMoment
46 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 3:39pm
23rd Feb 2020 3:39pm
Luring Flutes
Native flutes blow
echoing so
against the daunting rocks
that line this cragged canyon
Harkening me again
as a reminder
to when things were kinder
days filled with the noble buffalo
Was it really so long ago
when all here would sweetly flow
with the great spirit
in an endless rising spiral
KeepIng dear the covenant
with the sacred elk
dancing with such yearning
around...
echoing so
against the daunting rocks
that line this cragged canyon
Harkening me again
as a reminder
to when things were kinder
days filled with the noble buffalo
Was it really so long ago
when all here would sweetly flow
with the great spirit
in an endless rising spiral
KeepIng dear the covenant
with the sacred elk
dancing with such yearning
around...
#nature
#spiritual
56 reads
26 Comments
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
87 reads
19 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 5:44am
30th Jul 2019 5:44am
Offering
Laid bare before you
I surrender my sword and shield
Prostrate and humbled
I offer you my insecurity
It’s my most trusted trait
I beseech you to accept it gently
From this alter of prayer
I am servant to it no more
Wash away these abject hurts
I envelop your embrace
With your assistance
I will amble toward forgiveness
Accompanied by this gift
I can finally rest
I surrender my sword and shield
Prostrate and humbled
I offer you my insecurity
It’s my most trusted trait
I beseech you to accept it gently
From this alter of prayer
I am servant to it no more
Wash away these abject hurts
I envelop your embrace
With your assistance
I will amble toward forgiveness
Accompanied by this gift
I can finally rest
#redemption
201 reads
9 Comments
Didi3d
Poem Published
25th Dec 2019 6:49pm
25th Dec 2019 6:49pm
Lilith and Psyché
Lilith and Psyché
Both beautiful
Like the sun and the dark
discussing with verve
naked soul
and skin to the sun
One believed in the spirit of mankind
Beautiful and rich in love
Unique
A lover, a giver
Without looking at the beauty
Lilith queen demons
advocated the smell of sex
Although more than sweet
Very sweet caresses
Arguing about passion
And unrestrained physical love
Psyché and Lilith
Goddesses
Divine voluptuousness
Didn’t know so far
what the...
Both beautiful
Like the sun and the dark
discussing with verve
naked soul
and skin to the sun
One believed in the spirit of mankind
Beautiful and rich in love
Unique
A lover, a giver
Without looking at the beauty
Lilith queen demons
advocated the smell of sex
Although more than sweet
Very sweet caresses
Arguing about passion
And unrestrained physical love
Psyché and Lilith
Goddesses
Divine voluptuousness
Didn’t know so far
what the...
#love
#lust
#romantic
#sex
#passion
115 reads
14 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 4:22pm
30th Jan 2020 4:22pm
What the Heart Wants
Way back when
lil SDA girl spent
around an hour
in worship alone
to start her day
(Fairly square)
in the evening
15 minutes on
my knees by bedside
became a snooze
a lot of times!
(Not so square!)
So Ex-
SDA logged
into theology
websites instead
for about a decade
of all day indulgence
in Bible and more
had questions
....for sure!
then
I
Became a poet..
Ex of forums...
Not trying to make
lady friends
just...
lil SDA girl spent
around an hour
in worship alone
to start her day
(Fairly square)
in the evening
15 minutes on
my knees by bedside
became a snooze
a lot of times!
(Not so square!)
So Ex-
SDA logged
into theology
websites instead
for about a decade
of all day indulgence
in Bible and more
had questions
....for sure!
then
I
Became a poet..
Ex of forums...
Not trying to make
lady friends
just...
#spiritual
41 reads
0 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2019 6:55pm
2nd Jan 2019 6:55pm
The Incomprehensible
I found God not merely in the scripture, but in the beauty and complexity of nature and the universe.
From the compound eye to the camera lens,
the natural shape of the circle to the wagon wheel,
from the flight of the bird to the creation of the plane.
Just as the camera, the wheel, and the plane were crafted by their creators, did not the eye, the first forms of the universe, and the bird require such craftsmanship?
Can evolution not explain away these complex creations? Evolution is thought evoking, but it leaves one burning...
From the compound eye to the camera lens,
the natural shape of the circle to the wagon wheel,
from the flight of the bird to the creation of the plane.
Just as the camera, the wheel, and the plane were crafted by their creators, did not the eye, the first forms of the universe, and the bird require such craftsmanship?
Can evolution not explain away these complex creations? Evolution is thought evoking, but it leaves one burning...
#nature
#God
#spiritual
#evolution
#philosophical
301 reads
12 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
48 reads
6 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
17th Mar 2018 5:23pm
17th Mar 2018 5:23pm
Untitled pointing to nothing
Standing alone in the surf. Again. Sky is bruised by the endless battle. Changing. Apophis retreats. Nothing. Ra’s spear triumphs. Again.
Silence reigns over all. Rushing. Waters upon waters. Hissing. I bleed. Roaring. I remember. Hushed. I forget. Retreating. Everything.
Everything is music. Raindrops fall.
Make a fist. Tensing. Muscles answer. Growing. Stand out in a circular mound upon my arm. Rising. Veins protrude. Nothing. Forks in rivers of green, beneath translucent shadows of skin. Nothing. Rising like the dawn at my wrist.
Open my...
Silence reigns over all. Rushing. Waters upon waters. Hissing. I bleed. Roaring. I remember. Hushed. I forget. Retreating. Everything.
Everything is music. Raindrops fall.
Make a fist. Tensing. Muscles answer. Growing. Stand out in a circular mound upon my arm. Rising. Veins protrude. Nothing. Forks in rivers of green, beneath translucent shadows of skin. Nothing. Rising like the dawn at my wrist.
Open my...
#morning
359 reads
11 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 7:08am
4th Dec 2019 7:08am
NUDITY, THEOLOGY, FEMININITY
Did not God think it 'VERY good'
when he had made first humans nudd?
'Male and female He created',
His father heart demonstrated,
Naked and without any shame
of their divinely finished frame.
It was that pesky little snake
who got folk 'shamed of bits that shake
and would have had them cover up
the parts God made to help them 'tup'
and, in woman's case, suckle young
upon the breasts on top half hung.
To those who down the ages blame
women for man's fall, I'd cry 'Shame!
You've been barking up the wrong tree ...
when he had made first humans nudd?
'Male and female He created',
His father heart demonstrated,
Naked and without any shame
of their divinely finished frame.
It was that pesky little snake
who got folk 'shamed of bits that shake
and would have had them cover up
the parts God made to help them 'tup'
and, in woman's case, suckle young
upon the breasts on top half hung.
To those who down the ages blame
women for man's fall, I'd cry 'Shame!
You've been barking up the wrong tree ...
#women
#religion
#spiritual #rhyming
#spiritual #rhyming
86 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 6:17pm
17th Feb 2020 6:17pm
Free Spirit
He only called his mother and father by their names,
His hoarse little voice only added mystery to his story,
His mother would tell tales of how at mass he’d claim
The statue of Jesus was “my papa” praising him in glory.
He was a free spirit, curious about others coming and going,
Wandering the earth as if he was some kind of ancient soul,
And the day before he died he went around collecting coins,
We’ll never know what dreamt when he was only two years old.
May 1948 - January 1951
#StevieSmith
His hoarse little voice only added mystery to his story,
His mother would tell tales of how at mass he’d claim
The statue of Jesus was “my papa” praising him in glory.
He was a free spirit, curious about others coming and going,
Wandering the earth as if he was some kind of ancient soul,
And the day before he died he went around collecting coins,
We’ll never know what dreamt when he was only two years old.
May 1948 - January 1951
#StevieSmith
#death
#mystery
49 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Spiritual Poems by Top Critiquers about Religion, Atheism and New Age Spirituality
