Best Godless Poems
I know you, you're godless like me, and to the natives We Are The Wandering dead. Headless in sunshine, blind in the wilderness. I know you, you're the sister of death that's true. Your red lips caress mine as I choke upon embers. I'm awaiting life to be stripped from these bones. I smoke the feathers from the angels round here, and laugh with the devil. She sleeps at my feet. I found a home down here. She's the one who'll burn down the temple. She's the one who shall coerce the swarms. I know she'll do anything and more.
I wander – lost in this eternal sleep
thirsty for the cooling scent of dewdrops
cold beneath the torrid noonday sun
locked in the blackened drape of silence
torturous – these strains of melancholy
aching for the distant touch of music
mourning life’s vibratory thrum
this curse of godless demons – this eternal sleep
devoid of all things beautiful
bereft of colors conflagration
lingering - forever wanting
death’s lie– this eternal sleep
5/17/2018
A Poem about DEATH Poetry Contest
sponsor – Broken Wings
Theme – “this eternal sleep”
Zeusophobia yielded xenophobes,
Wherein violence unleashed
Tear-soaked romanticists,
Quiver painfully? Or nervously moan!
Love killed justice;
In holy Godless Fate.
Entitled dreams collected breathes alone.....
Zeusophobia: fear of God
Xenophobes: Those who are afraid of strangers
me
lurking in-between my neat
but frequently absent reasoning.
godless.
kind of creepy stuff, dude..
Do We Have A Godless Socieity???
As our courts strive for “constitutionality…”
Our country’s almost on the brink of “insanity.”
It’s like there’s a darkness that grows each day.
As many of our courts seek to push God away!
In many efforts to remove anything that “offends.”
We’ve driven a nail into God’s heart… Once again!
Without HIS commandments, where does this leave us?
It leaves a very unstable foundation beneath us!
As time goes on, many Americans become afraid…
Anything of God, is often challenged to be displayed!
We don’t need religion, but to have a divine relationship.
We need to read God’s word, and to enjoy HIS fellowship!
I’ll take Jesus! You can have your religious theology!
While this world is filled with so much adultery!
Only the power of Jesus can bring wellness to the mind!
His word is like God’s constitution for all mankind!
I’m not looking for some old document signed by men!
I’m looking for the opportunity to be BORN AGAIN!
Because of Jesus, there’s no man and God separation!
He’s offered to all, his free gift of eternal salvation!
Behold! The son of God who is the king of kings!
He is our righteousness! He is God!
Our everything!
His kingdom is glorious! And is not ruled by men!
We need him brought back to this country, once again!
By Jim Pemberton
a pebble on the beach
slips through the sifting of
the sands
ebbing of the tide,
retreating waters
cupped in his hands
cloudy banks emerge
like billowing
bursts
idle are his ideas
as the rain falls
the winds gush the salted spray-
and she emerges
through the seaweed strands
Now I lay me down to sleep
I need no deity for to keep
The love of my family through the night
Shall I eagerly awaken to at morning light
And if I die before I wake
I shall have lived for living's sake
We've been played again for the sake of ratings.
Media mongrels, rewinding the worst of mankind
in the bowels of primetime
24/7/365 (hog)feed.
Leaving us ununited and completely cleaved and bloodied.
We've been played again by big pharma (those lords of greed).
Poisoning the sheep for short-term profit.
Pushing corrosive chemicals and vague vaccines.
We've been played again by ogre-run governments.
Infesting districts and house seats one by one
with grabbers -never givers,
Anti-American haters and Master race baiters
flag-burning bottom feeders...
Pursuers not of happiness but of mayhem and anarchy
Godless creatures of the anti-everything.
We've been played again.
Degenerate liberals are destroying the amber waves of grain,
Using their egregious ramifications,
Against us prodigious conservatives,
They have somehow stolen our Senate.
But we still have almighty George Bush,
With "W" at the helm, how could the country fail?
Even if the senate majority is hebetudinous misanthropes,
They cry for peace and love, though it does not heal all,
This nation has a reputation, and we shall not back down.
Despite these hardships that must be overcome,
America is the greatest land in the world,
And even the Godless liberals can never take that away.
I see the Godless
face the day
as the light of goodness
runs astray
so now you see
the walls are thin
the hills have eyes
as lights go dim
like shiny diamonds
In the sky
the sun and moon
see eye to eye
the past is present
walking by
what is and was will testify
but history tries
to change it's mind
so all we see
will believe these lies
the theories
the dogma
the myths of sin
the doctine
the culture
the hate within
for the love of God's
the love for man
we're left to believe
what's never been
the wicked
the rightous
the Holy Son
the writhing
the weak
the evil one
the heathen
the holy
the priest by day
nocturnal
the lost
and the birds of prey
godless life
everything is passing by ,our lives, and we letting pass by, existence of God ! not holding onto Him to His wisdom and Power , we becoming so weak hour by hour, forgetting about His Love and Amazing Grace we can loose so easy our in Heaven Place.
God don't exist
he never did
except in the minds
of adult little kids
who believe fairy tales
as if they were real
believe in a master
and live like slaves still
No God don't exists
for I called him, today
he didn't answer back
you think he's busy?
or that I'm unworthy
to feel his presence
or hear his words
God only exists
in the brains alike birds
Call me a doubter
or a sinner of bliss
for having free will
and morals like his
maybe I'm God
and don't even know
hate in one instant
then miraculously, it goes
I feel my own power
and believe in myself
funny how good I am
without any wealth
for having a sane mind
and not hearing a voice
other than my own
and living by my own choice
Trash a Godless life
Refrain from eating the fruit of strife
By building dungeons and prisons with the tongue
Knowing the power there, where with every utter
Can subjugate the spirit and mind to the pits
The gutter where filth like suicide and abuse roam
Isn’t there the place where unsure of your purpose you are misused
Or rather you misuse what you don’t know how to use
Including your own self
Point is,
Trash a Godless life for if the heart deceives
Then why follow it and not the power in the word that breathes life
Bringing the spiritually dead to life
Haven’t you then been instrumental in the execution of redemption power?
Standing at the door he beckons every hour
Why will you scorn to shame, while professing the faith is ours
When all I did is choose when it came to the choice to be made
In deciding the path of righteousness…. Having nothing to do with self
As spelt out in the black book with the cross that gathers dust on your shelf
All by grace through the action of the man that hang the shame you try to scorn out on a tree
This is how it feels to be free
The peace to know deliverance
Trash a Godless life, for you have what millions will pay to have
And taking it for granted you are split in halves
Getting ridden by forces you cannot even begin to understand
Standing under a truth about a thing called being too Christian
Warm or cold, you got spat out and here you think, how tall I stand
Wake up from your slumber, oh slumbered
For if it is abundant in your heart the mouth will speak in a rush
Take the God out of man and all you have left is trash.
If I was a God,
I would be a mass destruction of all evil.
if i was a God,
I would not run, I would not turn a blind eye to a life that dies.
If I was a god,
I would make sure that all unanswered prayers would be answered. With those answered prayers others would know i care.
No one have to bare the evil that is so lethal, that has unleashed the sainty into their soul.
If I was a God,
Others would believe, they would not think that I am being deceitful.
But I am not a God,
I do not pretend to be a fairy tale happy ending.
If I was a God,
knowing that I am not, there would be know brainwashing other's to believe in fiction.
If I was a God,
my story would end,
because I was never real to begin.
If I was a God.
RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak.
Lynch my body
Pinch my soul
Punch my pride
Drench my blood
Staunch be your henchmen
Bunch of bigoted hooligans
Flinch us they from progress
Wrench us they from justice
Exhaust every trick in your bag
Pull every arrow off your quiver
Bribe your cheerleaders forever
Swing your dagger far and deeper
Behold! Destiny’s Wheel will one day turn
In your own inferno shall you burn
Hate will then find no buyers
Fade shall every Fake Soothsayers
Rama’s Rajya will then re-assign
Love and equality will re-reign
Unity and Diversity will re-align
Tolerance will do India define
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(From the anthology, Mantra of the Oppressed, available on Amazon.)