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Poems about Spiritual
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I venture off the moon; the dust takes several minutes to settle back onto the surface as the earth gets smaller. The stars twinkle like trillions of lighthouses against the deep black universe. I sail through the outskirts of the Milky Way. My wings ar
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Forgiveness / / It is so hard to forgive innocence lost and love betrayed. Instead we hide our feeling away. Scared, alone, and afraid.
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God and a youthful spirit talk like father and son at Disneyland.
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It appears this sin is Stockholm Syndrome
The love of the Lord is the lust of the victim
by mr backwards
172 words, 2 comments,
on Jan 5 11:40 PM. In Atheist, Angst, Rant, Religion, Suicide, Spiritual, Society, Dark, Death, Abuse, Rage
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Last night, when I / / was sleeping, / / dreaming, / / I felt happy. / / / In my dream, I / / was in a place / / where I love / / s
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Drowning in the blood from the wounds I've inflicted / There's no need for judgement, her I stand convicted. / The prisoner runs farther, rampant and loose, / as his efforts to escape only tighten the noose. / I see him run closer on the blood red
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Gardener, oh Gardener, weave me a blade. / A blade to cover, to help lighten the black. / Just one for me, that'll do just fine. / They'll spread their lush color and sprawl fields abroad. / / I see your shadow old man, as above me you stand, t
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I set it on shuffle / so you can write the poem. / Gave up the books, / so you can write the toems. / I put down the pencil, / so as to not use your lead. / Washed my cross so that yours was red. / I cleaned my room so yours wasn't a mess,
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I use to take pride in the eyes of my own, / / Knowing that no other could see me alone. / / Sight only saw from the split-second past, /
by ketchup4all
160 words,
on Jan 2 10:10 PM. In Angst, beat, life, dark, hope, love, pain, personal, sad, spiritual, thoughts
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Every night, / / when it rains, / / a girl comes / / out of my brain. / / She looks out of / / my window / / and stands in / / front
by bigcoolyo
169 words, 6 comments,
on Jan 2 7:48 PM. In Love, Dark, Fantasy, Life, Thoughts, Spiritual, Rhyme, Sad, Personal, Pain
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The opera of life is sadden by the many pains, hurts, sorrows, and regrets. Isolated by depression and afraid of what will come next. / No
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My feet barely touch the moon dust / Nearly relinquishes me / Minimal gravity / Outer space flexes / Every slight movement / Spirit trans
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Lonely, Forgotton,and damper - but not depressed as you sit alone in the darkness of light. 5,4,3,2,1 - a new beginning has begun. Millions
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/ Forks in the one way road now lie behind me. / What once oscillated between blurry stumbling, and tiresome drudgery / has now become a / / clear choice. / / Diversions seem far from the path. / Detour signs now clearly orange. /
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When we feel clean, / Inside I mean , / Our hearts ever so pure entiraly full, / Until, / All is broken, / As we forget the token, / The token which has let us feel clean, / Inside I mean. / Mistakes we a
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Gone / / / The man in the lighthouse is gone / It hardly seems fair / That he's no longer there / Though computers so sterile /
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I saw the grey and ran to say / the image that I saw that day / but there was none to hear my words / as ears were shorn and looks absurd /
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Once upon a time, / there was a girl / who was always afraid to shine, / but could never tell. / An outcast was her trait / An outburst was her mate. / She stood underneath the stars wondering, / was she desti
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You must forgive my race / for what it has done to you, / but I would like you to keep in mind / / that it was not I, who raided your vill
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O, pentacle not of the devil / but who we are, a star as well / five points of we, head and four limbs / to the universe extend / encirclin
by Dun
117 words, 6 comments,
on Dec 21 11:24 AM 2008. In Spiritual
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When the wind hurls howls / which sound like enraged wolves / soft clumps of snow / fall silently / over the edge of winter's world / where they disintegrate / to sparkling bits of sunshine / raining yellow snow flakes / down from h
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The Bird of Fire is my name… / From the blessing sky, I came / To tell you my eternal story… / That survives over five centurie
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Notice shedding bits of thoughts charged with emotion.
We've chosen to live immersed an in ocean
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Mama mail this to Heaven
So he can find his way back home
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This is another song. This one I wrote years ago and performed in church. It's pretty much completely paraphrased out of the New Testament.
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