Best Nonbelievers Poems
I stand, the most statuesque, peeking through the clouds
that lend their softness as my pillow when sun in midnight drowns.
Golden sun, a fitting crown for a majesty such as me;
Somber moon, my nightcap; tundra stockings on my feet.
Veins of icy water; hair of snow drifts white.
I, the ladder Jacob dreamt of, one revealing night.
Would you climb and be my king, upon my peak to rest?
Or meet, descending from the heavens, doom's Angel of Death.
Dare to move me by your faith as the man from Galilee;
or does my might leave you in doubt to tremble on your knees?
Against my chest, Thor strikes his hammer; thunder fills your ears.
From my shoulders, he takes aim; arching lightening spears.
Haven to monstrous legends as the abominable snow beast;
hidden in tales of lore, on nonbelievers he does feast.
Bursting forth from earthen womb, a giant granite fountain.
Ancient tower of vast unknowns; I am the mighty mountain.
Categories:
nonbelievers, earth, mountains,
Form:
Personification
Old age starts to feel like a waiting game
when the shadow of Death starts encroaching.
And your passion for life dims down its flame,
watching life's end stealthily approaching.
You start looking back rather than ahead:
memories outweigh thoughts of tomorrow.
For past years, like an unraveling thread,
expose feelings of love, faith, and sorrow.
Oddly enough, you don't feel old inside,
though time keeps steadfastly ticking away.
And you set your qualms about Death aside;
disregarding what nonbelievers say.
Faith feels comforting, like a well-worn shawl,
deadening the soft sound of Death's footfall.
Categories:
nonbelievers, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Sonnet
there is a sentiment amongst the most public of believers &
even those nonbelievers who still hold some sick
compassion for them…
these
“privately religious,”
who do not parade around with the charlatans
who gather on sundays or get down on their little rug & face mecca,
and they are given some kind of
special treatment,
as being more “spiritual” &
possibly even leaning more towards the agnostic than being
true believers at all,
still, they hold the little books so tightly in their arms
when they go out in the woods behind their house to
be one with nature or
meditate to try & get to be
one with everything---
they step outside themselves in such a way
as to escape what is right in front of them &
say to all who ask what they believe:
“i believe in something…i mean, i have my own idea…i don’t go to church or anything”
as if the humans who do go to the worship extravaganzas
think any different?
as if the personal god that is supposed to answer their prayers is any more in tune with you
just because you don’t call it by the same name or
worship it in the same place.
each member of the privately religious
make themselves more ridiculous than those who get together,
because they sit alone like ****ing joseph smith & his plates,
still believing that there is a unique revelation coming down the pike
for them & only them.
Categories:
nonbelievers, life,
Form:
Free verse
Shame on those who malign the green bean casserole!
It gustatory delightfulness I shall e'er extol!
With 'fork in cheek' I'll take nonbelievers to task,
And their foibles and biases will strive to unmask!
Folks who disdain this dish ain't tellin' the truth.
Their culinary tastes are so pitifully uncouth!
I'd like to meet the feller who began this unsavory fable,
To ask why he destined it for such an untimely label!
At the church potluck dinner on fellership night,
There's always a green bean casserole to my delight!
A holiday repast with bountiful board just ain't complete,
Unless there's the inevitable green bean casserole to eat!
'Tis such a scrumptious dish, yet so easy to prepare.
Even I could whip up a batch, I really do declare!
Mix some beans, some onion thingys and mushroom soup,
And there you have it folks, all in one fell swoop!
Ere I flee this realm I aim to found as one of my goals,
"The Society For The Propagation Of Green Bean Casseroles!"
Upon my stone you may etch when I end this life's pursuit:
"Many were the green bean casseroles consumed by this galoot!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
nonbelievers, food, funny, green,
Form:
Rhyme
Gypsies garbed in colorful robes
fortune tellers on the seaside boardwalk
sneers they get from nonbelievers
“Vagrants,” they call tramps
hobos from Hoboken to Alcatraz
quietly passing the bottle to all in the boxcar
don’t confuse thieves with gypsies and tramps
we can say, “No,” to gypsies and refuse handouts to tramps
the desperate who steal find a new home in jail
*Entry for Lisa’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” contest
Categories:
nonbelievers, people, social,
Form:
Free verse
Knowledge of the universe, knowledge of good and evil
What is at the end of infinity? OK, infinity came in tenth grade....
Hell fire and brimstone scorches eternally for the decievers,
nonbelievers and antichrists.
Second grade: the year I fell from grace. I found out Santa wasn't REAL....
Just gifts from my parents and yes there was a limit to the dollars they could spend.
Life was never the same. Always had to settle for what was available. I learned alot
of lessons that way; some valuable like save a few bucks for a dry spell.
The money well might go dry one day. The roof might collapse or some other calamity can
occur along the way. Funerals cost at least ten thousand dollars and death and taxes are the
only certainties these days. Maybe I've gotten off the subject a little....
Second grade....knowledge or some would say it is anti-knowledge based but when you lose
Santa in a few seconds.... I knew there was a mightly force, higher power out there watching
over me and protecting me. Yes, I was baptized in a country church; a real believer, born again
spirit filled christian saved by the blood of Jesus Christ and would never ever be truly alone
again! My second grade knowledge brought me through life and alot of hard knocks.
Categories:
nonbelievers, inspirational, philosophy, religionme, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Oh, how should I explain to a blind man,
what it's like to be blue?
or what the sky is like
what it is to be true?
Oh, how do I profess to a deaf child,
feel the music so strong?
the miracle of five,
people playing one song?
Oh, how am I to preach to the heartless,
the sanctity of love?
How to tell the difference,
love or the loss thereof.
What can I say to the disenfranchised,
of the wealth they possess?
Just trying to get by
they need only confess.
What can I say to the sighted it seems,
how they are truly blind?
or that they cannot see
the truth they leave behind.
What to tell the nonbelievers below
of the man up above
Who want only one thing
to give us all His love.
What alibi do I give to profess,
that I will commission
That miracle itself
is that He has risen.
Categories:
nonbelievers, bible, christian, deep, faith,
Form:
Free verse
On this day, nonbelievers will see
The unimaginable transpire
The earth overwhelmed by tragedy
People vanished, replaced by fire
As for those left behind
A flock of sheep without a Shepard
There in the book, perfectly lined
The words will taunt the herd
This is the day you will be left alone
No missionaries will try and change your mind
They reside at the feet of our God, beneath his throne
You, my friend have been left behind
Categories:
nonbelievers, christian, fire, god, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
"Ill advised, through my vivid mind, and best believe my revolution will be televised, through every eye, thoughts become brought to realization, with no illustration, just illustrated words... the greatest human creation, in a world where everyone has freedom of speech...we must use it in a positive way, got so much to talk and speak on but most don't know how to say it, and we're trapped outside our own mind when we're just looking for way in, we will hold our hands up, through ever written stanza, and show the world who's the boss like Tony Danza...we just have to man up and make sure our words are understood, because why speak your mind when no one will understand us, let's kill all the nonbelievers with a can of Raid....it all starts with a blank page."
Categories:
nonbelievers, absence, analogy, appreciation, art,
Form:
Narrative
Never-After
© Ben Burton
Why is it
So many godless people
Are offended by religious words
Spoken publicly?
Does reverence instill fear in them?
If so, of what?
The church lady
Swinging her purse?
If shuffling off our mortal coil portends
The end
What then?
It is done. Finis.
Who’s afraid of the big, bad nonentity?
Where is the sting?
Why is it troubling
To nonbelievers
If I proclaim to the very stars
Belief in a Divine Being?
Will it harm their children?
Influence them so much
That they fall prey to false belief
False hope
Thereby opening a path
To the glorious Never-After?
Does sincere prayer
Uttered before atheists
Lead them to despair
If so, why?
Do atheists have commandments
Precluding their admittance
To a nonexistent afterlife lodge
If their ears are violated
By a believer's
Prayer?
Or does apprehension take root
Nourished by the idea of being wrong
Thus, wrecking their chance
To make it to the dance
Maybe it is best not to believe
Risking no disappointment after death
When, upon looking around, one sees nothing
And thinks, "HA, I knew I was right all along"
While huddled masses praise His name
Elites look on with stark disdain
The common man remains inane
Blissfully inane
What flies in the face of logic
Must be wrong
Though theories with highly suspect reasoning
Are showcased as irrefutable
And spoon-fed like poisoned pablum
Ultimate proof lacking either way
But, oh, what spoils to the believer
While the atheist looks forward to . . .
Ironic? Certainly
For fate's so easily changed
In fewer words than these
In His name
Categories:
nonbelievers, philosophy, religion, satire, ,
Form:
Free verse
Listen....
Let me tell you a secret peep it
poetry is an art form, so intriguing.
Whether you're in solitude
or on stage speaking not speechless.
Poetic speeches teach the future's
young leaders many reasons
to lead the leadless to be leaders.
Knowledge, college scholars showered
with power make nonbelievers cowar.
Hardtimes tower over our life
and devour us from the inside-outward,
if we let it.
If we could....backtrack our tracks
to the past back when
elementary class was in session,
I'd take a different road
as an inacurate adolescent.
Back when....
grandmother was packin' a blessin'
in a black sac clappin and stressin'
cause young kids weapon clappin'
in da back of da black Lac
actin manish.
I'd be a....
doctor, an athletic athlete in a track meet,
a balla that packs Heat like Shaq.
A teacher, I'd be Puff Daddy
and remix 'Mo Money Mo Problems' featuring Aretha.
But remember, that's my secret,
shhh, don't tell anybody.
Categories:
nonbelievers, art, family, children, funny,
Form:
I use to drink to kill the pain, I'd overeat to kill the pain.
But I couldn't explain why I couldn't maintain, outta my mainframe
And I couldn't reboot at the push of a button for nothin'
I kept trying but my mind was holding back from somethin'
Heart was stuntin' a million miles, but where was it going.
Like becoming blind at the end of a book, I was never knowing.
The end of my story, my destiny and no glory, God before me
Screaming from dusk till morning but the world ignored me.
Poor me, sorely being muted without my tale being told.
Feeling so old had a bitter heart gone Cold, mouth didn't hold.
Outta Control, but yo, now I'm ready to spit this venom.
I'm betting the world will go silent when I speak his lessons
This blessin' that he gave me, a talent to twist up my speech
In a way that each with blasphemy can hear me teach
I don't preach, I hope I reach, cause this real talk should be heard
His word is the truest literature we can put to work.
For what it's worth I ain't never been a Bible thumper
But it's saved me from going crazy in the midst of a slumber
Now I know my number, where it is that he's got me headed,
In debted, he's prepared a room for me and I won't forget it.
I get it, that times get hard, but oh my Lord I'm holding on.
Keep me moving along when my mind is gone keep me strong.
Cause along I'll come amongst those vipers and serpents
Not deservent to be his servants, I'm a move with the currents
Move with a purpose cause I'm hurtin' to be what he made me
Thanks be for me to be a child of God, call me his baby.
It's Biblical safety that he gave me, to be walking on gold
And oh, the gates made of a single pearl as he told,
So behold the glory that nonbelievers can't comprehend
For all of them, trust in science that changes without end
Amen. God's words consistent and science can't disprove it.
Call us dumb cause they don't understand how to use it.
They refuse it, the power of the Holy Spirit when it thrives.
They can say that we're fake but my faith won't be denied
Catching vapors off this paper, high off the Holy Scriptures
Painting a vivid picture, you'll feel his gospel when it hits Ya.
Did it getcha, I pray that it did, there's reason behind it
Cause it's not for the pure at heart, but those in sin.
And let the church say "Amen"
Categories:
nonbelievers, baptism, christian, faith, gospel,
Form:
Free verse
The golden fiery eye rises
In the east and sets in the west
And shines for a day in between;
Although at times there may be clouds
That shrouds its penetrating rays
From us, we know its radiance
Is like a god that can’t be seen
But still feel his omnipresence.
And when the heavenly tears fall
From the sky, they are tears of joy
Not to be confused with sadness
For this god is a loving god
That showers all of us with love
Yes, even the nonbelievers.
Rain falls from heaven.
Behind the clouds the sun shines
Patiently in wait.
Categories:
nonbelievers, naturegod, god,
Form:
Haiku
With nearly every prophecy fulfilled and so many signs that abound
Nobody knows the day nor the hour He willed, I just hope you're found
Israel had to again be found and to Jerusalem it had to be connected
By this we are all now bound being just two of the prophecies neglected
The Tribes of Israel will reunite coming from the four corners of the land
Remember the Berlin Wall that night it was God who would not let it stand
Two million Russian Jews would flee in going back to their home in Israel
But nonbelievers just can't see in believing nothing the Bible says is real
The Roman Empire being reconnected as the European Union says hi
And oh how such war has now affected and still some people ask why
But please don't take my word for it's all written down in black and white
And for all of those who have heard they certainly don't take this time lite
For in those being well aware of His Word we are also very versed in His might
Hopefully something inside you has stirred and you begin to see His Light
In Daniel 2:32-36 is Nebuchadnezzar's dream but it is in Daniels own reply
For in Daniels response you might gleam so I thought that I'd t least try
Categories:
nonbelievers, age, bible,
Form:
Rhyme
Cont... from Where were you - 1
Ah, if only they could see the terrible truth,
Of the plans they have to steal power,
From each and every nation on earth,
Are all foretold; Just not the day or hour,
So you just sit back and take it easy,
For these terrifying things can’t be stopped,
They are written, and we from sea to shining sea,
Have no hope except for our lamps to be held up,
Hold the lamp of your faith in our Lord high,
Let all see that you care, love and follow,
The Lord’s two commandments we live by,
To Love God… and Love all people now,
Pray for all as we pass through this test,
Of our faith in our Lord being rewarded,
Which will cause much doubt and unrest,
In those without complete faith in our Lord,
And remember that our job does not change,
As true disciples and as true Christians,
We are to gather the harvest we obtain,
As believers who nonbelievers may shun,
The light is now rising and coming from the East,
And the remnant from every Christian Church,
Must stand together against the terrible beast,
And yet love the new kings who will run the earth,
For each of them will still be God’s children,
And by turning even one of their hearts,
We may be able to save one of them,
And their terrifying plan may fall apart,
But the wars, the disasters and sheer greed,
Will not stop and indeed will increase,
To the point where people can’t eat,
And lands will be consumed by disease,
And when all of this has come to pass,
When we learn how the rapture worked,
And the Lord saves the sinners ‘til last,
Those of us who failed to live by the Word,
So in the future when the people ask,
‘Where were you when this happened?’,
Burning questions which will take us to task,
‘We were too busy to worry about the end.’.
Categories:
nonbelievers, religion, people, faith, love,
Form:
Ballad