Best Disbelieves Poems
If someone disbelieves you, it’s his will
Your choice matters more than anyone
Follow your desire like wind over the hill
When you get there, catch a glimpse of the sun
Earned your guests in a certain level of kindness
It is a decree of sure winning your fellow’s trust
Repair false service to free them from blindness
While I serve, know no bound, only pure and just
It’s not a lost for lacking someone’s harbor
Feel you just belong to a bigger shelter
For the heart of the mass will get you farther
Things will get better in moments spent together
Life is a battle that you don’t always compete
Against the stronger or influential one
But sooner or later the one who completes
Is the one who believes he/she can!
Along the search to find my political team
None other than an old friend showed me the way
To fulfill bigger step and claim what is in my dream
To talk about my name and cast one’s vote on Election Day
A poem for my sister running for Barangay Councilor
April 16, 2018
The stings, that disappointment brings, are deep,
When one’s believed in Love, and seen Love fail.
So often, on-track lives go off the rail,
And so, the Soul returns to caverns, deep,
And there, She waits, and gives up near all hope,
And huddles ‘between the rock, and the hard place’
And disbelieves in love, and faith and grace.
And rolls like round rocks, down a grassy slope
So gingerly, she weaves a net of rope
But lets the fish swim out! She cannot bear
To handle gentle things ungently. Where
Is gone the happy, faithful child of hope,
Who played with butterflies, and kites on strings?
O! Such an one is meant for joyful things!
No people, no GOD,
No Lucifer, no lust,
There wouldn't have been birth or grave,
No heavens, hell or Hades.
Oh GOD where would have sun been,
Her bursting rays hitting our dieing skin,
The gentle moonlight and the twinkling stars,
Where would it have end cause there wouldn't been a start.
Oh GOD look at what wouldn't have happen,
Countless of prayers and enraging idolatry,
Billion of shrines and most magnificent chapel,
our glorious faithfulness and man's hypocrisy.
Countless of believer and many that disbelieves you,
There won't be lies cause there won't be truth,
There wouldn’t be darkness cause of the absence of light,
The woes of death and hopeful life.
Oh thou earth what you would have missed could have numberless,
I'm sure of you being nameless,
Thine ideas of bronze and gold,
Thine riches of gems and precious stone.
Thine costly liquid,
With which you oil thine hair,
Thine hidden riches,
The ocean of thine wealth.
Thine outer endowments,
Mysterious stories you would’ve love to share,
If we thine husbands are absent,
Thine beauty, riches and eventful stories would've been useless.
My Muse!
My muse is not an imaginary being made up by ancient civilizations saying that inspiration
for everything comes from supernatural beings different ones assigned to different things
instead it comes from inside of my brain
which derives from my creativity
my imagination
my fantastical thoughts
my intellect
my stupidity
my rage
my anger
my indecisiveness
my two year old tantrum throwing
my acting before thinking rationally
my truly raw and naked side of me
my selfishness
my introvertedness
my extrovertedness
my imbalances
my believes
my disbelieves
my wants
my desires
my goals
my dreams
my problems
my solutions
my uncontrollables
my unknowable
my travels
my mental disorders
my passions
my hatreds
my biases
my nonsenses
my nuances
my lovers
my ex-lovers
my interests
my disinterests
my attacks
my heart aches
my heart breaks
my successes
my failures
my anything and everything inspires me to write whatever comes my way
whenever I make it come to pass
by writing it into existence through my poetry and my poetic-proses!
God calls every believer to obedience
part of that is to hallow his great name
but what does that mean in living reality?
this is so important so we can escape blame
Thinking that just to not swear or curse
is insufficient for that's just not enough
when one disbelieves, doubts and questions him
this is just as bad equally rotten stuff
Believing in God won't necessary hallow him
if one doesn't have knowledge that is true
especially when not recognising his character
or even don't know what one needs to do
Thinking good thoughts of God on a Sunday
that's not enough for what about rest of day?
even during the rest of the week too
must bring one's thoughts of God forever to stay
The psalmist says let's exalt his name together
in 34th Psalm to magnify the Lord with me
be sure to approach God's holy place
honour him there so forever to be
(And he said to them, “When you pray, say:
“Father, hallowed be your name.)
Luke 11: 2b (ESV)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Have you noticed the person who disbelieves the Judgment?
It is him who gives the orphans harsh treatment
And does not urge the people to feed the needy
Then the praying ones will be extremely sorry
Who are unmindful of their praying duty,
Who do good things to impress people
And forbid others to give anything at all.
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
I walked in through your peace delusions....
ripping apart your disbelieves...
there are quiet few,some slithering emotions...
hidden beneath your folded sleeves....
they are so cold...inside one closet
of a mysterious mind....that dines alone..
drenched in red it's velvet carpet...
welcomes you to a world unknown....
it's burning secrets...yet to find...
few words that can sure heal the pain...
groaning through his sleepless nights...
an illusive beast do crave for rain....
for many so years of bygone dreams...
and a reign of a monster's deep desire...
not a drop to quench those unheard screams...
not a drop to peace one fearsome fire....
now down to ashes,once earthly heaven...
once in a bloom that shone like a star...
slayed in the clutch of a heinous raven...
few doves of truce,few hopes too far...
what world you have seen...my little boy..
never you witnessed the warmth of a mother..
never you saw how threads of joy..
could pierce some light through a misty smother..
never through those stringing thorns..
have u caught sight of an innocent play...
into the gleam of a holy morn...
with her fairy toys of painted clay...
how i cry for you my boy??...
what words can match your aching years....
try and dig few glimpse of joy...
from depth of graves, all wet with tears... ...
the wolfbane blooms,the spell is cast
the hour of doom approaches fast
and woe is he that disbelieves
on this all hallows eve!
heroic hearts will turn to meek
when shadows start and hinges creak
from mischief,there is no reprieve
on this all hallows eve!
when jack-o-lanterns dare the night
with hollow stares of candle light
the scarecrow with it's ragged sleeves
beware all hallows eve!
as spirits roam and echoes mock
teeth will chatter,knees will knock
yes,while even rocking chairs perceive-
it is indeed all hallows eve!
I love to read the poems on this site,
poems from the broken hearted, from love birds singing there tune, young poets of tomorrow
and poets longing to get out from yesterday,
to read about their grief their joy their pain their lives their journey, poems of lost,of
finding, poems that lift your soul and others that help you find your way,
I read a poem from a girl who no longer wanted to fill the pain from the love she lost, I
read a poem from a young man who fell head over heels for a girl with eyes of blue,
I read then re-read a poem from some one who lived years before I was born, a poem from
some one to young to know what love is but thought they knew.
the poems on this site,
are poems from the lonely who can't (won't.) scream out, from the gifted who don't believe
they are from the ones who hide in side,
poems about sunsets,long walks,first kisses,saying good-bye,poems of faith,religion,
believes and disbelieves and of pain that won't subside,
poems of cold streets mystic woods poems about heaven and hell poems about a girl/boy who
took their love away as another's light faded,
of a lover who no longer fills the pain of the one that left them behind, they now site in
a room with their fillings sedated,
poems on this site,
helped me see I wasn't the only one, that every one falls and that there are so many who
want you to get back up and move forward,
lines words phrases that brought a tear to my eye, warmed my heart, and showed me what it
was like to speak those words,
there are long poems short poems words from the heart, words from pain, words that they
forgot to say and words they never heard,
I love you,I miss you, I hate you, I will never forget you they are all words that will
never again go unheard,
they are words for me,for you,for the lonely and the ones who don't know what to say are
how to fill,words written in the early mornings and late at night,
they are stores,emotions, fillings, times, places, people,about ups and downs they are
poems and I love to read the poems on this site.
Take a vile trip, so inhibitions slip
Let glass tip for a sanguine sip
When selfish gain is like cocaine
The world's an insane, twisted plane
Our lives are lies spent for blue skies
We feel torment from each surprise
No matter what our minds stay shut
It's all easy if life's a rut
Another breeds, another dies
Another seeds what could be wise
The world of noise silences the free
Hiding away whom we could envy
Red is running from wall to wall
Man still disbelieves he could fall
Why must we all impede and stall
At this massive masquerade ball?
You can join with the rare who quit
And clean up the mess a little bit
But the dancing floor holds much more
And entrants build your endless chore
So grab a drink to help you think
While madness teeters on the brink
We have strong rules to stay such fools
Despite the blood at our ankles pools
You aren't to blame for the world we know
It's not our fault change comes slow
So sit still, swallow another pill
Hope for high ceilings in the ball we fill
Like whirlwind among autumn leaves
Like spring full of cloverleaves
Like web caching cool summer breeze that spider weaves
Like a silver rose of frost in winter with light forming colors soul disbelieves
Like amber colored magnified cells
Like divine spells
Like a story seaman tales
Like power that very devil excels
Like an ocean abyss so vast
Like clipper ships sail on the mast
Like a shadow that sun itself would cast
Like a ballad that forever will last
Like mesmerizing eagle or angel wings
Like armor of king of kings
Like a song nightingale sings above mountain springs
That is the glory beyond continuum of soul looking at destiny chasm that southern wind brings
We believe in truths we empathically
ecopolitically
humanely
nutritionally trust.
We grow therapeutic faith in empathic trusts
too peacefully pregnantly beautiful
to not become true, one day,
this day, if at all possible.
We actively distrust those competing beliefs
with cognitive v intuitive dissonant dissociation powers
we multiculturally love to monoculturally fear.
We can not not believe in/with ecological truths
of/for
deeply etched resonant trusts.
If we assume OrganicLivingEarth, including SacredLovingAnthros,
is biosystemically fully invested in cooperatively healthy
pronoia winEarth/winAnthro climate systems
and disinvesting away from dissonant
and destabilizing trauma terror triggering toxins,
what each of us believes and disbelieves in
becomes more a question
of what and whom we ecopolitically/ecologically believe and disbelieve
co-empathically and co-redemptively with.
I believe the ancient scribes' thoughts!
I don't believe the ancient scribes' thoughts!
But, for what and which purpose these are?
Doing well, betterment in this life!
Living peacefully in this life or after this life!
I believe on GOD and the life after death!
I don’t believe on GOD and the life after death!
But, why these believe and disbelieves?
Doing something welfare or showing peoples!
For philanthropic certification or hypocrite goal!
If my belief or disbelief is for welfare, philanthropy,
humanity, unity, together equal happiness
for everyone always,
Then how can I make myself a station
for abhorrence, vengeance!
If I am busy in hatred, vengeance
I think my belief or disbelief is futile totally
and crocodile tears for this world life!
-December 03, 2018 Chattogram
have you heard of or seen the Mongolian death worm?
has he spat venom your way or tried to electrocute you?
you need to travel to the Gobi desert, where he is.
in the 1950’s there were many hysterical sightings.
known as olgoi-khorkhoi in Mongolia.
Roy Chapman Andrew made the death worm famous.
Writing a book about how he travels underground.
Creating waves of sand on the surface.
Looks like an intestine, has teeth, but no face or mouth.
Kind of a hideous looking thing. Sprays venom.
Is two foot long, without a head.
Many expeditions have tried thumping to get him to appear.
Even Roy Chapman Andrew disbelieves he exists
Except in Mongolian folklore.