Best Atheism Poems
A Message From An Atheist Of Pakistan
Angels are real, and ghosts are fake,
They live in heaven,they drink milkshakes,
We are dying and they are eating cake,
Enough is enough don't push us for god's sake,
We are peaceful but we also know how to break.
Written By Abad Ur Rehman Khan
She left the tent in holy fervor,
Hell-bent to spread the Word.
The Spirit moved and made her quiver;
No act of faith was too absurd.
She knocked on doors, she spoke with zeal,
Her faith she shared in earnest.
There was no doubt God’s love is real:
His justice is the sternest.
I asked what other gods contend
For space inside her pretty head.
Might Yahweh, Allah or Shiva rend
The veil between gods ‘live and dead?
Do you beseech the Norse god Thor,
Once favored by the common folk?
The Son of Odin is heard no more.
What power broke that yoke?
For love there was an Aphrodite,
For war the Greek god Ares.
Athena’s wisdom eclipsed the mighty,
As Apollo‘s virtues the Virgin Mary‘s.
Though long I queried with due respect,
She unyielding kept her patience.
“On Jesus only I reflect;
To Him I owe allegiance.”
One god only fills her life -
It severs her from me.
I trust in reason, yet love my wife
With faith in one less god than she.
Mi: Does God eat his boogers?
Eu: No of course God doesn't eat his boogers.
Mi: But I thought God could do anything.
Eu: Well he could eat his boogers but he just wouldn't.
Mi: So he does have boogers.
Eu: I don't know, I don't think God has boogers.
Mi: God can have anything he wants.
Eu: I don't think he wants boogers.
Mi: I don't think we can understand the mind of God.
Eu: We can't.
Mi: Maybe god is a booger.
Eu: God's not a booger.
Mi: But if God is all things, he's an all-knowing booger.
Eu: Stop it.
Mi: He's a wrathful all-knowing booger.
Eu: I'm not talking to you anymore.
Behind Summer's fullness
richness,
nutritional and nurturing sunlight
empowering bounty
Lies another deep
darker sacred truth
of EarthTribe's inevitable mortality,
death
loss
cosmic stress
universal trauma
MonoTheistic distrust,
disaster,
despair
of patriarchal autonomous
lonely at the top
supremacy
MonoPolistic colonizing,
divisive,
aggressive,
violent,
rapacious,
racist,
sexist,
terrorist
climatic pathology
MonoCulturing Straight Western Male
historic white
protagonist light,
choosing win/lose inside voices
over win/win outside choices
is not so healthily bright
Against deep dark green
ecofeminist
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-arising bicameral
panentheistic empowering
harmonic mindful balance,
EarthTribally accessible
democratic co-enlightenment.
Atheism
When I grew up
I stopped believing in God
Toys belong to the young
And Santa fanatics
Yet
I leave small light on
In my bedroom at night
The fear of darkness
Never left me
Yet
I know Christianity had
Taken hold of me
The darkness of the sinner
Never left me
Yet
I believe in the day
The truth must not be hidden
In Churches` recesses
Yet
Blood splash on walls tinsel
On the ground
New Year Eve in Istanbul
The fear never left
Yet
I saw a happy child play in a puddle.
Atheism is a kind of drowning
Gasping Hope, as gasping air
The breath I took was not of brine
But a breath of full Despair
A vessel, knowing no rust, nor wreck
Appears – from timeless Beyond
A Captain extends His hand – and shouts:
Come on! Come on!
Will you take the Captain’s hand?
And leave this storm-tossed sea?
Will you board His sterling craft?
To sail beautifully?
Or – will you cast away salvation’s hand
As the demons of horn-filled hell
And sink unto the darkened pit
Where the Tempter dwells?
I used to believe in God, I did
As I was growing up
Being taught of heaven & love & peace
To respect the man above!!
But growing up I've realised, it's just a nasty scam
Believing in a world which takes the lives of innocent children, women & man!
They say if you look with your heart high above, you sense the ones you have lost
But surely if that God man had any morals, they would be here no matter the cost?
Lives being taken every day, some don't breathe or even get to grow up
Too many go young, too many go in pain & too many don't even know
It judges the fact if that God is so good, those innocents wouldn't even have to go!
Yet their are murderers, rapists & worse, that are allowed to live nice & free
Plotting who's next on deaths murder list, who has upset them this week!
But nothing is done they still live & breathe, whilst creating crimes all the time
Living like thugs & acting like them too, yet they're still breathing, living their life!
So why would you worship someone who takes all the bests & leave all the bad to survive?
While innocents strive to fight for their lives, just to apparently fill up his heaven, his home
This is why I cannot believe that this God even really exists, a fairytale, a nursery rhyme, maybe even a myth
Just Look into your own hearts people, would you take the good & leave the crime, would you prefer to live around Criminals & murderers? Than the good people that will cherish that time?
So for me he will hale from some mans fairy tale until he realises what he does is wrong! If a person kills innocents he sent to jail n put to death, but gods doing the same but he's hailed as a saint, that's how messed up this world really is!!!!!
Earth has no special vantage point
Even in the Milky Way village
We see as we would from Andromeda
Scientists do measurements, math
But none knows the when, why, who?
At the start, before Laws, before big bang
Now, if expanding universe, speeds up too
The when and why become clearer
After the first quarter of 12 billion years
The mass in dark energy exceeded all
So, it seems each universe sits atop
A black hole, warping in time space fabric
As do each universe, every universe
And it could go on for Eternity
Excuse me Dr. Guth, but cosmic inflation
Sounds like explanations, yet confusion
Why all laws of physics would go away
So you might give us a bang in the big bang
"You are a bug!
I step on a bug!"
Said God,
A thug.
"Mommy, is god everywhere?"
"Yes, honey, god is everywhere."
"Does that mean god's in the toilet?"
"I suppose so."
"If I flush god is he still in the toilet?"
"Yes, he'd still be there."
"Is god in the pus from a popped pimple?"
"Go cut me a switch so I can give you a whipping."
Eyes wide in wonder I entered the chapel
a curious child
through the back door of the church
candles twinkling in the dim light
streaming through the stained glass
like colored candy
like lollipops
statues of saints standing sentry in silence
staring soullessly
I startled for a moment as I thought I saw one move
an illusion of light and shadow
from the flames flitting and flickering
the white wax melting and pooling
Veiled women and bearded men with sandaled feet
A man’s body bloodied and broken
held in his mourning mother’s arms
carved in marble
Morbid monuments to cruelty
A shrine to suffering
The air heavy as velvet curtains
The scent of incense suffocating
The ambiance eerie and funereal
Was he watching me? Was he here?
I called out
my voice echoing off the brick and stone
There was no answer
I was alone
She is anxious
Like the rushing wind
She bleeds worry
Because she fears within
She is insecure, an exposed doubt
Vulnerable to rejection, to the
Unlocked shame, regret
So dark it has no name
She is afraid to listen
To the sunlight and the stars
As they dust her feelings
With gentling whispers, kisses
Like reflections of kindness
Wonders dancing to the silence,
Singing grace over the night
Releasing her from the darkness
She is troubled by the waves
Pain, dread – dismay
Wherever her heart smiles
There seems to be self-doubt
Clouding the caress
That might give her stress reprieve,
Her worry – comfort and support,
Releasing her from the shadows
With reflections of sweetest joy
She isn’t my friend yet
She doesn’t trust the intentions
When I give her my best gift,
A mention of His spirit,
But, I hope – one day, she will listen
When I tell her that there is hope
It is written in His book
And on the hearts of those who know
He is the reason there is love
That destroys every worry – LOVE
That releases the heart from the darkness
Bringing light that erases all burdens!
Someday, I hope she listens…
To the calling of His gentleness,
To the courage that created us,
The still, small voice that is trembling…
Eager to convict and bring salvation to her,
Writing her name in His book of life…
With a pen that erases all pain and strife!
Pick-A-Title, Vol 34 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: 3.) Navigating Through Life's Highway
January 22, 2023
VIII.
Chris had done lots of studying in school,
and then logically came to understand
that there was no deity in this world,
there was just matter, life, and then humans.
And for several years this just simplified things,
he felt smart, and could see the world with reason,
even felt bad for those folks ‘trapped’ by faith,
would often joke about them to have some fun.
But as Chris was approaching his thirties,
some troubling thoughts were bubbling up,
when he started asking moral questions
his understanding got even more rough.
He thought that all morals were relative,
but if so were they even morals at all?
If you only did what you had power to
then did the powerful make moral calls?
He noticed that his atheistic friends
never really could go draw a hard line,
they’d do what they wanted and afterwards
think up fine-sounding words to justify.
He found that friends who still were believers
were better people, more often than not.
They were not perfect by any means, no,
what group of people is free or all rot?
They also seemed to have kids and family,
while the other side seemed mostly alone,
it made Chris wonder what he really valued,
what it would take to have a happy home?
And when it came to physics, the universe,
he increasingly was coming to find
his reason could answer the ‘how’ well enough,
but it was useless when it came to the ‘why?’
Yes, Chris realized, later than most folk do,
no one can escape existential pain,
to be a man is to live with not knowing,
because human nature just doesn’t change.
The Bigman
When you speak to The Bigman
don’t mention me
I don’t know who I am yet, so please
When you do they prayers you were trained to believe
Don’t mention me
He never helped
when I was down and out
He never came
was nowhere to be found
Though I prayed
most minutes of every day
for Him to stop by
or at least keep me safe
Though I waited and begged
for Him to make things better
He never came
no text, no call, no letter
And I am sick of having arguments
with things I cannot see
so, when you speak to The Bigman
don’t mention me
No, I cannot believe
in what I cannot see
and I cannot touch
what has never touched me
Never been seen
or proved to be
so, if you speak to The Bigman
don’t mention me
fog
by michael r. burch
ur just a bit of fluff
drifting out over the ocean,
unleashing an atom of rain,
causing a minor commotion,
for which u expect awesome GODS
to pay u SUPREME DEVOTION!
... but ur just a smidgen of mist
unlikely to be missed...
where did u get the notion?