Best Belief Poems

Belief

in a Heaven

after death on this earth?

Is it true or a fairy tale?

Is death just an eternal rest of wait,

for God's final trumpet call, when

all will be immortal?

Soul with spirit,

again.

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August 25, 2018


Poetry/Rictameter/Belief
Copyright Protected, ID 1054-774-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym....

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Fragile
humanity.
Haunted by a world of 
divisive 'isms' and phobia,
Struggling
to find a voice, aching to live.
The gentle embrace of
a child. Sweet hope
takes wing.




*'isms' - things like racism, sexism, consumerism, cannibalism... the list can be extensive. 

2.12.2016...

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Amidst the thunders and in the rain shower,

Still the feeling to go and be ahead the lightened tower,

Why Oh fisherman, do you wish to trade this water,

For you know today the weather doesn’t look any safer,

But he said, in my heart all I can remember,

Is...

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Don't worry if you're making waves simply by being yourself. The moon does it all the time. ~ Scott Stabile



Silence sings
	To the hungry soul
Baptizing night
	In whispers of moonlight

Painting the morning
	In a lemony sunshine
Breathing tenderness
	On butterfly wings

Gentling the storm
	With rain’s sudden visit
Warming the winter
	By devoted fresh...

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Because I write
they look down on me
or am I mistaken?...

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Life is but a fleeting whisper echoing through time,
never dying, always being- magnificent and sublime.
The body's a receptacle, a superficial shell,
but in it dwells the gift of Soul; eternity knows it well.

The Soul contains the truths of life,
to all that's ever been;
to all things now,...

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What is the gift the Creator doth give?
Providing a purpose for which to live.
It could be the consciousness He gave man.
The awareness we’re part of His grand plan.

Faith and trust in what’s physically not seen.
An eternal life, but what does that mean?
Thoughts that come to...

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what happens to those words we say
that speak in silence when we pray?

do they remain inside our head
to die with us when we are dead?

or do they echo off the walls
of bedrooms, churches, schools and halls

to fall upon the silent ground
and lie unheard and lost...

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If only I could respond to this woman who shrieks
Who knows so little about whereof she speaks,
Belittles comments she so desperately seeks
Her social and political rantings go on for weeks.

I am amazed that her poetry is so ungrammatical
We would all be better off if she...

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Am I less a Christian
Because I do not shout it from the mountain top?
Am I less a Christian
Because I do not think about religion nonstop?

Am I less a Christian
Because I do not wear my faith on my sleeve?
Am I less a Christian
Because I think it...

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The Powerhouse Within Us.
.
The powerhouse in each one of us
When activated by self belief faith and prayer
Often lays dormant in slumber
Even though it’ always there
.
There is nothing that can’t be done
We all have the potential to achieve
All our earnest desires and heartfelt dreams
If only we...

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You better believe it 
When I say this because, 
Here before you I sit ...
The one and only, Santa Claus 

When I say this because 
... I want you to believe, 
The one and only, Santa Claus 
Your eyes do not deceive 

I want you...

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the sun out there
somewhere
somehow
just asking
for a little faith



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~DARK CLOUDS~ 2020

AP: 2nd place 2020

Submitted on November 2, 2022 for contest 2022 POETRY MARATHON MILE 19 sponsored by MARK TONEY

Originally posted on December 23, 2019...

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In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
It lifts to pull me from my body’s inquisition
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!

Streams of hope and mountains of grace directing my fate
To where the souls jubilation hungers...

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In fact, at first, 
By fiction’s thirst,
To thrust my sight in curse,
‘Tween nurse and verse,
For better, for worse,
At least I can rehearse.

Before the former:
A stench in fallacy’s flame,
Neurosis is but a game. 
After all the latter’s the same:
Whether I meld or maim. 

When the flames...

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