Amazing Nature Photos

Violence Religious Poems | Violence Poems About Religious

These Violence Religious poems are examples of Violence poems about Religious. These are the best examples of Violence Religious poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Rhyme | |

Our Limited Understanding

What did he mean
when he said
turn the other cheek?
Does it mean
violence isn't the answer
and peace is always the way?

Is it to deny the natural
carnal response?
To challenge the older laws
that have long been ensconced?

Maybe it's a come on
to the ungodly
"Give me what you got
I have no need to be afraid."
Maybe he meant
our bones are fragile
but our hope is not?
It shall never rust nor decay.

Surely a punch in the face
is no threat to one's life.
If a man put a gun to your wife
would you just let her die??

(surely life is precious
but God have mercy
should it come to this)

Should we cast down our weapons,
trade them for pruning hooks?
Is that what Jesus meant?
Or perhaps, maybe,
it begs you to take a deeper look.
and gaze at the wisdom God has sent.

Does it not surely mean that hatred
can't be snuffed out
by more hatred?
There are many trials we go through
but one thing we must know
is that love should always be sacred.

When he stated
Ye are the Light of the World
does that not imply
that the world itself is DARKNESS?
It's a gloomy forbidding place
with many pricks and thorns:
why add to the harshness?

For now it seems
we see through a glass darkly.
Having trouble deciphering
the passages and what they meant.
What about Romans 13
where it says, Execute vengeance
against those who do evil?
To whom is it referring
and to what extent?

Our limited understanding
leaves us grounded.



NOTE: This was written in response (and inspiration) to Liam McDaid's poem titled Thou Shalt Not Kill. It's a very fascinating topic, and one where I don't quite have answers...

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Bombers

Those who kill innocents are cruel,
Their bodies will always be hell’s fuel,
Islam teaches about honor and dignity,
Care and love for the whole humanity,
But black sheeps are found everywhere,
Like KKK or Taliban, “Be aware”,
They do things on their own,
Their very own people, they disown.

All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com

Copyright © Syed Imon Rizvi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 21

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 21

Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s* will
Who’s show is this: Puppeteer or puppet’s
Kali-Yuga* dragging hind legs to standstill

Callow kids spray lead to warn not infidel
For what glory of own faith’s idle pets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will

What kills: finger on trigger or divine will
ISIS hand or lead Kalashnikov jets
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill

Piecemeal World War III Papal wisdom mill
Did not racial hatred collide with tenets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will

Some people seek to dress world in their frill
Are Crusaders fratricidal Semites
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill

Andromeda clash through Milky Way spill
Lest ISIS pound Kali-Yuga with jets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill

•	Siva: Hindu Trinity of the Godhead Brahman
                   composed of Brahma (Creator), Vishnu (Preserver)
		And Siva (Destroyer)
•	Kali-Yuga: According to Hindus, the “Iron Age” (the last phase of human existence), having commenced with the Mahabharatha (the Great War on February 18, 3102 B.C.E.)
will come to an end in less than 430000 years. – time enough to shoot the Milky Way to pulp.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Bloody Church

The hand was a blur as it appeared holding a gun. 
I wanted to scream but my mind cried out run. 
Please don't shoot, I thought I have a family. 
Doesn't he know that this will be blasphemy. 
The gun looked huge in the young man's hand. 
The gunman was talking but I didn't understand. 
As the first shot was fired everything slowed down. 
I was amazed by the smell and the deafening sound. 
It didn't seem real but there was the blood. 
The sound of the body was a muffled thud. 
As the first bullet entered I thought of my wife. 
I love her more than I do my own life. 
This can't happen, not here not in this place. 
To kill in God's house is more than a disgrace. 
As vacant eyes stare up towards the ceiling,
We'll all need to pray for the nation's healing.

Scott Williams
11/1/15
Any sad poem
Broken Wings

Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

In God We Trust

A spirit of violence is creeping in this country to invade.
In our large cities citizens are becoming afraid.
Race related shootings are more frequent,
Stirring up hate and feelings of discontent.

We have to worry about terrorists, and loners acting in rage.
It is a sign of the end times in this day and age.
Our national motto is "In God We Trust."
We need to put God back in America, an absolute must.







Written 9/26/16
"What is Society" contest

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Listen and Understand


Something very wrong is a-brewing
Something sinister,
something evil
And it ain't no robot from the future
that you need to be worried about
No, there are forces at work
that want to take us back,
way back to being straight medieval

Listen and understand,
everyone who wants to live
Don't let them con or seduce you
They want to take you back to a time
where brutality ruled,
and cruelty was the instrument used

A conspiracy very strong is accruing
Something abominable,
something evil
Gather all of your spiritual weapons
and hope it's not too late to terminate
all of those forces at work
that want to take us back,
way back to being pure medieval

They want to take us back to a time
where brutality ruled,
and cruelty was the coin of the land
It's imperative, I insist,
everyone who wants to live
must listen and they must understand

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lento | |

The Binding

Abraham wrapped his robe about him,
Laced his sandals upon his feet,
Took his staff in his hand,
And started off down the path
To the place of which God had told him.

A young man rises early one cool morning
Washes himself and says the prayers,
Stuffs bricks of plastique inside his down vest,
Takes the detonator in his hand,
And walks off toward the border checkpoint.

Isaac said to his father Abraham,
“I see the wood and the fire,
But where is the lamb for our sacrifice?”

A pretty young girl with a smiling face
Her spirit fierce as the desert sun
Puts on a girdle of dynamite sticks
Wraps colored wires about her
Like an embroidered shawl
And stands waiting for a crowded bus.

And Abraham stretched forth his hand
And took the knife to slay his son

An aged man goes every day to the local mosque
To teach the children how bombs are made.
How a timer is set, how a charge is wired.
How a grenade is launched, how a machine gun fired.
Who to hate and who to kill,
And why “the cause” is worth the dying.

But the angel of God called out to Abraham,
And Abraham responded, “Here am I”.
“Do not lay your hand on Isaac, your son,
For I can see that your faith is strong.
I will make of you a great nation.
Through you all the world shall be blessed.”

God calls us too, from beyond the centuries.
Do not kill your children to prove your faith in Me.
Do not take away the lives I have given you.
Use your time on Earth for nurturing, 
Creating, and growing.
Hearken to My voice!

Copyright © Robert Grappel | Year Posted 2016