Best Skeptic Poems
So, what’s up with Noah?
He’s building an ark,
From early each morning,
‘Till long after dark.
He’s preaching that there
Will be judgment someday,
And so he just works,
While the rest of us play.
It’s really quite foolish,
This nonsense that God
Will destroy the whole world;
His mind’s in a fog.
For nothing has changed
Since the world has begun,
We’re eating and drinking,
And having some fun.
While we’re having parties,
He’s living in fear,
For Noah’s been building
For eighty-some years.
_________________________
Hey, wait, what was that?
Some drops from the sky?
Hey, Noah’s not kidding !!
We’re all going to die !!
NOAH ??!!
NOAH !!!
WAIT !!!
Categories:
skeptic, bible, boat, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
Nonbeliever
by Michael R. Burch writing as Kim Cherub
She smiled a thin-lipped smile
(What do men know of love?)
then rolled her eyes toward heaven
(Or that Chauvinist above?).
Categories:
skeptic, atheist, christian, gender, god,
Form:
Verse
The skeptic says, prove it and I'll believe,
prove God is real and I'll believe--but,
I answer, how can I prove the reality
of a Being that is beyond the lines of
space and time, life and death: eternal....
How can I even grasp the idea of God,
when I can think one thought at a time,
speak with one voice at a time, hope
and love with but a single heart--how
can I see God with the eyes of men?
How can I prove my love for God,
His love for me, even for the skeptic?
Categories:
skeptic, analogy, angst, appreciation, atheist,
Form:
Free verse
True,
Perhaps,
Skeptical,
Question the facts,
False.
Categories:
skeptic, life, people, satire, slam,
Form:
Lanterne
This sorrow is hollow in truth I am borrowed
Dont ever recall me with witness I'll follow
With constance I'll call out, the heavens in echoes
Oh save me I'm falling the broken shall honour
Their master dont bother redeem us they call out
It's painful to speak when this hunger it sets in
The children shall scuffle and ruffle their feathers
It matters so let us they'll get us and set us
On fire they'll burn us to turn us against us
And blame us with honours they'll call us
To show us they moan us in rafters
And then I will ask you to
See us believe us it withers we figure
That we are in rivers Please see us dont leave us
With pleasure we'll give up and give up with pleasure
Don't call me to tell me you sorry
Oh glory depict all the stories
Don't hold me just scold me
I cannot describe this This feeling if only
They told me the story of how I was holy
Control me they showed me how I was so lonely
Know that I was born on the doorsteps of sorrow
Just constantly furrowed by mindz that are shallow
In angst I will cry out in breath I will whisper
I have to beseech you and leave you within you
We see through through the issues and feed you induce you
Then you look whose thorugh you
Whofooled you to lose you
Then whose who when fools lose who could do what you drew
And paged through these fools who reviewed you and drew doom
They tried to erase you the graze you to faze you
Categories:
skeptic, conflict, deep, depression, fear,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Religion is a separator,
not a lifesaver.
Man made it in his mind.
Take a lesson in history,
maybe you’ll see.
I do not believe
that God is right for me.
Neither the Devil nor Jesus,
do I believe to exist.
Go spread the word of your deity
and end up at the guillotine…
Categories:
skeptic, betrayal, bible, corruption, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
I do believe the world is flat,
I'm confident it's so.
Many adhere to the thought of a sphere,
ridiculous! I say no!
-For if this was an Earth with curves,
a ball, rounded and circular,
we'd fall off that globe,
but it's flat, so we don't,
of this, I'm certain, for sure!
I do believe that man cannot fly,
I'm ardent to this fact.
To grace the heavens like a phaesent,
exists only in draft.
-For it is nothing less then this,
absurd, a dream, too obtuse, a whim.
I see much despair,
lifting heavier then air,
and I swear physics won't allow it.
I do believe this telephone is for fools,
I don't forsee its use.
It's a trinket, a toy, for girls and for boys,
-but not a plausible tool.
Who would enjoy to be bothered all day?
How much can one talk, pray, what would one say?
Give it three years,
it will dissappear,
as the newest of gimmicks to fade.
I do believe...I may have been wrong.
I see this now to be true.
I have scorned and condemned, and withheld consent,
upon anything different and new.
The imagination and potential of man,
surpassed the limits lesser Gods might command,
-but before my life ends,
I leave you this gem,
Believe it will be,
and it can.
Categories:
skeptic, faith, history, philosophy, science,
Form:
Burlesque
I'm no rocket scientist
but found out today,
its been 47 years ago
the 3 amigos went away,
supposedly landing in
their lunar module
aka Apollo 11,
getting close as they could
almost touching Heaven,
after all their fanfare
and all their boasts,
there is a lot of
evidence they couldn't
have or they would've
been toast,
so I guess you could
call this poem
a skeptical roast,
if they'd flown 1,000 miles up
through the Van Allen
Radiation Belts
they wouldn't have survived
all that radiation and heat,
so I for one am skeptical
about this 1969
moon landing feat,
frankly feeling that
the only man
in the moon I've
ever seen,
is from the Honeymooners,
the actor, a Mr. Jackie Gleason.
It is easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled~Mark Twain
Categories:
skeptic, betrayal, moon,
Form:
Light Verse
Perpertual this story the breakdown of Sally
The year it was only the start of a winter
The irony offers a semblance of virtue
Oh creatures of man why do they always hurt you
The thickness of skin can be broken by whispers
The scars that they set are the scars that define us
Be vigil my child cause the night is upon us
The prophets will flounder and then they will call you
Please save us oh sally the blindness it hurts us
Forgive them forgive them I ask you to teach them
Believe them believe them campassion becomes you
And then you will find them and guide them to save them
Perhaps you will wonder is this what you paid for
And prayed to the heavens to stop all this torture
These souls that are tainted by all that is basic
And baseless the reasons that you have to love them
In time you will walk on the shadow of evil
Depression will set on the edge of your iris
Concession is made by the weak willed and spineless
They bury their heads and submit to enslavement
Progression of time is fulfiment of remorse
And so far the holy will bring us to reason
Heresay they shout at the top of their voices
Illusions so blinded they fail to account it
In need they might be but their pride is their reaper
And Deeper we'll go down this tunnel of wonder
But Sally your choice is the choices of others
And fight you they might, yet the end is so clear
By Athi Godlo
Categories:
skeptic, absence, abuse, addiction, allusion,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
The doubter finds a way of not believing
Convinced they've seen the worst in man
For how can there be, one higher than me
When we've seen the world's pain and misery
They tend to focus on the sadness and the narrow
Hate to live life by anothers rule
You can't make them believe, but if they looked they could see
His miracles are all the proof that they would need
The skeptic feels lost somewhere in the middle
Questioning the very answers they hold true
They may have seen His works first hand, but the duality of man
Is what keeps them searching further for the truth
They're just a step away from crossing towards the light
Where forgiveness frees and eyes gain new sight
This is the place where most men stand, somewhere upon this fence
So in your soul may His fire ignite
The believer, may sometimes be the hardest
Cause the devil puts temptation in the way
For how can one believe, in what you cannot see
Is what they'll say as they try to deceive
The doubter, the skeptic, and the believer
If you look they're one in the same
The progressions not easy from doubter to believer
But they all share in the shame and the blame
For some it may come on their deathbed
For others with the birth of a child
Though the road may be long and arduous
He will carry you in life's last mile
If you believe, don't chastise the others
If you're a skeptic, I hope that you can find your way
But if you remain a doubter, I pray that you change
Even if it's on your last day
The skeptic, the doubter, and the believer
If you look they're one in the same
The progressions not easy from skeptic to believer
But they all share in the shame and the blame
Please ask yourself if you are wrong
What will be the price that you'll pay
If you believe, you may get lucky and see
That there's life that lives past the grave
Categories:
skeptic, deep, forgiveness, judgement, religious,
Form:
Lyric
So you don't like my poetry?
You think it's for the birds?
Well that's ok 'cause I don't like birds
on my car they leave their turds.
Categories:
skeptic, animals, parody, uplifting
Form:
Chastushka
Long In The Tooth Skeptic,...
Nonetheless Rooted With Gumption
Implicit virtue of humankind
figuratively locked horns with vice,
yet time and again this mortal celibate,
(not by choice) sexagenarian thrice
older father of deux priceless young
women chock full, sans esprit de corps
exude radiant ump pa vital to add spice
to an otherwise humdrum life,
begat by reproductive cells
smaller than a grain of rice,
yet whose exultant bloom, ah price
less bouquet far superior to any
treasure discovered within Nice
joyous reunion (torturing
mine psyche) finally won
after a hiatus, where four
Earth orbitz around sun
when last these myopic eyes
graced with amazing run
day view earlier,
this April 15th, 2019 pun
gent, (cuz visit with Shana Punim) one
thousand four hundred and sixty days,
that seemed more like a hun
dread bajillion quotidian tomorrows,
where continually fading poignant memories
from countless fleeting yesterday's done
got hermetically sealed bun
dolled into an irretrievable past smart
teary eyed floaters restored to this "sir"
after death do me part,
where memorable times at playgrounds
analogous to envisioning glory, heart
ache, cloistered blessedness
synonymous, asper once regal Acropolis,
and/or Parthenon, wherein
antiquity never did depart,
cuz during 21st century smattering,
viz artifacts retained preserved art!
Categories:
skeptic, art, celebration, daughter, growing
Form:
Free verse
Show me a miracle
Or
Magic trick
And all i can think is how was it done
That is the level of sceptic i have become
With every believer comes a sceptic
Enter front and left Captain Sceptic
Sporting miracle,
Betting scandal
Predict the future,
Calculate the odds algorithm
Magic trick,
Smoke and mirrors slight of hand
If it's to good to be true it generally is
And there is no such thing in life
that's free
That doesn't come with strings attached
The greatest piece of single advice
a burns survivor ever imparts is
Read the small print fastidiously
before signing
Otherwise you are going to need the
services of a very good lawyer
Categories:
skeptic, slam,
Form:
Free verse
No other planets are
Inhabited, you say;
What proof, have you of this?
You could ask me the same;
It’s egotistical.
Do you really believe?
Have you been to each
And every planet?
How did you get there?
Perhaps a rocket?
Or your own shuttle?
Pompous ego!
The fool assumes
All without proof
But open minds,
Say maybe…
Possible…
Yes perhaps…
Open
Your mind,
Think.
Categories:
skeptic, life, places, planet, space,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
We knew Trump was purely pathetic;
Also leaping, lewd and lascivious skeptic;
Bizarre;
Should see scar;
He had been overweight and a diabetic.
Jim Horn
Categories:
skeptic, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick