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CASTLES OF CRYSTAL IN THE SEA

CASTLES OF CRYSTAL IN THE SEA REFLECTING YOUR LIGHT OVER ME.

BRING ME BACK TO WHERE I USED TO BE.

I WAS HAPPY THERE BUT THE DECEIVER TOOK IT ALL AWAY FROM ME.

DON'T LET HIM BRAKE ME APART

I NEED YOU TO REMAIN MY PURE SOLID SHIELD AND HEART


CASTLES OF CRYSTAL IN THE SEA

SO MUCH YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME. MY HART IS FULL OF PEACE NOW

FOR THAT I THANK THEE.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
THIS POEM IS ABOUT ME ASKING GOD TO PROTECT ME AND GIDE ME TO BRING BACK THE HAPPINESS SATAN HAS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME.
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darkhorse555

love calls

love or not to love
begs of me an answer
its better to have loved
than never
storms of all natures
are sent to tear this love down
opening up the heavens
loves light shines
disaster strikes love helps
a shoulder to cry on
love feeds you when your hungry
a shining light to heaven
when your sad love weeps
in anger love calms
calling for you love
in pain love soothes
the water of our very life
love flows in us all
my happiness is through love
the guiding light in dark stormy seas
the anchor peace of love
brings calm to the storm
my soul hungers loves call
in this i get my answer
father lord son of the holy ghost
nailed to his cross
the true symbol of love
called to the heaven
for our love
and the love of others
forgive the wrongs of evil
as surely love calls
in the light love
surely not to love
for the love of god
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
my insperation a cross given to me by my mother
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cbsAlexius

woe is me

Woe is me oh woe is me.
I have nothing for I lost it all.
Yet I have learned blessed humility.
High and mighty was I before my fall.
Now I am down, yea, below them all.
I am in a deep dry well.
I have no rope to climb.
God saved me from hell.
I have yet to be rescued from my plight this time.
All of my life will he guide my hand, just as he does while I write this rhyme.
No fear shall I have, for the Lord will provide.
For just as surely as he broke up the earth.
And the seas he did divide.
Over me he has watched, yea even from birth.
The Lord judges all, He judges our worth.
He gave his only son so that I may live.
When my time comes and my death is nigh.
I will thank the Lord again, for what he did give.
I will not fear when the time comes that I must die.
Yea, no fears will I have, I go to meet him on high.
In paradise we will live forever, without end.
Well shall live with him, our Lord divine.
His message with his son did he send.
Worship him I will, and for all time.
Greatest of all is this God of mine.
Guiding my feet down his path true.
Down his path I will stumble but never tarry.
As sure as he made the sky of blue.
When his servant stumbles and cannot walk, him will he carry.
With his power in my life, I am ever merry.
Good is my Lord to every upright man.
He is as water, or a breath of clean air.
Blessed are the people who follow his plan.
His path I may follow, for he paid my fare.
Each day he shows me how much he does care.
So much to me he did teach.
Blind I was, and he made me see.
The rest of my life of him will I preach.
Please hear me sisters and brothers, as I do tell thee.
My God is the greatest, for from hell he saved me.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
just a poem about my faith.
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wayne34

Angel

In her arms
She holds me tight
Her flowing white robes
Hides her glowing wings

Her halo high above her brow
Tall and elegant
Is she
For she's my angel

Looking after me
When times are bad
She their
When times are good
She watchers from far
For I know my angel
Looks after me
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Posted: Jan 2014
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Unknown

Felix Pater

He noticed me when I accompanied my daughter to learn to sing in the Sunday school.
He saw me standing with full support for my daughter.
He read my mind about the hope for the future of my daughter.
He felt a vibration that harbored my heart’s hope of my daughter’s spiritual life.
He touched my worries as a mother.
He looked at me with a lot of questions and little hope.
He photographed me and my daughter repeatedly in the churchyard.
He spoke with words of stern and simple.
He gives warmth to the children.
He offered friendship.
He told me his dream was beginning to become a journalist.
He listened to my story about my initial goal is to become a nun.
He gave me a clear picture of monastic life.
He sent me letters that live in my mind when he had moved the task.
He was the first monk who was very close in my life.
In all his words sometimes save something. As a friendship bound by a deep longing. He seemed to fill his mind with the problems of my everyday's life. But he remained there, in the monastery, the life that has he chose.But his gander stay in my mind, gave a special meaning. Friendship in the holy longing. In the monastery, there is a longing that fill him everyday.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
He is my best friend.
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Unknown

Pandora's box



Sitting at the edge possibly dangling over by the thinnest wire a mysterious box looks temping to open it. The steam ripples out across her box sitting in caged, the heat of the moment. Flames of desire leap up into the sky her pain reached over every element of the earth.

I let my curiosity mind open the box running and racing thoughts poor over me that beckon at my will. Knowing it was wrong I opened Pandora's Box. Slowly I felt a hush of silence come over me feeling the ultimate of a desire that was trapped inside of me.

Possibilities danced in my mind for what pleasures might be there? Riches unbounded, beauty unsurpassed, joy beyond imagination. But, what if instead the dread that lurks behind the surface of my conscious mind hearing the vibrations echo the terrors of countries waiting in the depths of pure souls turning in the night.

Moments later a fleet of leaves float off a tree landing on the ground the Earth only a chill could it be a hope that would keep me alive? Unbearable curiosity outweighs all caution in my life sometimes never holding back.

Trembling with anticipated delight or it is fear? Anger and pain alone I hurt because that's what loners do if the wire were to break if I were to fall chaos would take control because I am Pandora's box.

Once opened all of everything that was trapped deep within me it would break loose things you have been warned to stay away from would manifest in me. I wouldn't become taboo though I thinking I might be worthy to be looked at and worthy to be loved all would turn to me opening my box.

I am Pandora's box calling to you daring you, asking you to open the box just see what's inside what makes me tick putting away the anger, sadness, hunger, deep unnerving pain, beat through my barrier.

The end wrote by Kara 2008
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this as to express my inner feelings what was going on at that time. If you can understand what Pandora's box is or know about who she is in history. Then you can understand why I wrote this poem back in the day.
Thank you for viewing.
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Unknown

Saving Grace

From the words,
Let there be light...
Creativity began
And was supposed to continue with
Adam, the very first man.
But desire and greed reared
Their slithering heads
And made the first humans
Want to be like God instead.
So upon that first bite
Of the forbidden fruit
Sin and death on earth began
And fear, disease, sadness and hate filled the land
Enmity between the woman and her seed was sown
The flag of battle was flown
Thousands have since lived, loved, fought and died
But one Man came
And for us was crucified
His name Christ Jesus
Lovingly, He shed His life
For us
To redeem and to save
His own blood He gave
Now won't it be unjust if our love and hearts
We won't give...
Take time to think,
Spread peace and love
All around
Let our hearts and lives
Reflect humility
While we walk this earthly ground.
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Posted: Jan 2014
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PassionateArtist

Princess Shruthi

Princess Shruthi,
Well Fiddly Dee
A Celebrity
Singing Hi-Diddle-Dee
An Actor's Life For Me
And Shake~My~Tambouti !?!
Wait,
Is That Even A Word ???
Well,
Not To Forsake My Duty
She!s A Real Beauty
SEE = Absolutely!!!
If You Don?t Believe Me
Just Ask The Paparazzi
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Posted: Jul 2020
About this poem:
Pinocchio - Hi-diddle-dee (An Actor's Life For Me) 720HD
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EyeLook4U

The Old Ways

Sometimes I get to missing the old ways the old days
I just can't find the words to explain when in peoples hearts there was a flame
And it became a guiding light and everything felt so right

And I can't explain how oil flowed from the word of God
And how it covered my soul I knew everywhere my feet would trod
My life was always bound in the old ways

How do you get across a cross that's in your heart
How do you talk of oil need I say anymore
I get to missing the old ways so I found a place to hang my hat beside the door
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Posted: Mar 2018
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Unknown

Regarding True Identity.

I am the web that weaves strands spun with silk smooth to the touch. I am the moon sister howling to the stars above in the sky bright light shining universe the space in between.

I am the day and of the night, for I am the sun and the earth a starving woman and I am a whaling child. I am the sound which can break the silence calling out and hearing the echo of the wind and rain. I am dirt and fire essence is eternal to be only void of all.

I am whole to the concept of having many splinters that have dug so deeply from the wounds of many. I am one who don’t bend to anyone who has shown me any dis respect, I am but yet a human being who’s feelings can be hurt, I am one with a broken heart, I am one who has seen and tasted great fears and joy of love in life.

I am but yet a reality standing in front of you ready to face the challenges in life the journey. I am the coin both different on the sides but smooth the touch.

I am balance of the scales never one side to out weight the other heart against the feather facing the truth of justice holding the sword against me asking me how do you come to me?

With this I answer I have no fear, I show no boundaries, I have no lost or no gain, I am that of a leaf falling from the tree touching the ground in silence, I am the clouds above floating moving and changing shapes.

I am the trust of one self-image, I am in the beauty of the beholder, I am the eyes which look and see beyond, I am the mirror looking back, and for I am Regarding true identity.

By Kara copy righted 2010
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this because I wanted to express my inner self and my thoughts and emotions at the time. Who am I, why I am, and when I am comes to mind with the poem. Enjoy
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