Religion Atheist Poems | Examples
These Religion Atheist poems are examples of Atheist poems about Religion. These are the best examples of Atheist Religion poems written by international poets.
A beggar grabbed my hand and cried for some spare change.
At first, I offered him a sweet memory of food or a tasteless sip of divine water, but he asked for money.
I had a heavy coin and gave it to him.
I wondered why he took only the money, and when he saw it, he immediately placed it in a different spot.
I asked why.
I offered you food and water—you rejected both, and now you hide the coin.
He said it was the most different one, and if he didn’t hide it, other people would start accusing him that the coin was wrong, that it shouldn’t be used—because its print was different, because its color didn’t match theirs.
Who benefits from my belief?
Because the last I checked it wasn't me
I mean I am a black girl
Living In a racist misogynistic world
Because why would I worship a god who allowed my people to suffer
Yet caters to the needs of our oppressors
Allows them to call us s
Why would I believe
Why would I worship
Why would I pray
To a god who ignored my ancestors
Please go ahead
Make me understand
How your god created this world
But allows racism
So tell me how religion benefits a black person
Because to me and many others
It seems like a weapon
To keep us broken
In a world that sees us as subhuman
As 'god' watches us suffer
Whilst having the power
To fix this problem
So I ask again
Who benefits from my belief
The only correct answer
Is those who don't look like me
So why would I subscribe
To a religion
To a god
Who clearly hates me
Roll back the tides of time, and tell,
Of ancient books of myths, of hell,
Of temperance, nuns succumbed to gloom,
Entombed within their living tombs,
Of monks, and saints, and gospel song,
Born gently by the breeze, along,
Of deep toned organs' peeling swells,
Of virgins, Mary, and funeral knells,
Of dim-lit cells and penance loaned,
Which can for one's darkest deeds, atone,
Look back and lift the veil of night,
And view the man, the anchorite,
There he sits, so sad, so pale,
Shuddering at superstition's tale,
Crossing his chest with meager hand,
While saints and priests, a motley band,
Array before him to urge their claim,
To heal, in the Redeemer's name,
To climb the heavenly ladder, made,
By every patron, of every grade,
From wealthy abbot, fat and fair,
To starving child, withering there,
All of them eager to usher in,
The soul, ransomed by It's sin,
And tell me hapless bigot, why,
For what, for whom did Jesus die,
If pyramids and statues of saints must rise,
To form the passage to the skies,
Would you think man can wipe away,
With what but penance, day by day,
One single sin, too dark to fade,
Beneath a bleeding Savior's shade.
Yes, indeed we have a new Pope.
I wonder, however, if we have a new hope.
As a matter of facts, we have two popes:
One is active and the other is passive,
Which means that one is inactive,
The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks,
Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals,
By resigning his post,
By becoming a different host.
He is still a holy man, in accordance to the latest polls,
A courageous priest, who reminds us,
That man is immortal and fallible.
Pope Benedict is enjoying his golden hiatus,
His retirement in a humanely divine castle.
I don't know much about the new one.
I can only hope that he is someone,
Who's at least similar or equal,
To the former, who was wise and simple.
May God bless his soul,
‘Cause he was able to realize
That he was becoming unable
To lead effectively, and to prioritize.
As a matter of facts, habemus duo popes,
Yes, indeed, habemus duo pontifices.
Hebert Logerie Sunday, March 17, 2013
ETERNAL QUESTION
We all live in a world full of belief
Yet often with little understanding
And sciences too, deep at its roots
Religious compliance when it suits
Yet with a loyalty to the branding
And for some, can still offer relief
Ready-made answers for unknowns
Especially if there’s to be no analysis
A link to God doesn’t need religion
Yet faith still does require a decision
Some think technology is its nemesis
Like reading prayers on their phones
A supreme being can be a soft option
Even seen as a diamond in the rough
All is then done and dusted in one go
The book may be all one has to know
Alternative explanations always tough
Religions are over time, a concoction
Some claim a special insight or vision
And gaining that special pass to Bliss
Paying the ferryman to cross the Styx
As the Devil is always up to his tricks
Other options might be easy to miss
So hold back on all that easy derision
Why is that so ?
One should come and go,
To the end we can't say no,
In Front of reality, all should bow.
If we are here to die,
For what reason and why ?
Had to leave in the middle the delicious pie,
Happens all of a sudden can't even say bye.
Gotta leave because of our sin ?
I've seen the god ones have also lean,
So, why be good all the way,
If it's already written, "that's what they say”?
Is this the simulation are we on ?
Born with the truth death and born,
Starts with a voice and ends with a mourn.
So, why be a servant? Why be ruled ?
By being good, if death can't be fooled ?
If it's easy to be worst then be good,
I think that's why becomes so, I would.
Watching Them Wait
Lola's fingers tremble around her beads,
Her lips move, soundless prayers;
While outside, weeds
Push through cracked leads -
Life finds a way, who cares?
I can't grasp their dread of death,
This urge to bargain, plead;
Each day's a breath
Of joy, of meth -
Why beg for more to heed?
What bugs me most: they're wasting time,
Eyes fixed on pearly gates;
While church bells chime,
They miss life's prime,
As if it's heaven that waits.
They're blind to now - the pub's last call,
A friend's impromptu gig
The night's free-fall,
Some stranger's sprawl
Moments both small and big.
I want to yell, "Oi!! Look alive!!!"
But who am I to judge?
They'll strive and strive,
Half-dead, half-alive,
While I down another fudge.
So let them pray, let them dream,
Of some grand aftershow;
I'll grab ice cream,
Watch a Dota 2 team,
And all this messy now.
The ring depicts a promise of fidelity.
I smile as you stand in your cloak.
That headgear is the symbol of the tongues of fire.
I smile as you receive that formal mitre,
while that pastoral staff is a shepherd's crook.
I smile as I know that staff will be used
to smite a great oaken door.
I smile as I hear that resonant bong;
I see that ring with its diocesan crest.
You say you will pledge yourself to those who gaze.
A ring on that hand,
that hand holds a staff,
the staff smites a door.
I smile as a non-believer,
though it is a smile of great affection.
(7 May 2024)
If God is able and willing to prevent evil,
Then why doesn’t He always prevent it?
If God is able, but unwilling, to prevent evil,
Then doesn’t that make Him complicit to it?
If God is willing, but unable, to prevent evil,
Then why claim that He is omnipotent?
If God is not willing or able to do good or prevent evil,
Then, why do people claim He is relevant?
If God is just a voyeur to Man’s good and evil,
Then why claim His motives are benevolent?
If, as you claim, God seems to exist,
Then why do these questions seem to persist?
The rows and pews, the uproar of pain
Saint's can't tame
Hold your hands,
pray for the one up above-- confess your sins before the statue
The symbol of beauty
of grace and fatigue
Let the veil lift from damaged eyes
Call the Lord; the savior to all
Fall to your knees
A Holy sanctuary of angelic sinners
Let the blessed come forth to the purest of light,
have your love turn to anguish as the flames dance
Tickling your skin
Let it lap at the scraps like all rabid dogs; hungry for a taste-- one of blood
Crystal white and lush velvet
A cacophony--
one to clash, dance, form beauty
One for the Devil to lust, one for the Lord in vain
Bruised knees
Pointed hands
The screams are visible through stained-glass windows
When it's all burning, we're all laughing
the Sinners and Saints
Our saviour watches from the ash, the smoke, the flecks of human
No longer is Death a foe;
only an old friend
Once it's all gone, it reins
I learned from Speaker Shaikh sahib's lecture that the Quran contains the recorded Sunnah(practices)of all times.The essence of the Quranic verses conveys the Sunnah of Allah,the Sunnah of all Messengers and Prophets.
These aspects are briefly mentioned in the Quranic verses.Additionally,I discovered that the most beautiful events and Hadiths(sayings and their Actions)of all the Prophets and Messengers,including the events of the Day
of Judgment,are also briefly mentioned in the Quranic verses.The Quran truly manifests these Ahsanul Hadeeths(excellent most beautiful narratives for the Guidance of Mankind).International Islamic Propagation Centre Canada.IIPC.
1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn
the very practices that religion condemns,
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between two consenting
adults,then it should be permitted.
5.It is an act that is morally or naturally wrong and it should
be punished by law.
A Wise Woman
They say a wide woman should build her house, but what about the piggish man with mannish mannerisms? He’s filled with doggie treats and dogma. Ladies, let me give you the T with your Danish. Excuse me while I arrange my dress, so you won’t undress my unholy ways with your grotesque eyes. Unless you’re distressed and under religious duress, if not then I digress.
Disdained, but my head is held high. Once upon a time, I drowned in biblical verses filled with curses. I tried to stay afloat but struggled to deal with a defiled bed. I had to give head on Sunday but realized I was headed for self-destruction but had to still keep the Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. For whatever it’s worth.
As a First Lady, I was always instructed to be a wise woman. following Proverbs made problematic predictions for me. I ended up impregnated under false fallacies. To a Jack and Jill went up the hill fables constantly in my ear. The Layman stays late to receive prayers while the holy enjoy extra curriculum, and activities anointed by god.
We love those church bells,
do we not? Such chimes, such rings!
Are you a churchy type?
Or, like me, are you not?
Those bells we hear here
do have a rather angelic sound
(though, as we know, there are no angels).
But what a voice they have, those bells.
You don't do church, then -
like me and so many others?
But almost supersonic, those rings -
chimes that are quite a joy.
And they do bring to us
a historical flavour.
It enters our ears and hearts,
enters our ears and minds.
You have no religion, then -
that old-fashioned, out-of-date stuff?
Yet those bells send a sweet tang, zing,
almost a poignancy - sometimes sorrow, often happiness.
Ah, yes, we stand at that west end,
absorb those bells, that zing, that flavour.
We almost drink them, wear them -
yes, cherish and wear those rings.
(30 Dec 2022)
People have a spirit-shaped need within
Regardless of culture, faith tradition
Atheists et al are as gifted, giving, gregarious
You & families be blessed by The Universe
Every where without religion, good is done
Relationship, not religion, will heal all around
NOTE: Prayer can be communing with Earth (Mother Nature), the Universe, or People of integrity, even if dead today. We are leaving the heavy, weighty Earth plane, & interacting - in Lincoln's words - with the better angels of our nature. Shalom shalom, peace, Eeirene