Guest ComfortablyConfused Posted November 17, 2007 Posted November 17, 2007 I'm looking for some poetry written from an ex-christian (atheist/agnostic/unitarian/non-religious) for inspiration. Does anyone know of any or want to share favorites?
Deva Posted November 17, 2007 Posted November 17, 2007 Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens http://www.web-books.com/classics/Poetry/A...ns_W/Sunday.htm
Guest open eyes Posted November 18, 2007 Posted November 18, 2007 I actually write a lot of it. Lol. I'm shy about sharing, but I am working on writing a book of poems. I am also in the process of developing an online e-zine to promote artists, writers, and musicians. I have happily spiritually free poems, and poems that involve a lot of anger with organized religion. I am too shy to post one, but I am new here,and maybe I will open up. Here is a line from one of the poems, "Walking inside the labyrinth of shallow answers, loneliness completes me." If you like that line, maybe you will like my poems....If interested send me a message. Thanks.
Guest ComfortablyConfused Posted November 21, 2007 Posted November 21, 2007 Thanks to both posts. I book-marked the Sunday Morning one. I'm a beginning poet too so I get shy or intimidated too. I just de-converted this spring/summer and I still haven't made myself express my feelings poetically yet. That's cool that you've been able to. I guess I'm trying to get inspired by other people's works.
RIPw4 Posted November 21, 2007 Posted November 21, 2007 None of my poems are about being an ex christian but I have lots of poems.. Some published. They are mostly about my fucked up childhood and addiction.
Deva Posted November 22, 2007 Posted November 22, 2007 OK -- to all of you poets on this thread. This site would be enriched if you would post some of your work. If you are too shy to do it, please send me a private message. I would like to see it! I am not a poet, but I appreciate the arts and poetry. I promise if I made any comments, they would only be positive or constructive ones.
RIPw4 Posted November 22, 2007 Posted November 22, 2007 OK -- to all of you poets on this thread. This site would be enriched if you would post some of your work. If you are too shy to do it, please send me a private message. I would like to see it! I am not a poet, but I appreciate the arts and poetry. I promise if I made any comments, they would only be positive or constructive ones. A good poem A poem will drag out memories and pull out tears. -------------------------------------------------------- nightmares I remember the days when the world was shrinking Everything was closing in on me and there was No way out. I remember when I wanted Nothing more than to die. I remember When night time made me cry, and Day time only made the fear Subside. I still remember When nothing was Better than what I had. I wish That it was All a Dream. Junk. End. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Fragments Is poetry for? Expressing emotions or! Is it for sharing beauty with? Those who are present in. Our greatest? moments. Is it rhyme and meter or? Is it the pure essence of. Feeling alive! ----------------------------------------------------------------- Father Love Kiss me with your burned lips. Hug me with your tracked arms. Guide me with your calloused hands. Speak to me with your barley breath. Feed me with your stolen food. Cloth me with your ragged garments. Sing to me in your betraying voice. Look at me with your jaundiced eyes. Pawn shop tickets, broken glass, Torn shirt, empty beer cans, collect calls, Broken promises, mason jars, cigarette butts, dirty jeans, old pictures, and the stench. No memories of parks and fairs or walks in The grass. No thoughts of father’s day. Only memories of pain and drugs and dirt. Lots of dirt. My dirt filled memories. Thankyou father love. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Piece of love Your bright yellow skin crushed against paper folded like a boat floating in a sea poured like sugar into a Vessel on a journey into me filled with water shaken like anger pushed until the Metal cries prepped and ready the devil takes off straight into ecstasy and Beauty spills cold and lonely desperate and dangerous where is my Blanket warm and safe ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Sweet Release Cold, alone, bitter. I only want for this two minutes of heaven. Cold beautiful surgical steel pressed against my flesh. Piercing embrace, the warm wave of death kisses me. Alive? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Untitled #13 I am but a boy In the body of man Crying like a child For his mother and her touch In the darkness of the steel
william Posted November 22, 2007 Posted November 22, 2007 I'm not sure how good this will be, but here it goes. No more gods, no more Jesus, to pick up the pieces, Except, me and me alone. No more 'faith will pull you through' Except the companions one calls their friends. No more defending on the misplaced conscience, and the twisted love. To know deep down that the book got it wrong from the start. No more 'we are all guilty of sin,' unforgivable, rotten and petty. And that we are only lining the pockets of those who claim to be doing 'god's work' or 'speaking for god' or 'know god himself' No more revisionism of history, for what has been done in the name of religion. But for once face the responsibility, and lighten that burden on the conscience. No more bowing to the images man created for himself, but to accept his fellow men, their virtues, their vices, for who they are through compassion and understanding, through the love for life. To value the human being, as the most precious gift ever given by the cosmos. No more burning of brimestones, no more screams of agony from hell. No more fluffy clouds of heaven, nor a heavenly father, overlooking our lives. For heaven is to show compassion for all species of life, and receiving in return. And hell being the neglect of life itself
Guest ComfortablyConfused Posted November 25, 2007 Posted November 25, 2007 Those are really amazing. In all honesty
Deva Posted November 25, 2007 Posted November 25, 2007 Those are really amazing. In all honesty I think they are too!
RIPw4 Posted November 25, 2007 Posted November 25, 2007 thanks alot guys. I hope to have 3 of those published by January!
Guest Omega Man Posted December 8, 2007 Posted December 8, 2007 Something Fishy Fish swim this way... Fish swim that way... If I draw one this way I see a Bishop’s hat If I draw one that way dinner for my cat If I draw one their way I think I smell a rat
PoeticLicence Posted December 18, 2007 Posted December 18, 2007 My Little Champion My strength - my frailty bedfellows at odds like hot breath on thin skin of a shiny bubble of soap lovely little rainbows swirling on top agonizing the inevitable predictable Pop What be the offspring of iron strength and fragility? Bondage Imprisoned by the strengthening of weaknesses Shackled by the weakening of strengths From the chains of this dichotomy no rescuer will come no knight of flesh and blood his knees are broken no god of sky or heaven above his eyes are blind, his ears have deafened my handsome prince and cross-stitched hero both drifted with the stars of dawn Gone My help is no outsider no holy presence no armored fighter But help is close close and waking small, gaining strength In the making to some, she’ll seem a mystery but I think I know her … my rescuer I think I know precisely my little champion is me. poetic licence
jchpiper Posted January 5, 2008 Posted January 5, 2008 Approval No Longer the Master I despise these fucking standards I wish I could simply erase This god-damned approval addiction Decades fed with perfectionism Self blame a constant companion Yet the guilt does not all lie with me Perhaps it is the warped standards Of a false-sterile society I've grown to detest sterility A playground for deception It breeds a disease in secrecy Murdering individuality How can I grow beyond it Without loosing a ravenous beast Whose been chained and finally tastes freedom With a lusting impulse to feast Upon the cravings denied it Starved the freedom to feel Do I allow the beast expression Therein will its soul be healed Will the ravenous desire to feed Meet its soul companion Freedom to express, to feel The famine put out to pasture Approval no longer the master march 14, 2007 judith piper
jchpiper Posted January 5, 2008 Posted January 5, 2008 Here's a few more. I would have added them to the previous post, but I didn't see an edit button. I've got plenty more, mostly about searching and about my back and forth between "do I believe/do I not believe?" And other stuff. ******************************** Bubble Trouble I lived in a bubble for a long time. Sometimes I'd try to poke through. I'd push and push Stretch that bubble But then.....BOING I'd bounce right back to the same place again. Finally one day along came a pin Pricked a hole in the bubble's skin. Decompression pulled me out Sadly, others were crushed within. Then I'll be befuddled when I find myself stuck to another bubble. Damn this bubble trouble! Stuck to the outside A force trying to pull me in, I almost slip through but then I remember I'd been given a pin. POKE! Some inside escape like I Others are crushed within. One thing for sure that I've determined Ain't no way in hell I'm going back in. March 12, 2007 judith piper ************************** In the Fishbowl In a fishbowl I bump the glass trying to swim beyond the transparent barrier. To survive beyond I need a new design, different equipment from my gill-oxygenated carrier. My guppy eyes stare wondering, pondering. How would it feel to breathe that air? I shrug Swimming back to my castle I play awhile among the faux coral and seaweed. I ascend upon sprinkled kelp to feed, then settle again with a contented smile. ...tap...tap...tap... Back at the edge with my guppy-eyed stare. In a fishbowl trying to swim beyond the transparent barrier. march 12, 2007 judith piper ************************** Soul Stew Soul you're not at peace Continually you're stirred A variety of vittles All topsy turvy churned. These vittles boil and cool O'er and o'er again Why not let them simmer Allow the flavors blend. Soul be not discouraged As the flavors brew For 'tis spice and simmer That make a tasty stew. march 6, 2007 judith piper
Naughtyhamster Posted January 5, 2008 Posted January 5, 2008 Look at some of the threads below and you'll find some very dramatic poems. I just added a poem myself a few days ago, but I guess everyone's been too busy discussing the presidential race to read poetry right now.
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