Diety Poems | Examples

Prism

Looking at him is like looking through a kaleidoscope 
He feeds my fascination with
all of his beautiful colors
His body full of light and sound
I love his brown eyes
Their glorious depth that draws me in
Their shape, their shade
 His chocolate , his mahogany, his cinnamon
Warm cherry against his honey skin
 he lights up , a diety in the summer sun
smiles to me softly like a dream 
My eternal muse 
My bellflower blue and lemon cream
His hearts a prism in the palm of my hands
Polished crystalline pristine

The Holy Month

Ya Ramadan,  holiest of all months
With luxurious scent of the bitter almonds.
A month of forgiveness and piety,
I proclaim Allah as my God, and no diety;
Ya Ramadan that clothed my heart with deen
And made me worry not 'bout how life had been.
The month where all worries turn to joy,
When Allah says all sins He shall destroy;
Ya Ramadan Oh Ramadan leaveth not yet,
For I'm loving your company that makes me forget-
The soothingness of pain and the hurt of smiles, 
Like dancing to ukulele and sliding on tiles;
Ya Ramadan the purifier of souls,
I'm paying my dues in Dua and settling my tolls, 
Make me newer before you leave again, Ya Ramadan, 
I just wanna be me, not necessarily Jagaban!

#GaliDaPoet #Ramadan Series #2024

Wind

I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me to quench their thirst and pray
I blow the moisture-laden clouds, I carry from place to place, their way
I never rest a moment for that would be catastrophic beyond reason
the same is true of my excessive agility as I cause storms of destruction
My power is immense to cause havoc when angry, which is often
But, I also touch the cheek of a child gently, and caress unseen
I go everywhere, I touch everything, nothing escapes me on the surface
I snuff out flames but I also fan fires, I'm the original 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde'
Many ancient religions and tribes worship me as a Diety of some stature
But I must admit I am disoriented by the Sun's heat, and Earth's rotation.

Silent One of Light

Forged in silence
Birthed heaven alone
Why did light spread its rays?


Poem about the Silent One of Light (the supreme God) from Sethian theology.

Beatified

Prayer without indemnity,
prejudice, or blame,
weaponizing Diety…
a dogma-based refrain

Through Him our Divinity
rejoining heart and mind,
to truly know Who reigns supreme
last sacrament defined

Religion like the training wheels
discarded when we we’re young,
to free the rider in the wind
—His spokes forever spun

(Easter Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

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The memory of the lost ring,
Arise the heaven blue to sing,
"Focusing the right cling'
Can straight your ring wing.

On the movement of dark ark,
Allow mammoth of the tape black,
Satisfy not the wage of blue sark,
That is eating the simply glark in the glare of dark.

The libration of humanity,
Corrupt all the vein to “rude diety”
That was found on the Clive of hill guilty,
In untold way of the cruel certainty.

In there any object,
That was in this‡ to object,
Except in poverty abject,
Like the white ray in a whitish concept.

A young tray of thought,
Asked the birth to give him deep thought,
But the betray of hot shot,
Placed on the back of white thought.

Running from the sea side,
With no where to hide,
Both in rain and hot,he has to slide,
From the dirty takes to tide.

Away a lost hope,
Where he no where to cope,
Better change the tape,
To sing for you a song of yellow grape.

Empire Wolf Brother Capital Romeing

Striding into and under the town
gate's

Two brother's came a riding
wolf back

Searching for a capital city on
which to build an empire forth

Subjugating the masses into subject's

And the battled conquered into
slavery

Ceaser , Emperor , Senator

Pretorians , Centurions , Gladiator
at the ready to guard the faith

From pagan diety to singularity
theologians

And so usher in the origins of 
Catholicism and the Holy Bible

To build a church opon the basis
of the teachings of the Jew once
crucified named Jesus 

Who entered Jerusalem astride
a donkeys back to heal the
sick and poor and speak of
love and forgiveness

Who ended up becoming 
Jesus of the new Jerusalem

Who's capital still to this day
is based in Rome be that
Vatican City

Ever since and before the 
dark ages of enlightenment

The Crooning Bee

My heart feels crestfallen
Whenever I think about that day
She looked like a bee collecting pollen
In the garden of Deity as she pray


The raven attire on the pale skin
The ample lips and the double chin
Crooning behind the queen bee
Her voice was faint yet bold as the sea


I kept admiring the charm of the damsel
But she paid no heed
she kept worshiping from the chancel
And my heart wanted me to plead


My trembling approach to her was late
As the crowd started to leave
I lost to the cruelty of my fate
But my heart wasn't ready to believe


Whenever I have that recollection
Looking at the hanky kept as souvenir
My heart blooms with infatuation
As I could feel her euphonious voice clear

Confronted By Evil

After I got an honorable discharge from the military. I was so angry at him.  I went on an antiGod rampage and went to a pagan cerimony.  It was my turn to walk up to a person channeling a diety that person looked me in the eye and told me...

"You don't belong here your his."  

That floored me!  I don't think it was another diety. I think it was something of pure evil. 

I had plainly turned my back on God.  But he once again revieled I was protected as his child.  

This is a little scary to post.  You can use your own discernment.  

My belief is that to evil I am his. I use to think I was under spiritual attack but I understand all my hurt and shame didn't seperate me from God. 

Hurting myself was my choice yet he always is with me and finds a way to bring people for me to see him through.

I honor people have a right to believe what they want I don't judge.  For me its God.

Raven Legends

A Shadorma


Oh spectre
of the blackest ink,
satin shroud
feathering;
ignorance begets terror
though you are a bird.

Poe’s penning
only adds darkness
to legends
greatest plight;
feared by those who believe myth,
unfounded tall tales.

Cailleach did
feast on men’s bodies
in disguise,
a raven,
her dark disguise projecting
into human eyes.

Totem for
the great Bran; guarded
by your kind, 
the tower
of London paints the sky black;
inky feathered swarm.

Great Arthur
Once and future king,
was transformed 
into your
breed, so that he might return
to reign once again.

In truth you
are only a bird,
like others
you raise young,
though stories the world around
feed creative minds.




Note 1: Cailleach, in Scottish legend, was an evil hag who dined on men’s bodies, disguised as different birds, including the raven.

Note 2: The Welsh diety Bran’s head is said to have been buried beneath the Tower of London after he cut it off himself and rests there securely guarded by the ravens.  Reference: https://treesforlife.org.uk/forest/mythology-folklore/raven/;

I Am Apollo

 I am skilled, and without any weakness
With a bow and arrow, I have great prowess
One shot of mine, and even massive men
Become nothing more than obstacles fallen. 

 I am without anxiety, apprehension or fear
The future hides nothing from this mighty seer
Reckless, they call me, but here I assure,
I quake for nothing, not fear, and not failure. 

 Protector of so many, and patron of more
My heavens are heights to which no mortal can soar
Diety and embodiment of intelligence and might
Of civilisation and youth and music and light. 

 I am without love, cursed in my desire,
Scorched are all they who capture my fire
Every royal, each hero, is a breathing reminder
That I stand alone with no heart for a partner. 

 I am young Icarus, whose wings my rays melted
Who fell for his pride, disillusioned and misdirected
I am his father Daedalus, the now flightless inventor
Brilliant at first glance, but now, nothing more.

Dying To Be Free

Somebody please hold me
Struggling to struggle
I wear lonliness
My vicious mind smiles at my sadness
Looking for hope outwith
Knowing that there is none within
My words pain scratched upon this page
I spit your pity in your face
All who look into my abyss are absorbed
Born to be sadness
And dying to be free
I hold my finger proudly 
In front of any diety or devil
And all life in between
My voice the unheard scream
My mind insanities dream
My heart a broken drum
My soul a childs fairytale
No happy ever after or before
So ready to stop feeling
The sadness deep inside could smother God and all that he surveys
All darkness swallowed and light would turn in fear
All that i feel trapped within a tear

No Voice, No Name

Bloody fetus ripped to shreds
Tissue mass scarlet red
Ancient slime, evolution stew
That was all I thought of you
Your life demands inconvience me
I'll kill you now to keep me free
My idol, my god, myself be praised
A sacrifice offering to hell I raise
Your severed life cut to the quick
Bodily remains in sewage thick
I gloat at God I am pro choice
To murder a child that has no voice
My will I honor, diety supreme
Gods judgement prevails, it's then I scream
To lucifer's delight I writhe in flame
I aborted a child that has no name

Meditative Clouds

Meditative Clouds
He lay down on the sandy shore
A back pack pillow ‘neath his head
He stared up at the open sky
to recognize his favorite scenes
The sun concealed by Nimbus clouds
Perchance some rain would fall anon
the thin clouds splashed a bit of light
The sun exploded from its sheath
of Cirrus clouds dispersed to show the
 shape Of Stratus that erased the sun
He sensed desire to meditate

As time moved on the shapes had changed
The dark and light of Arcus Clouds
As evening neared the sol would drop
to sink into the ocean floor
Formatted different clouds to see
The Sunset is our diety

© Ralph Sergi August 23 2017

I Am But Me

Had an epiphany today, a realization to my dismay
That I was never evil, despite all the words that I say
I've always questioned the planet, trying hard to understand it
Humans and Gods, Why are we here? I often ranted
If I questioned God, then I must be bad, I believed it
Becoming the serpent, the Devil and the hate I received it
But I was never lost, just wanted to be my own boss
My soul isn't the cost, my spirit can't be simply glossed
I am me, gleefully accept responsibility
For I am but a man trying to be a living diety
My love and words have never meant any harm
I just wanted to be the one to raise the alarm
If our eyes are closed, we aren't legally blind
If our minds are confined, then we aren't one of a kind
No better than cattle, I won't be domesticated
Understanding of oneself can never be underrated
I think I finally made it, to the other side of the shore
A castaway no more, I've opened a new door

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