Death Atheist Poems | Examples
These Death Atheist poems are examples of Atheist poems about Death. These are the best examples of Atheist Death poems written by international poets.
In shadow's tomb—
A dim, aimless flicker...
Void's grip, timeless
claims all.
Fantomsound: life's song is just a cognition in the null.
Rain, pain—
Stardust, dust, flesh
patternless on oblivions loom.
Decay's dance a molderwaltz,
Fingers grasp at phantoms
no hope
Peace in the abyss's open arms. Not…
Unveiled—darkness, despair's shroud
enigma's veil.
Hearts, no soul, toll; unpaid.
Dreams surrendered.
Woe's tale on wastesphere's icy breath.
Void's sigh,
Sun bleeds on the endless fight.
Souls adrift, yearning
churning, burning
Accept, the void's silent
starlit song mute.
From nothing, is nothing, in nothing /
to nothing, for nothing
Fade to black...
"You are a bug!
I step on a bug!"
Said God,
A thug.
A hostile climate
Of alternating seasons:
Desire and Loss.
A stone ripples the pond.
To quell the ripples,
Un-throw the stone.
To quiet the mind,
Focus on the breath.
To focus on the breath,
Quiet the mind.
When motion embraces stillness like a lover,
You’ll find your point of balance.
We are ever at the moment of death,
Watching life flash before our eyes.
The essence of reality is un-individuated.
Like drops of water, we all return to the source.
The concrete we walk upon
The rock face we just climbed
It’s all just solidified dust
That somehow found design
The grass in meadows below
The trees in forests behind
It’s all just carbon atoms
That somehow recombined
The water in our oceans
The oxygen our lungs refine
It’s all just gaseous elements
That’s somehow in decline
The space in our cosmos
The conscience in our minds
It’s all just part of being alive
That somehow dies over time
The belief in redemption
The heaven we wish to find
It’s all just hopes and prayers
That somehow this poem is blind.
By
David kavanagh
The Truth
Jesus, Jesus…
Please,
bless this house,
as I am only,
a small
mouse.
I need you daily,
from sun’s bright show,
to moon’s bright glow,
in the dead of all that’s night…
Thank you for all…
that… You… do.
Thank you far more…
for what I don’t know,
You do…
I lift You up…
in my heart,
it is the right way to start;
every day that I draw breath,
until the day of my death.
I know you will say my name,
and I will know of heaven’s home,
as all your promises are in the tome.
You are my Savior King.
Look up, time is near... do not fear... cheer...!
My City Cowboy
You don't wear boots,
not the fancy ones...
unless there is a;
marriage, birth or death.
Otherwise, it is work shoes,
steel-toed,
and seldom shiny.
Plain or plaid shirt,
maybe a Harley souvenir,
from a ride...
But on Sundays,
mom's perfect handmade vest.
Strong in the bible,
mighty to lend a hand.
someone,
everyone wants to know.
A good man,
a kind man,
the last man to stand down,
the first man to rise.
Tall on his knees,
careful of his pride.
Humble to his brother,
ever to be a friend.
The world has nearly lost,
the plain heroes of our lives.
Clear and still visible,
to us wives!
Words that Hurt
…
Fill in the blank.
…
Keep writing.
…
Stop crying.
…
Pray.
See.
It worked.
Amen.
Head Games
You love to play them.
When you treat me badly,
I let you, as I thought that meant…
I was loving you.
I was wrong.
When you stomped on me,
or often if not always put me last,
I thought it was my accident,
not design.
I was wrong.
Blindness is an affliction of the heart,
the same as the eyes.
Empathy is a band aid to help enablers,
carry their own crosses…
hand-made and ill designed.
Be aware of what is happening.
Take an accounting and do the math.
Are you living with death, to get through life?
Is that living at all? (Get help, seek help!)
Could things be worse?
Yes.
No.
Maybe?
We each must decide.
God knows the right answer.
Ask Him.
[Composed after yet another news headline
of a pastor advocating death to all LGBTQ people]
Christians, Christians,
full of Christian love
If there was a god he'd smash
them flat from up above.
Slaying all bible verse
He danced his words to heights
He was
The one
He never grew
The child always fresh
He had no lovers
Only fans
Death came inside a tear
Loneliness incubated fears
Dancing on the moon
Alone
Let not your heart be troubled, please let it be at rest
God knows what he is doing, God knows what is best.
God is to wise, to wise to make a mistake,
God has no time for shade, and no room to hate.
Let not your heart be troubled, please let it be at peace
all depression, pain, sorrow, and tears please please cease
You are only human, with a big heart I see,
be gentle and be easy, do this just for me.
Trouble may be here, but Trouble don't last always
The Sun is coming, and you will see better days
God will bring you through, don't you ever doubt.
There is power in your praise, please push your praise out.
Let not your heart be troubled!!!