Grave Religion Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust
Before my very eyes.

No answers forthcoming
To my many questions,
Most important, "Why?"

"A fool are you,"
I stand thinking.
"There is no disguise."

To worry so about
What matters not
In the by and by.

Trials have strengthened.
Sorrows kept me human.
No point to analyze.

"Life is for living,"
An ultimate truth
I finally realized.

Sooner than later
Might have been better,
Had only I been wise.

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust....
A twinkle in my eye.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic monologue |
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
France gave America the Statue of Liberty,
In 1865, from Edouard de Laboulaya, his act;
It begot Joan of Arc who insisted that,
Nationality bet religion as a matter of fact.

The Free French were renown in WW II, 
For an innate determination which alit,
The will of those sinking around them,
For the democratic heart that was split.

It produced Thomas Piketty with his book Capital,
Which called for a global tax of all richer states,
To redistribute income for egalitarianism,
For freedom and for the poverty liberation straits.
The death of Jihadi John set it all off,
As he was the symbol of the Islamic State,
Most definitely and without reservations,
He was the one with the credal slate. 

But France today has an interventionist policy,
In Syria, and is the most vocal nation of all,
Insisting that President Assad needs to go,
To enable free democracy to stand tall.

In 2010 Qatar, an Arab state with oil and gas,
Won the bid to host the 2022 FIFA World Cup;
When a UK government employee questioned this,
In November 2014, he caused a very real hiccup.

France was said to have validated Qatar,
To chief Sepp Blatter who was eventually removed;
I can’t dismiss that Qatar would have reciprocated,
With gifts of money for the French to be proved.

With some of Qatar’s money, flowing and free,
France would’ve strengthened its foreign policy,
Doubled its presence in Syria, or even tripled it,
With the USA and others following likewise - oui.

So the French people’s ability to fight ISIS,
Is important to Syrian Islamists who are fully aware,
That the size of an army determines its success,
Thus Qatar’s allegiances are ISILs concern to beware.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Questionku |
If you draw your child away from normal play, activities and behaviour 
By forcing them to lie about their true desires, 
Then where’s the love? 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
It  was  for you and me,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third-day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,

Copyright © joselito asperin | Year Posted 2007

Details | Prose Poetry |
The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she had to do...

Get rid of the body that was clear....

There were no options, it had to disappear....

The heater was broken and blowing cold air...

She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..

She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...

As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...

All she had asked him, was to light a fire...

To take off the chill in the house....

Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped

And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..

It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..

This was his favourite fishing spot...

She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..

And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....

Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..

When I get to the Florida Keys..

PS..this is the first in a for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |
A place to sit, to insist the other exist.
Instinct ink; a brief connection to persist the other exist.
A place to relieve myself from this brief connection.
Instinct ink; a recollection of all things beneath.
A place to sit, and the smell at my feet reminds of all the visits paid my grave state.
I insist, a place to exist would be eventually diseased or the others' seat.
I hate myself and everyone else for discussing my health.
I self service the help, first I self service myself heaping portions of self help.
Maybe, above all we, recall that disbelief with humorous forgiveness.
Maybe, a place to sit, to insist the other exist, is the exact form.
Instinct turned ink on walls now speak for all things. 
A place to exist would rejoice in the moments known love could damage my grave state.

Copyright © Jonathan Michael Conlon | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
I studied your Word with care, 
and you wrote my name up there.
I knelt before You in love, 
and You lifted me up like a dove. 
I gave this short life that belonged to me, 
and You gave me a perfect eternity.
You rose from your tomb,
So we could forever bloom.

Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die.  -John 11:25-26

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |
The signs are here, for all to see,
The thunder clouds, the dying tree.
The shining lights, that draw you near,
Loud heavy music, in your ear.

By word of mouth, or through cyber space,
The hidden pictures, of your face,
The northern lights, are dancing south,
The rumours you hear, by word of mouth.

The sign are falling, from the sky,
Raining stars, on the passers by,
While the battle rages, on underground,
The innocent dying, without a sound.

The cries of heaven, the screams in hell,
That no one hears, down in this well,
The terrible beauty, the open wound,
The innocent babies, in open tombs.
For all to see, for all to hear,
The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear.

The birds are falling, the fishes drowned,
What once was up, has now become down,
The tender and loving, an empty shell,
The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell.

The signs are here, for all to see,
Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea.

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
At Gabriels feet, weighted down by the wages of sin
As the last angel falls, the fight for mankind will begin
Should we cower and kneel for forgiveness our only request
Or stand shoulder to shoulder, believing humanity's blessed

Will a Christ rise among us, embracing the lost and the lame
As we huddle in silence, tattooed by the scars of our shame
It's been a Lifetime since you've held the desire to forgive
And longer again since you've Known what it feels like to live

Well friend, I have travelled that road and I wish you Godspeed
A world that is fed by its ego, is devoured by its greed
When the tempest has gone and we're stood in the eye of the storm
Will you offer your robes to a brother a - keeping him warm

Life's but a passing of time we've been waiting to kill
We've pushed to the limits the patience of Gods holy will
Do you swear in all conscience, your conscience is crystal and clear
Now you're empty inside with no room for salvation or fear

When desire determines the life you've been longing to lead
And your conscience is coloured, by only the will to succeed
Will you climb on the shoulders of others subdued by the pain
Will you fall on your feet or your back, will it drive you insane

As eternity falls, to the flickering light of the Flame
You'll wait with the patience of Job 'til He calls out your name
Has it gone as you've planned, now there's only the children to save
Has it been all you've ever imagined, from cradle to grave

Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

It’s because of Jesus, that I’m here today!
I will serve him!  All of my days!

It’s because of his mercy, 
and love so sweet…
That I can lay all of my worries
 at his feet!

It’s because of the times
 he’s helped me…
He did this, because
 he loves me!

It’s because of his firm and guiding hand…
Everything I go through…  
He understands!

It’s because of all this and so much more…
It’s him that I praise, 
worship and adore!

This same Jesus is also here to YOU!
Won’t you receive him? 
 What will you do?

By Jim Pemberton    07/29/13

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
I sit alone and wonder why
Why don’t I have the guts to die?

There’s nothing new that can be done
There’s nothing true that can be won

I look around me as I sigh
Eyes clear, I see the great big Lie

“It was for you that Christ has died,”
is what you’re saying smug with pride

It is your pride that makes me sick,
With that you’ve made it all a trick

And if you knew your history,
You’d see you’re holy for a fee

You know it’s just yourself you serve,
You know you have a lot of nerve

Why do you lie, and to yourself?
I see you do it for your health

Until your eyes are opened wide,
You’ll never know that you have lied

But when you do, you’ll gnash your teeth
And moles will laugh from underneath

Around, around, around I go,
But I don’t move, that much I know.

My life, it’s just the same old skit,
I’m coming closer bit by bit

There is no place I’ve ever fit,
In hell, you think I’ll finally sit

I want to die, I think I can,
So how am I to do it then?

I think I’ll shoot between my lips,
I only hope my hand won’t slip

The gun I want, it’s down the hall
My brains will fly and then they’ll fall

You will be shocked, you’ll say amazed,
“I did not know she was that crazed.”

You’ll hate my guts, a suicide!
Though do you know I’ve tried and tried?

But, there’s my boy, he’s just a pup,
And I must wait til he grows up

‘Cause if I don’t he will go mad,
For he will think he was too bad

He has a right to try this life,
But is it right to hide the strife?

He is small and so has magic,
He can hide from all things tragic

Like him, I tried this too, but found
That when you’re grown, there’s none around

Now don’t be sly and try to lie,
You see yourself that I must die

Copyright © Susan McDermott | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose |
In bands of endless sand, where life peeked through new
The sunlight swatches skin, beneath cooked antique cloth 
Natives abide the ceased courier, pigeons plucking past
Markets marked with clenched jaws, gravel grinded toes

Cities etched by tribal cleave as dusty binoculars blur
Mothers bearing children under an ever-blackened flag
Godforsaken region once held clues of cradles edge
Now crimson tears sift throughout the ink of lost ideals

Below a leafy marquee, is aweary child in slumber
To all, his eyes manifest
To them, merely function
Beautifully resting, looped in imaginations elastic

Rituals rip open eyes, he is trained under the creed
Final duty done today, under misguided mutiny
Forfeited, as another guessed loanee of the gods

Out, out!
Tender light
Through the open window that is life
Illuminates eternity 
Mingling between sun and sea
Little soul extinguishing the flames

Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Come here, I say, come closer
Let me tell you 'bout a tale
You're young, you can learn from this
So be sure to listen well
A gathered clan of kinsmen
I'd say the number equaled twelve
Each one found a higher calling
Forged by the Good Shepherd Himself
He brought these men together
They broke bread, then shared a pact
Nothing happens to the Master
Or one of us must spring to act
That day came as expected
He was charged with several crimes
The least brave of the twelve
Knocked on the door, knocked several times
They took Him, Roman soldiers
What do we do? I am afraid
By the time someone took action
He was deep within the grave

Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Life is an adventure, a voyage to forever.
An escapade where man explores his soul,
An expedition with great risk…decisions.
A place to gamble with eternity…or not.
Speculation has grave dangers.
Search scriptures and embrace faith.

We are responsible for our choices.
Reduce risk during life’s undertaking.
Be encouraged and endeavour to choose right.
Make godly choices part of your pursuit.
Soar into forever by fulfilling life’s mission.
No need to speculate; the project was outlined. 

Man’s main mission is to become like God.
We in their image were created by them.
We were taught by Jesus Christ’s example.
He overcame the grave by resurrection…for sin.
Study scriptures and choose to be faithful
And approved…at final judgement!

Ó November 21, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
Once or twice
I will be nice
And then I'm absolutely done
Not one more warning
No more mournings
Back to square one
I am the Lord
Cannot afford
Mistakes you've made
Stick to the Plan
Results in Hand
Left in the grave

Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012