Best Blaspheming Poems
And because iniquity shall abound,
the love of many shall wax cold
Matt. 24:12
In the depths of their heart
is a frozen soul
Mean spirited, cruel and hateful
They got a downright nasty attitude,
will cuss you out just because
Don’t need no particular reason why
Their innermost desire towards someone
is wishing they would die
Having no real affection for friend or foe,
they’re incapable of experiencing love
Their hatelust is grand and bold,
they got a rocky heart canyon of cold
In the bottom of their heart
is buried a frozen soul
They dwell among the dead things,
and move in the midst of the living
Stone cold wax that don’t melt,
evil thoughts and feelings feed this arctic flame
They love blaspheming God’s holy name
But the wick on their cold candle is short,
there is no heat emanating from their heart
They just keep heaping hate,
upon hate upon hate
on the passing compassion collection plate
As I pray for them ...
hoping it’s not too late,
too late ... it’s gotten too late
For them to pass through the pearly gate
They’d rather stay in their arctic fortress below:
Letting their frozen heart
gather more ice and snow
in the hell canyon of cold
Categories:
blaspheming, dark, heart, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Miss Garner, Miss Garner. I HATE your Gymkhana,
I loathe every second it's run.
I dread all those horses and obstacle courses,
and everyone else having fun.
Now Mummy is frantic, the panic gigantic;
my pony won't go in the box.
She's shouting and screaming (and often blaspheming),
when Dobbin sits down on his hocks.
We stop in a field, by others well heeled,
their lorries all parked in neat rows.
My Dobbin looks grotty, all rumpled and spotty;
their ponies are plaited in bows.
I get in Show Jumping my usual dumping,
when Dobbin refuses the last.
I'm beat in the Bending (and cry without ending);
my pony is not very fast.
You're calling my name? Is this all a game?
And now you are pointing at me?
What me in the line, at Prize Giving time?
Oh, my? Have you answered my plea?
Miss Garner, Miss Garner. I LOVE your Gymkhana!
It's been such a jolly good thrash.
The Rosette I won has made it such fun;
my Dobbin has got a bran mash!
~
For Francine Roberts' "Children in Rhyme" Contest by Charles Clive.
Categories:
blaspheming, children, sports,
Form:
Verse
Remember me well ....and remember my God.
The stay of my soul was the strength of His Word.
The Heathen, the Godless keep shouting 'Good God!! '
That's not blaspheming; that's praising the Lord.
How often I've heard them - they cry out ...'Thank God!! '.
If only they knew - they're now saved from The Sword.
My unflinching faith, shows a Marvellous God.
I truly am blessed by His Staff and His Rod.
And though you have seen that I spread the Good Word.
I rejoiced as they scoffed, and my spirit high soared.
For a man that saves souls, this surely seems odd.
But the Scriptures don't lie!!! ... men will forsake God!
So I marvel at God; how He fashioned Creation
He furnished a globe with no form or foundation.
The balance of nature in a six-day construction!?
I marvel indeed; That's from 'odd' to 'perfection'!
I marvel at God for His Gift to each Nation.
Despite our weakness to the evil Seduction
He sent us His Son, who granted Salvation.
I marvel indeed; Here's an 'Ode To Perfection'!
I marvel at God that He gave us 'decision'
Some call it 'free will', no God-intervention.
Few have the wisdom to choose the God-option.
I marvel indeed; must be 'owed to perfection'!
I marvel at God for the Worded Prediction.
Within this Good Book lies the Sacred Solution.
But many still doubt and lack predilection???
I marvel indeed; ......I am 'awed to perfection'!!!
So remember my God and remember The Lord.
Agnostics and Atheists you're welcome aboard.
We broke the First Rule and severed The Cord...
Which bound us to Nature - and also to God.
We purchased a God-wrath we could not afford.
Now suffering and pain in abundance is stored.
Why do you lay blame at the Feet of my God?
The fault was all yours, and your judgement was flawed.
You did not heed warning as you gnawed at that gourd.
You craved for more knowledge - instructions ignored.
That serpent was wily but did not defraud,
We did not drop dead ...but we'll die! That's assured!!
We ate of that Fruit - and now we're like 'god'!
That 'knowledge of evil'? .....our dreaded reward!
Categories:
blaspheming, christian, creation, humanity, pain,
Form:
Verse
A Wonder without an Identity
A poem by : Abdel latif Moubarak … Egypt
Translate by : Fawzy Al-Shalabi
A Wonder without an Identity
And the secret remains in your eyes a pearl
Expressing…everything which wasn't
So granted the heart a skater
And when the nights are narrowed us to live
Besieging us bundles of love sometimes
Trait of a thing… we aware …and touch
Lives in vibrations of the lightening
A wonder without an identity
In the silence was the nectar
And sneakily blaspheming in the pulse was the fire
Holding light of the hope
Playing surviving melody
Explosion crown of the polluted sadness
In blood…with the tears
And still a pleasure there in your eyes
A fertile nursery…the salvage
To the failures of a catastrophe touch
Sensing you in my blood
Crevices of freshened emotions
To land of such a plant
From the pain of the crowd
An existence
Decanting the sense state
From dispersion of the memory
comment if ya can,
Categories:
blaspheming, love,
Form:
Free verse
A fallen angel
Burst in flames and tumble down
Here lies the Devil and friends
Stealing souls to waste
Making mockeries of God
Blaspheming all the way down
Categories:
blaspheming, faith, religion, boy,
Form:
Choka
blessing
sacred, divine
canonizing, sanctifying, extolling
endorsement, warrant, malediction, profane
vilifying, blaspheming, tormenting
wretched, damnable
curse
hope
desperate, cheerful
cherishing, reviving, encouraging
faith, expectation, desperation, anguish
feeling, drowning, dreading
profound, terrible
despair
Date posted: 07/28/2021
Categories:
blaspheming, creation, poetry, words,
Form:
Diamante
There are many colors in a rainbow
Red, orange, green,blue, purple,violet, pink,and yellow
To be exact but what about black Rainbow's are God's
promise and commemoration on how he will end the nation
A gift in a combination of colorful marks
If you don't resemble any of those colors you will
Live to see the gift which is the pearly gates of heaven
Black is excluded because their world will not be destroyed
Rainbow's are fun to look at especially after rain storms
mid-day however, if your gay or living in the rainbow world
blaspheming against God you will be destroyed burned in a lustful fire
Aides! Each person is drawn out and enticed by their own desires
What is meant to be will be
Save yourselves and call on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ
remember the promise and wait for the fulfillment
Categories:
blaspheming, spiritual,
Form:
Epic
Last Laugh
© Ben Burton
Petrified slaves
Worshiping stars
Nobles and knaves
Uncaged in the dark
Gallantly fought
Gamely defended
Quietly wrought
Uproaringly rendered
Hearken to clues
Enriddled in rhyme
Ladled from pews
Instinctively mimed
Fault the accursed
Who spun the foul thread
When empty the purse
Faith's soothsayers fled
Displaying naught
But vanities vows
Savoring thoughts
Of eternal nows
Proclaim not the name
Blaspheming of God
Nothing has changed
Save the fields that are trod
Henceforth to spill
An acre of seed
Girding a will
That nothing impedes
For silence or din
Within lion's lair
No tool born of tin
Could stave life's despair
Words to the wise
The signs yet profess
The worst of all times
Is as good as it gets
Toast to the sun
The one that is true
Birthing the Nun
And dictator, too
Beliefs in disguise
Lies polished with skill
The innocents' eyes
Embrace daffodils
A senseless refrain
To sort wheat from chaff
While omniscient brain
Has the last laugh
Vying to rock
The cradle to sleep
While some in his flock
Keep shearing the sheep
From fishes with lungs
In steady degree
Bi-pedals have sprung
The last tragedy
Categories:
blaspheming, creation, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
An angry crowd was seething as Jesus hung on a crude cross,
Shouting in triumph as if being rid of their albatross,
Condemning the one who came to save all from the curse of sin,
Yelling with rage, “Crucify Him”, over and over again.
Why? What was their rationale?
Why was heaven aloof to the yells of the blaspheming throng?
Jesus screamed out, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken me”,
It’s as though the Father turned His back on His dying Son,
As the blood of Jesus ran from His wounded head, side, and feet.
Why? How could such silence be?
The hostile crowd scoffed as a crown of thorns mocked His dignity,
Not understanding they were killing the very Son of God,
They stripped Him of clothing; brought shame to His humanity,
Humiliated, He breathed his last before the lynch mob.
Why? What had all the ire gained?
At last, as His blood flowed to the hallowed ground of Calvary,
The earth rocked and shared the pain that few seemed to feel,
The Innocent had died for the guilty, those with sin’s malady,
Marks for all time and eternity, before this One all will kneel.
Why? Because Jesus loves us!
Categories:
blaspheming, christian, death, god, gospel,
Form:
Rhyme
Turning pages
Blaspheming churches
Crucifying sages
Causing rages
Turning pages
Wandering mazes
Furthering crazes
Nullifying searches
Turning pages
Erasing phrases
Controlling phases
Dazzling praises
Turning pages
Relenting urges
Escaping cages
Paging ages
Categories:
blaspheming, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
have you lost your mind
not that I'm aware of
just another flat penny train wreck
let's survey the blaspheming survivors
an army of gossiping lawn trolls
have been detected in your garden
do you
a. get out of bed
b. run screaming into the night
c. splash a little more gin
into the horn of screeching hell
that feathered chaos aviary
thronged with hollow boned creatures
squawking their disapproval
memory stolen with our sense of origin
histories plowed into an infertile soil
the old ways must perish from life
digitized of course as a memento
another nest of rubber yardsticks
for the lofty lords of unknowing
nothing to be salvaged from that oblivion
unquestioning at all costs a failure
not of nerve but of curiosity
when meaning slides sideways
and includes far more than intent
and you wonder who is in charge of mystery
words pierce the darkness up to a point
and that's when the thievery starts
and the leg irons bite into flesh
their jackal locksmith dangle the key
hi I'm an anthropologist
and if you don't mind too terribly
I'd like to pry deeper into your case
with a few harmless questions
all that meaning has got to go somewhere
how is it possible to be smart and stupid
at the same time and not know it
meanwhile our vulgarities flourish
clumsily navigating the unspoken reality
noble as a Mafia paycheck
in the cloaked world of two worlds
the hidden system of engineered ignorance
the Planned Insanity Dept.
calling for another lynch mob party
toad licking swamp thing
biggest bang for the bling
its statue missing arms and head
a winged tragic marker for all to see
the fog machine has spoken
Categories:
blaspheming, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Submit my amateur thirst
For urban slaves
With nothing else on my mind
But food for the plague.
It's not the armed that harm the harmless
But this honeyed tongued prince
With his hands on his head.
Damn those blaspheming template lovers
Wrought of inbreed prostitution and
Finger licking good tax rendition.
Divorce Lawyers.
Death penalties.
Lovers triangle.
Break it off and the bad luck is done.
After all,
I assume it was my mother who used to say,
Filthy luck spawns from a filthy conscience.
Filthy she'd say.
As if filthy were just the word for it.
As if it justified a thought or place.
But I don't need justification.
I just need these two diverged in one.
Urban sex crossed lovers,
Plague eating rotten toothed librarians
Hungry from another long day at work.
Categories:
blaspheming, adventure, allegory, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Climate change became a World
Popular song sung by millions
Of people who are praising
The scientists, mediums,
Wizards and ignoring
Prophets of most
High God.
Was the climate change the reason
Of the recent disaster in Brazil?
When some blasphemous blasphemed
The Lord in some part of Brazil recently,
God got angry and sent heavy
Rains and strong winds which caused
More floods, many people, animals
And things were destroyed.
It was so easy for millions
Of people to understand the cause
Of the disasters which hit Brazilians
Two days after blaspheming the Lord,
But they found very hard to understand
The origin of many disasters which always
Hit the USA and some other countries.
If it is not God the origin of those disasters
Who else always brought those terrible
Winds which had been given names
By some scientists in the World?
The world is really scammed
Standing on millions tricks
Of some professional intelligent crooks
Who are part of the World 's controllers.
When God wanted to destroy Nineveh
Jonah was sent to the King with the message
King heard the prophecy,
Followed the instructions of God
And they were saved.
How many prophets spoke
About the anger of God and the disasters
To come because of disrespecting God.
Many people are lied, continue to sing
"Climate Change" and forgeting
about the punishment of God
because of their billions wrong-
deeds which continue frustrating
the Creator.
Leaders of World ,
It is time to turn back to God
And stop some diabolical worships
Which always pushed God to prove
His anger against many people.
April 09/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
blaspheming, bible, crush, cry, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Don’t be the one
That everybody thinks you should be
A perfect fit
For their envisioned destiny
Not your own
Because that only belongs,
To you
Do what you do
In everything you do
Because at the end of the day
That’s all that is measured
On this real-life scale
Follow your heart, and you shall
Be reassured
Listen to your heart, beat
After the Lord speaks, to it
Follow it,
And you shall find
Significance
Because you’ve found, it’s,
Significant,
To be yourself
Adding another piece to the puzzle,
Of life,
So divinely orchestrated
Although, some never hesitate
To stab and poke towards completing it
Blaspheming as such,
For trying to play the divine,
That willed it
With powerful hand
With matchless might
Day and night
He created,
With no need for another
To take on the role, He slated
Beautiful, is the picture He painted
Captured fearfully, in a single image
No need for double-takes
So no need for others,
to make the mistake,
of changing a masterpiece
so with grace,
with peace
be portrayed, in the Artist’s perfect gallery
being displayed,
everyday
in your light of perfect destiny
Categories:
blaspheming, art, faith, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey all you temporary oscillators
born to the impetuous posture
you gun jumping rattle shakers
wavering your body English
in a gesture of kinetic ardor
for the passage of time as leverage
against the recognition that what gratifies
and profits and returns a bit of leeway
against the fiats of civic disapproval
is but a starting point a utility
that can no longer avail the authorities
and their hold over luck and venture
yes your countenance is sanctioned
by the blaspheming throne of numbers
and faces no injunction or coercive measure
for the infinite stubby sadisms
that fill the cosmic belly
with degradation and humiliation
a digestive system congenitally supplemented
with self adulation stretched thin
to the point of fragmenting
that jangling tatty chandelier you call a mind
into a hill of lizards
you can't see the horizon from
shiver and blanch to the bulletin that
the lingering scraps of your empire
have been licensed for repossession
Categories:
blaspheming, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse