Spiritual Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
Poems written by Top Critiquers
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th May 2019 00:10am
16th May 2019 00:10am
eternal knowledge of the becoming spirit
beautiful sage you speak mountain fluently
the forests themselves are keeper of your secrets
through hushed lips, you whisper wisdom
my soul answers as if chastised
the fire in yours charges mine
to carefully listen to the urgency of the river
rushing to greet the ocean's tide with the messages it's received
of days burning with the sun then washed and renewed
the forest watches and knows
the mountains vow from chaos will be order
the rivers gush with excitement when meeting the ocean's tide
rich with the news of a...
the forests themselves are keeper of your secrets
through hushed lips, you whisper wisdom
my soul answers as if chastised
the fire in yours charges mine
to carefully listen to the urgency of the river
rushing to greet the ocean's tide with the messages it's received
of days burning with the sun then washed and renewed
the forest watches and knows
the mountains vow from chaos will be order
the rivers gush with excitement when meeting the ocean's tide
rich with the news of a...
#forest
#nature
#mountains
#spiritual
#pagan
105 reads
16 Comments
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
76 reads
8 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
13th Mar 2019 10:19pm
13th Mar 2019 10:19pm
He Is In My Story
Epiphanies & intuitive reflections; silently, has He whispered to me
So sacred & dear; His penalties were never to free me from travesty
Equipped with my every downfall & gift; from His draft, was I built
Life isn't a reverie in which I have any authority to write my script
I was born a child into a life where all to ever be, was broken
Ornaments of pain; I carry - a better soul though, they've woven
An angel often unworthy of His graces; cling ever so to sweet sin
A moth to it's flame - as I crash; His light ignites within ...
So sacred & dear; His penalties were never to free me from travesty
Equipped with my every downfall & gift; from His draft, was I built
Life isn't a reverie in which I have any authority to write my script
I was born a child into a life where all to ever be, was broken
Ornaments of pain; I carry - a better soul though, they've woven
An angel often unworthy of His graces; cling ever so to sweet sin
A moth to it's flame - as I crash; His light ignites within ...
#hope
#God
#spiritual
#tragedy
#suffering
218 reads
23 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 11:33pm
13th Jun 2019 11:33pm
Systematic Seismology
the man on the mountain
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom...
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom...
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#meditation #wisdom
#meditation #wisdom
70 reads
12 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:45pm
Yesterday 4:45pm
Ophidians (Sky_dancer & Tallen @ it anew!!)
I, of fire, dwell amidst a garland of flames.
My sex and spirit combined in a double helix,
My darkness and light both clearly visible.
I am the Dragon of the fire element.
Feminine lush, I am protector of Gaia’s keep
During the day of heat
The night of cold, cool and sleep
Diligent
Watchful
I am the Dragon of the element earth
Holder of the Wisdom Pearl,
I wind through clouds, on the air,
to the heavens, celestial dweller.
I come to thee, Gaia's keeper, to entwine.
Bind yourself with me.
...
My sex and spirit combined in a double helix,
My darkness and light both clearly visible.
I am the Dragon of the fire element.
Feminine lush, I am protector of Gaia’s keep
During the day of heat
The night of cold, cool and sleep
Diligent
Watchful
I am the Dragon of the element earth
Holder of the Wisdom Pearl,
I wind through clouds, on the air,
to the heavens, celestial dweller.
I come to thee, Gaia's keeper, to entwine.
Bind yourself with me.
...
#love
#relationships
#spiritual #pagan
#spiritual #pagan
42 reads
17 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 11:06am
5th Jun 2019 11:06am
TNT
When there were demons in my head;
In my bed,
You blew them away.
Flint and steel;
Gunpowder my november.
In my bed,
You blew them away.
Flint and steel;
Gunpowder my november.
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
87 reads
13 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th May 2019 9:27pm
12th May 2019 9:27pm
Rebuking Hell
Poem Inspired By The Show Lucifer
Death of a spirit as you know earthly roam
Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone
Condemned and sentenced from a Birthright Bankrupt
Consequences you have suffered from the revolt of being Satan’s slut
His following Angel’s intentions, to grasp fame, and lust
Archangel Michael and his league of Angels fought with such passion under God’s ordinance, the war in Heaven was a must
No more bowing to the Heavens, as you’ve stated, for a Mistaken Angel, no more, In God for you I trust
Yes, you have...
Death of a spirit as you know earthly roam
Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone
Condemned and sentenced from a Birthright Bankrupt
Consequences you have suffered from the revolt of being Satan’s slut
His following Angel’s intentions, to grasp fame, and lust
Archangel Michael and his league of Angels fought with such passion under God’s ordinance, the war in Heaven was a must
No more bowing to the Heavens, as you’ve stated, for a Mistaken Angel, no more, In God for you I trust
Yes, you have...
#God
#devil
#morality
79 reads
12 Comments
LivDiane
Liv Diane
Liv Diane
Poem Published
11th Mar 2019 5:16am
11th Mar 2019 5:16am
To Whom Do We Blame
You left me there stranded in the dark
You told me that we would never part
But then I find you’re not real at all
Now my walls are starting to fall
I want to blame someone, scream at them
Loudly
I want to be someone, despite this mess
Proudly
But there’s nobody left to blame
There’s nobody left but me to pay
Am I at fault here?
Is this my sentence?
You say you loved me,
but that’s only for repentance
And you’re just another sensation
A large figment of our imagination
Pulling the...
You told me that we would never part
But then I find you’re not real at all
Now my walls are starting to fall
I want to blame someone, scream at them
Loudly
I want to be someone, despite this mess
Proudly
But there’s nobody left to blame
There’s nobody left but me to pay
Am I at fault here?
Is this my sentence?
You say you loved me,
but that’s only for repentance
And you’re just another sensation
A large figment of our imagination
Pulling the...
#atheism
#religion
#God
#faith
#disability
102 reads
5 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 11:46pm
12th Jun 2019 11:46pm
LOST
Lost is a visual poem.
#religion
#God
#spiritual
38 reads
8 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
324 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
275 reads
11 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2017 9:00pm
23rd Feb 2017 9:00pm
Missteps
Dirty hair and a rag tag shirt with spots of blood
sitting on Cathedral steps spilling out love
smiles greet finely polished Cole-Hann's, Carter's, Valentino's
along with gentle out-stretched strokes to the well-fed
Doe eyes dance in Hanna Anderson at the base of Sunday's best
holding close the moments where every child is blessed
gifts of bread and water waived off politely
not wanting to be the needy but just another part
Hymn's ring loud in an empty soul begging
along with a lost flock fledging to be whole
filled with sounds of...
sitting on Cathedral steps spilling out love
smiles greet finely polished Cole-Hann's, Carter's, Valentino's
along with gentle out-stretched strokes to the well-fed
Doe eyes dance in Hanna Anderson at the base of Sunday's best
holding close the moments where every child is blessed
gifts of bread and water waived off politely
not wanting to be the needy but just another part
Hymn's ring loud in an empty soul begging
along with a lost flock fledging to be whole
filled with sounds of...
302 reads
8 Comments
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