Best Unbelievers Poems
White seraphs sing in four-part harmony
Their hymn a song of hope for humankind
Angelic voices join the reverie
Supernal music soothes each heart and mind
To live each day in light that never dies
To see Almighty God just as He is
To know the secrets hidden from men's eyes
To feel Jah's love and know that you are His
A growing horde promotes belief as lame
Such skeptics only trust what can be seen
These unbelievers' doubts will lead to shame
When Christ returns upon this earthly scene
With eyes of faith we see beyond the veil
With lips of praise we spread the holy tale
Categories:
unbelievers, appreciation, heaven,
Form:
Sonnet
How would the world react,
too the verity of Al-'Alaq?
Would the unbelievers believe,
would the dissenters assent,
would combatants humble thyselves?
I've seen the bloodstone,
i've held it many times...
i've written about it...discreetly,
in a short series called,Laskrizon,
many have quested,many have questioned,
but,the one thing you cannot
........is doubt,
once you behold it's wonderful uniqueness...
*sura 96
Categories:
unbelievers, hope, mystery
Form:
Free verse
Some people like to say that I am crazy
to think our sovereignty we’ll one day lose;
to think all countries under one umbrella
would ever be discussed or make the news!
But if you pay attention, you can hear
world leaders saying things I find absurd.
They’re going to “build back better” everything.
A notion crazier I’ve never heard.
They can’t build better governments or cities.
There’s nothing they’ve done better yet at all!
The progress made in health or crime prevention
is getting worse - their progress is so small.
This New World Order’s nothing but a joke -
a joke on all the world, and those now free
will realize how much they’ve lost at last
once all have bowed down to technology.
If patriots can't win, our freedom’s GONE.
The puppet masters do not care one bit
for you and me. The evil filthy rich
desire a world with most of us not IN it.
I’m teased for things that some folks disbelieve -
like Revelations or Illuminati,
but there are wicked beasts behind the curtain,
and New World Order’s OZ won’t be so pretty.
The banks sit high atop the pyramid.
We’re underlings that world elitists hate.
Folks hypnotized by lies of media
are unbelievers I cannot debate.
The proof of what I say is all around
in statues, number six and signs they give
to one another, and right out in open!
One day with chips inside us we will live.
The beast’s own mark is coming. This I know.
To live, we’ll need it on our head or hand.
How easily they’ve got to us already.
God help us! New World Order won’t be grand.
April 20, 2022
For Robert James Liguori's New World Order Poetry Contest
Categories:
unbelievers, future,
Form:
Rhyme
Amadioha the great god of Thunder and Justice
We have gathered at the shrine of Alusi’gwe
To pour libations to you
Even as I do my folk song
Bring me the ogene, to awaken the spirit of my
Forbearers to witness the doomsday they foretold
Give me the udu, to sound out a warning to the futureman
Give me the oja, the special voice of oganigwe the dreaded masquerade
Give the shekere, so that the women of owu can shake their enchanted waist
In love and tranquillity we lived with our neighbours, doing our folk song
Buddha called out to Lord Brahman
Set aside a room for me in the inner chamber
Decorated with beautiful ornaments, to depict love and care
Flanked with candles and incense burner and the beautiful statue of the wise man
To help me escape from the corruption of this world
As I attempt to wake from hatred of neighbours
Focusing on love and purity of heart
Allow me do my folk song living in tranquillity with nature and neighbours
Christed you said you are, servant of the son of God sent from above
Your brother claimed that you are a messenger from Allah
What is this confusion I see, contradicting even your folk song
You came with a sweet tongue of love, yet all I see is terrorism and
A holy war fought by crusaders crushing the bones of the unbelievers
Those who worship idols yet lived a life akin to nature – a life of love
You have created a polarised world of Christed men with less shame for evil
Of religious women without morals
Of Ulamas who feed on the sweat of Almagiris
Oh Christ! is this the gospel you preached on the street of Nazareth?
O! Mohamed is this the Rasuul you preached in Mecca
O! God what we do in your Name, we should be afraid of doing even in the dark
Allow me to return home
To my folk song
In African theism, to the shrines of Alusi’gwe,
To do my folk song with Oganigwe the beautiful masquerade
To solicit corn and groundnuts from old women with sagging breasts
Chasing the kids with a whip in my hand as I wear the mask of the spirit
A spirit of sportsmanship, of equity and love, of fair play and brotherhood.
Allow me do my folk song
Categories:
unbelievers, culture, dance, god, philosophy,
Form:
Epic
THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST
Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again
If you believe this in your heart, and live it, say Amen
But if you scoff and say to others, that you don't believe
There will come a time when nothing can relieve
The fear that engulfs you when Jesus says to you
"Depart from me, I never knew you"
There shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth that day
When scoffers and unbelievers hear Him say
Separate the wicked from among the just
And do unto them what you must
Then you'll be cast into a lake of fire
With flames that soar higher and higher
But if you believe what the Scriptures say
Then it won't have to be that way
These words He'll say to you my son
"Enter into my Father's rest. Well done"
So hear these heart felt words I speak
Don't wait another day or week
You may not have that much time left
Before you meet the Angel of Death
So I beseech you while you still can
Take advantage of God's great plan
Then you will know beyond any doubt
That eternity in hell has been ruled out
Curtis Moorman
22 March 2020
Categories:
unbelievers, atheist, baptism, christian, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
The Scripture asserts this truth in Luke 21:11:
“And great earthquakes shall be in divers places,
and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights
and great signs shall there be from heaven.”
Already prophesied… thus, expected to happen.
With such turmoil, I, DISASTER personified present to you
my horrifying rage smiting mountains’ grandeur
igniting volcanoes to burst out flames reminding hell’s torture forever
awaiting the faithless and unbelievers to yell midst restlessness’ angst
sealed in their deplorable doom midst cruel defiant hatred.
You’ve witnessed my fury as devouring CALAMITY
revealed by my forest fire’s peril…
such is just a glimpse of unending heat in hell’s no-exit destiny
where misery gloom prevails in endless darkness
due to sufferings and hopelessness pangs
leaving righteousness-offenders in their guilty status.
My wrath’s unleashing fatal power of ruthless CATASTROPHE
reigns over mankind’s abuse of nature, bringing pestilence
as sun’s scorching heat keeps emitting deadly rays
voicing out grim warning of hell-fire's everlasting torment
expressing death's wailing every second
as sorrows, anguish, woes howl in wild lamentation
with constant gnashing of teeth terribly experienced.
In my PERDITION forces, you’re awakened by God Almighty
now, reflect on this reality as I appeal to your body, soul and spirit…
my terror is still no match with hell's tenacious grip
which you can miss to obtain peace-filled freedom
by trusting the Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ placing your faith in HIM
Who already vanquished hell by His sacrificial love*
toward triumphant "end of age" welcoming unending agelessness.
*Romans 5:8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Dramatic Monologue with personification
May 8, 2021
9th place, "A Poem of Horror" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama; judged on 5/12/2021.
Categories:
unbelievers, christian, environment, faith, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
HEAT WAVE (Tanka)
“gods exhort the sun
punish the unbelievers”
and so it was done
the greeks believed in many
but we now pray to just one
“oh lord please spare us
frying eggs on the sidewalk
hasn’t been much fun
we know we hated winter
but summer is a bummer”
Categories:
unbelievers, nature
Form:
Tanka
There are some who say there’s no redemption
and we mustn’t waste time with this deception
There’s nothing we can do but move on
and perhaps we can see another dawn
There is no absolution for our indiscretions
and our past is past no need for our confessions
They ask, “are we to blame for the stain in us?”
No type of repentance can remove this pus
These desperate people have no hope
and every day they walk the tightrope
Death smiles at each of us they say
whether you are straight or gay
No need to waste your time pretending
that there is something worth defending
They say that no amount of praying
will ever save us from displaying
The putrid stain that keeps us craving
Categories:
unbelievers, atheist, faith,
Form:
Couplet
O! FLUFF! FIZZ! ICE-TRUFFLES and BANDALEES!
Can't see the forest, for the snow on trees!
Where every gossamer veil of snow delights
And every string of bulbs mimics Heav'n's Lights!
O! TRUE! the tales of gnomes and Ice-Elves are!
(I fear some fool will catch one in a jar
and so, I've held my Peace on this -- so far)
But NOW, I must speak out, you see... on par
With Ancient Wisdom are the Fairy Stories,
Chuck full of Angels, dwarves... filled with the Glories
Of... Champions, Magicians of Renown...
Of tiny folk, who live in Tinytown…
Of Reprimands for those who trouble Nature
(Or use JUST Scientific Nomenclature).
REBUKE! O, WISE! The Unbelievers, ALL!
Who LAUGH at gnolls and trolls, both great, and small!
For He that trusts not, sews with poison thread,
That knots Hope; leaves Imagination dead.
Date Written: December 28, 2018
For Contest: BUNNY LUMP
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
unbelievers, fairy, hope, imagination, simple,
Form:
Rhyme
Scriptures declare that believers be true
to be faithful to Christ always in His way
being not unequally yoked to unbelievers
obeying God's word stand fast they would stay
Righteousness can't compare with lawlessness
it's totally opposite having nothing in common
just like back and white so colourfully distinct
remember your place not to be forgotten
A believers fellowship needs are akin
to those of similar likened taste
so that unity blends uniquely together
making your pilgrimage have no waste
The sweet communion of believers faith
be full of Christ's abundant light
giving no room for any darkness
making fellowship such precious sight
Believers need be equally yoked
filled with Christ's love for each one
enticing others of what's true love
be separate unto Christ God's son
(Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? What accord has Christ with Belial? Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever? What agreement has the temple of God with idols? For we are the temple of the living God; as God said,
“I will make my dwelling among them and walk among them,
and I will be their God,
and they shall be my people.
Therefore go out from their midst,
and be separate from them, says the Lord,
and touch no unclean thing;
then I will welcome you,
and I will be a father to you,
and you shall be sons and daughters to me,
says the Lord Almighty.”)
2 Corinthians 6: 14-18 (ESV)
Categories:
unbelievers, bible, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Look at you in the mirror, brilliant journalist
You, the journalist who seeks my gaze,
You, the journalist who laughs without knowing us better,
Look at you in the mirror
You, the journalist who exercises your power over people,
You like to be heard, looked at,
But you don’t understand who we are, really
Look in the mirror, twice instead of once,
Instead of looking at the camera like a crocodile that devours us,
Like a lion, hunting fearful zebras and unbelievers,
Sure of your strength, it’s embarrassing, look in the mirror,
We are more sensitive than you. We suffer for your presence here.
Look in the mirror, journalist, arrogant crocodile,
We’re not zebras striped with stupidity.
Categories:
unbelievers, appreciation, social,
Form:
Free verse
The Lord is everywhere,
He sees everything
Through His' Angels' eyes.
Those stories in the Bible
Could just be metaphors
Of other important things.
If only unbelievers
Would think that He exists
And that the words of The Bible
Are only there to teach us...
(This Earth could possible already be "Hell"...)
May sinners not be condemned by Him,
But rather, let them learn from
Their own personal consequences
From committing gluttony, lust and pride.
A person who is gluttonous
Will only achieve nothing but bad health.
A person who is lustful
Will only be chasing after disease.
And a person with very much pride
Yet is also very selfish
Will not be liked (perhaps loved but not like) by others.
God sees everything,
He has allowed all to have free will,
Therefore you make the choices,
As you suffer from doing wrong,
He will help you, He will "discipline" you.
He is there to give you choices
And the opportunities to change.
Categories:
unbelievers, god, religion, religious, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
FOR MOTIVATIONAL PURPOSES
MONOTHEISTIC CHRISTIANITY
Old Testament
I am a giver not a taker.
I am a lover not a hater.
I excite not incite.
I bring courage to the fight.
When you down, I’ll help you up.
Sadness is just moving on to the next level.
I am pleasure not pain.
I bring ecstasy to the insane.
I ignite emotions to empower.
I will inform a giaour.
When there are questions, I will educate.
Unbelievers will become profound in faith.
In heaven, I reside.
I am paradise to the mind.
I delight and inspire.
Via prayer, you can feel my vibes.
When you down, I will uplifted.
Therefore, bring your burdens unto me.
I am the thrill to seekers.
I am insight to disbelievers.
I am the throne of greatness.
I am the tone of innateness.
Inner core I afford.
I am the omnipotent.
I am the father of Jesus Christ Lord.
I am The Almighty God.
Say Amen!
New Testament
I am a giver not a taker.
I am a lover not a hater.
I excite not incite.
I bring courage to the fight.
When you down, I’ll help you up.
Sadness is just moving on to the next level.
I am pleasure not pain.
I bring ecstasy to the insane.
I ignite emotions to empower.
I will inform a giaour.
When there are questions, I will educate.
Unbelievers will become profound in faith.
In heaven, I now reside.
I am paradise to the mind.
I delight and inspire.
Via prayer, you can feel my vibes.
When you down, I will uplifted.
Therefore, bring your burdens unto me.
I am the thrill to seekers.
I am insight to disbelievers.
I am the throne of greatness.
I am the tone of innateness.
Inner core I afford.
I am the keeper and the voice.
I am Jesus Christ Lord.
I am the son of The Almighty God.
Say Hallelujah Amen!
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Penned on October 21, 2014!
Categories:
unbelievers, hope, inspiration, inspirational, moving
Form:
Pastoral
Page 10
‘T wasn’t long before we nestled
In the belly of the beast
And we might not all have fit
If it wasn’t for some grease
Demetre was disturbed
By the prodding of a sword
So he said to Val discreetly
You’re not the only one who’s bored
There’s no time to horse around
Or for gaiety of sorts
Until we win this town
There’ll be no more water sports
I had to be very firm
For these men sure like to play
And focus on the reason
We were all crammed in this way
Achilles’ please stop shoving
There’s no room to give you more
And , Philo please wake up
For, I loath to hear you snore
The others on the beach
Have set sail, and left in mass
As I could see so very well
From a crack found in the ass
Page 11 You're Just Busting My Walls
Then just as we expected
The large Gates opened wide
And all those crazy Trojans
Came out, who were inside
Some looked upon my ass
With glee and adoration
While others sot to burn it down
Without investigation
Their highest Priest, now stepped forth
To speak the voice of reason
Don’t you see it is a "Horse"
A gift we should find pleasing
Still others shouted out, awful words
Not worth repeating
And our ass seem in some trouble
As their tempers started heating
It wasn’t long, till it began
The eclipse was right on time
It convinced the unbelievers
That my big ass was divine
They all bowed down to kiss it
It was a spectacle to see
And I’m glad I didn’t miss it
For it was, personal to me
Page 12
My men until this day
Claimed a tear, formed by my eye
And I quickly turned away
So they wouldn’t see me cry
But the moment didn’t last
As we found we were in motion
They tied ropes around my ass
And applied a slippery lotion
Now the wheels had proper grease
And the lines where taunt and tight
They started pulling on my ass
And were using all their might
We were really rolling now
As we headed for the gate
The men got so elated
That they hardly couldn’t wait
When we finally reached the gates
We had to stop a bit
Our structure was too tall
And this big ass, wouldn’t fit
But one of their members
A fricken genus, if I may
Said, lets tear down that portion
Of the wall that’s in the way
Categories:
unbelievers, funny,
Form:
Epic
Tribute to Bishop Daly of UK
There are always those who mock
There are believers
Also unbelievers
There are believers of this way, and that
My god is greater than your god
By god, there is no god
My god is the only god
Believe in what I believe
And you shall live
Believe otherwise and you shall die
My sword shall draw your blood in the name of peace
Words oft repeated daily past and present
Ye of little knowledge
Ye of the fools gardens
We are but dots in the sky
Raindrops in the monsoons of knowledge
That we think, we think we know
We know not, what we know not
We travel roads oft traveled
We seek answers to questions with more questions
The seekers pretend they have found
The floundering are always seeking
With the troubles long ago
There was an answer buried inside a beautiful soul
Daly was this message clear
Peace over hate
Love over violence
Tolerance over differences
Kindness towards all living things
Hate never will defeat hate
Love may not win every battle
Love though will win at the end of times
The universe was created just so
Whatever your path
Bishop Daly blessed us all
He knew the power of love
With a humble heart, he served
Both god and mankind
Categories:
unbelievers, appreciation, beauty, christian, dedication,
Form:
Free verse