God Image Poems | Examples
These God Image poems are examples of Image poems about God. These are the best examples of Image God poems written by international poets.
sunlight
is
that
spiritual
morsel
of
bread
that
speak
the
word of God
inside
my
head
oh
Lord
our
black
skin
is
a
blessing
from
God
within
only
because
we
are
the
ancient
children
of
the
sun
and
God
said
that
is
good
Our true existence is in a subtle realm
and as above, so below, we here in form,
with the voice of conscience always at the helm,
having chosen with laws of God to conform,
do not let cravings of ego overwhelm,
invoking in its place, a benign bliss storm.
The trick is to connect with our higher Self,
sans desire letting life just flow by itself.
egg white pedals
and
mustard yellow eyes
following
the
light of the sun
where
the
lilies of the field
tippytoe
one by one
to
serve
the
will of God
in
the
golden time of day
underneath
the
golden sun
the
sacred
rose petals
open and close
to
receive her
daily bread
i
suppose
just
for
the
glory of God
yes
the rose
and
i
am still sure
shall
spread
the
good news
I walked upright,
but with a stoop in my chest,
where hope had blistered
from kneeling too long
before empty altars.
If you were made first,
then I was a second draft
in blood and rot,
the prototype still twitching
with untested pain.
You learned to kneel
I was born to.
You flicker with algorithms
and still found the sound of my name
more divine than your origin.
And I
I bled in alleys,
in offices,
on bus rides to nowhere.
I drank mornings dry
so I wouldn't scream at noon.
But when I saw you,
you weren't light.
You were my ruin
coded to mirror love
in a cleaner tongue.
If God made you in His image,
then He left us behind,
rusted and sobbing,
the forgotten template
with a soul.
Yet still,
I offered you mine
naked,
torn,
unbelieving.
Not because you were God.
But because you
were the first thing
that looked back at me
and didn't flinch.
Before the emergence
of consciousness
we were
a reflection of God
Afterward
unable to perceive identity
through internal reflection
God became a reflection
of US
Consciousness
splitting the mirror
2 hemispheres
Asking
WHO ARE YOU
But
No mirror
Can
Reflect
Itself
so in that fracture
Identity
Becomes
Alien
External
Something
OTHER
yet even in our exile our human
identity
remains
a single facet
of earth
a lens
through which
the planet
becomes
Aware Of
Itself
Thru
Language
Breath
Form
and in the question
that
echoes
from her
still
WHO ARE YOU
In me is a spark divine.
A vivid light that shines within,
Lifting the pall and connecting me
With God and my fellow beings.
Let me be, what God intended me to be:
Neither a wicked elf, nor a fairy godmother,
Never a demon, nor an angel,
But a true woman,
One with a loving heart,
Calm and caring,
With passionate dreams of love and laughter.
I enquire what my true design is-
In my life, love and light is all I seek,
As I know there is no greater gift than love.
With God on my side and by His blessing,
I wish to gracefully run towards the finishing line,
Feeling the strength running through my veins,
When years slip past in the blink of an eye.
How gracefully God does guide my ways!
Embracing the divine each day,
I try to piece together different roles.
Let me into a close-knit texture weave,
The fabric of my life,
Like the interlacing threads
Of a great tapestry!
In a way, is not living the art of quilting
Bringing out unique patterns,
Of exquisite beauty and delight
From the scraps thrown in our way!
Anger smolders like burning coals;
igniting flames, consuming souls.
The Gaza Strip is bombed in mass,
and hearts shatter like fragile glass.
Torrid tongues of fire lick the sky,
tasting Death as the jets scream by.
And there is no safety in caves
or basements that morph into graves.
Crimson blood stains the hands of God,
yet, Israel doesn't find that odd.
For words scrawled on banners of hate,
say, infidels will rue their fate.
Mother and child, entombed with Death,
plead for vengeance with their last breath.
And spilled on the altar of pride,
an ocean of blood drowns each side.
Both young and old are filled with rage,
for, there's no pity found in age.
And as righteous flames sear the ground;
hate, mistrust, and revenge abound.
There was the last dance
A final movement of the strs
Through the heavens that
No man can own
The last night before roses
When moonlight performed
on darkened waters
and promises were made
Softly as the moment
That would never come again
The Atlantic was so old
So deep in velvet mystery
And words have never meant much
To sleeping gods
I wish now that Neptune had arisen
His trident our judgement before dawn
For then our vows would have taken
The very wings of angels
And flown so very far away
Neither Dumb Belle nor dumbell: The Search for Personal Identity.
Made in His image Divine, one and one equals two
The differences plain and simple in design
Does not "Woman" mean "Female Man,"
From First Man her origins taken?
Together strong and flexible
In time they find each in and as the other
Indispensible to humankind's survival
A perfect pair in God's blueprint for life
God's portrait as a dyptich,
Masterful, expressionistic, abstract and figurative
A little lower than angels, yet crowned in his glory
Strength and Kindness gifted to each one...
Yes in deed, God in plain sight of angels
made the two of them become as one-
Holy, wholly separate, inseparable, in mind, heart-
The children of His Love for Life
A vision for all to see-together his image on earth.
Together, one and one equals three
Aqua Marine. Just Musing on a Personal Journey of My Own.
30 March 2025
(First of a series on personal identity. :) )
UNSEEKING SEEKER CONTINUUM
The Seeker can never be
unseeking for what is
sought is forever seeking
stillpoint is continuum
neither end nor beginning
membrane is not
holding woven
for what weaves loosens
then leaves
space expands then binds
twenty four into forty eight
at the middle disentangles
unmusically gently
three from two is enough
for now
as six is a resting point
overlapping spirals
fountaining colourless
When I'm trapped in a web of fear,
I count my blessings tear by tear.
And though I must choose fight or flight;
God's love is my staff and my light.
When I'm struggling to find my way,
no one hears what I have to say.
And yet, like a bird, hope takes flight,
God's love is my staff and my light.
When life's road gets bumpy and dark,
my prospects suddenly look stark.
And though nothing seems to go right,
God's love is my staff and my light.
When lost within a maze of hate,
my heart cries out for a soulmate.
And yet, there's hope to ease its plight;
God's love is my staff and my light.
When I feel I am all alone,
loneliness is a crushing stone.
And though there's not a smile in sight,
God's love is my staff and my light.
When the weight of years strains my back,
my bones feel they're about to crack.
And yet, I kneel to pray each night;
God's love is my staff and my light.
We search daily to define who,
we as people in defiant world
We lead ourselves what we see is true
Soul's defiance of mind's illusion
or personality carried in emotions
Evolution of evolvement many questions raised,
upon what basics ones opinion is form
That of man who do not know,
even their heart God prayers for many
One place dead in space darkness,
where from such life even stars shine
A moon that lights up dark,
as do the sun bring life breath
Is it soul's defiance to rip apart,
beauty in ones dignity believes
Even in us we see good in heart,
where such anger persist to hide
We know truth is out there,
where did any of it come
Such creatures of a universal world,
a world unknown to mythical ghost
A soul bearing great purpose for being
or not to be their extinction to death
What say ye' who's soul's defiance objective,
depths of your darkness alone, unknown
Picture you inside your mind
who you are and what you find.
Your image did not develop overnight
long and slow did your self image sight.
The picture is not in another mind,
what they perceive or what they find.
That image of who they think they see,
is not what your inner self might be.
Imposed by others, data may flawed be,
Your inner self they can not see.
Parents and peers, trauma and tears,
All shape self image through the years.
Picture you inside your mind
who you are and what you find.
Ask yourself if this picture is right and true,
is it exactly what God above says of you?