Best Disbeliever Poems

Scrawny Kid
Part one

Do you remember that Scrawny kid?
What’s his name in Class 4D,
Constantly holding on to himself,
Running out of class, desperate for a pee.
Never had a Handkerchief,
Always wore Green sleeves.
Spiky hair and worn out shoes,
That smell that made us heave.
Talked with a nervous stutter,
and didn’t...

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I want you to celebrate my death
Even if I was to die tomorrow
Shed no tears, curse no gods
But do say a prayer for me

I want you to celebrate my passing
For that’s what life is
A long road that will surely come to an end
In my footprint...

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My life was plagued in darkness
And melancholy was its fodder,  
The end not far from sight 
My heart bowed to Him 
To seek His help, and help did come
In the form of a friend of my youth
Now become a crystal ball gazer
Who took me...

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Trees
in bloom
with a pink
background so soothing,
may I long ponder, 
fervently contemplate 
each creation that stuns me?  
Why does the stubborn disbeliever
stare at it and show resistance
to believe that all He created isn't real?


I touch the image of the peaceful dusk
and feel much serenity inside,...

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(revised on August 24th)

This mind…
It may be deranged, I admit.
But then I try to remember what normal is…?
Nah,
I’m not crazy…
I’m just an introvert, a disbeliever, and an artist.
What do you tell yourself?

I’m rambling here, sorry, let me get to what I’m saying (what am I...

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The Atheist

 am I the person
   who disbelieves existence
of God--for lack of

can’t see HIM---visions
   concept confused---based religions
agnostic,  skeptic

doubt, disbeliever
   doubting Thomas atheist
lack nonbeliever


11/24/18
For The Atheist Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen...

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Effervescent charm
Filled disbeliever with hope
Readily deceived...

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Living with a sense of loss,
yet, not knowing why,
unable to find the tears to cry,
The missing pieces just don't add up,
A bereft person keeps staring into
tea cups for answers,
The un-grief gnaws 
without any pause,
Then, the disbeliever blames
his/her imagination,
for having created a world of delusion.........

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just a few miles into town
round where the speed limit changes &
the grass seems to grow higher on the banks
than on the football fields, the front yards &
the mountain paths leading up closer to the
sky,
the grave of a loved one lies nestle in the ground
at...

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Lamenting appalling heartbreaking mistreatment...
nonagenarian father experiences at Normandy Farms

Though dead, I gauge
these past one hundred and four plus months
linkedin with Gregorian calendar page
mine mother would be aghast

at deplorable inhumane outrage
played out upon Normandy Farms -
Bluebell, Pennsylvania site
where papa (a pricey 
senior folk facility), he doth...

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I fell down to the bottom of every single Sea not just once but twice.
I scrambled onto my feet and fell all over myself time and time again 
I was up and then went down until I felt this tingly breezy needy wind.
I stood up...

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Nothing that God created is dull...
harmony is found in clouds, in immense space,
in earthly landscapes, in sunrises that blaze;
if nothing stupefies us, these will!

Every sunset is splendor to believer's eyes,
happy is the mother that holds her small child;
she shows the same wonder and prays aloud:
letting...

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What kinds of truth is known to me
I do not know
In the deaths news by air media,
In fear of the new disease
Rightly I am disbeliever

Dark knowledge
In the fathomless dark circumstances
I am drowning

Uneducated fully
In that disease illiterate I am
Do not know anything about the virus
Do not...

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The knots of your words have slowly begun opening for me.
Through the sweet scent of your presence.
They have awakened a sleeping bird which rested in my heart.
I don’t know about anyone
All I know is that I have found peace in your presence.
Because the want for...

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Behold, Ghalib,
I am drunkard 
But I didn’t drink 
in your God’s house

Behold, Iqbal,
I am drunkard
But not disbeliever
in where your unholy wine lives 

Behold, Faraz,
I am drunkard
but fully conscious 
In where your God is safe

Behold, Wasi,
I am drunkard
Not in heaven
But in the world- The God’s tavern

Oh,...

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