Prophets Poems - Poems about Prophets

The false prophets abloom again just like they were at the turn of the century. Afterall, 2000 is a huge number and huge numbers beg for huge events... the second coming would have fit the bill. After a couple thousand years the wandering children of Israel came back home The good book says the third temple has to be built some red...

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The woman was a prophet, though many forgot it. She read the fates for others, she helped many lovers. Never once did she look into her own soul, she never tried to find what would make her whole. But one day, she wished on a star— that she could find a love that would go far. A man with a long beard prophesied...

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Trembling rain winds of fame this game is just another regret standing here on cold I so my fear crushed my anxiety prophets and reality cruel my intentions this is and never is never to see and to never see eye to eye cry for cry die in my arms all the lies and all good buys enter the fall, crawl into...

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armageddon heat false prophets are popping up colonels eating oil ...

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“And for what, except for you, do I feel love” Wallace Stevens Concealed in full view there are sanctuaries where you can go when the shrill noise of politicians, preachers and prophets gets too loud - the quiet of a morning wearing a glossy melt of frost honeyed in the glow of first light - forest trails winding under...

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It’s always the prophets... those who know the language of the birds... Through their prophetic bones, they carry the memory of older days when birds and animals and humans all spoke the same language; when humans could turn into birds and birds would change into humans without any murmurs from their feathered chests. In a shadowed corner of their minds,...

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in short, with care, i have read prophets careers and real lives stories I do love them all their efforts and honesty appreciated...

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every prophet is like a perfect very beautiful lovely moon the first one of them is Adam, the last one of them is Mohammed so love all of them: Adam, Noah, Jesus, John and many to list Allah's blessing, goodwill, grace as well as peace be upon all of them...

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Noah the prophet, was sent by God, to those who did not believe, he lived and preached a thousand years, but they still did not conceive. He begged and urged the pagan clans, but God had other plans. He built the ark at Gods command, to sail a mighty sea, they mocked and laughed when...

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What proclaims to save our souls is killing its believers Religion worse than nuclear war … born again deceivers Breaking every moral creed stealing zero-sum Ashes left to burn and rot —Yahweh on the run (The New Room: January, 2023) ...

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POEM: Welcome to Palestine. The land of the prophets and the martyrs. Let’s show show some respect, and bow down in humility… Gaza may be small, but their angels are all over and as far as the eye can see.. Saying Herod, Nimrod, and Pharoah are saints. How can this be? Believe me, They were barbaric tyrants,...

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O how have I suffered such great graves! I have been pierced by the swords of my kings Injected with the liquid of their corruptions They have rescinded my harmonious names They have plucked away my treasures, With every good of mine Possessed unto themselves as stern, And given them to foreign sons. For self-benefits they have sold me to them, And these Whitefaces...

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Prophetical contests When I see many poetry contests Some competitions of some master poets I always wish to see competitions of prophets. As prophet Elijah competed with the Prophets of Baal. As how  Prophet Daniel described And interpreted the statue which King Nebuchadnezzar saw in his dream while the  Magicians, enchaters, Socercers and  Astrologers Failed. Like  how partiach Joseph interpreted The...

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" When the Soul wants to experience something she throws out an image in front of her and then steps into it." Meister Eckhart Little bits spin off like sparks from a grinding wheel, as if you are being honed to fit the dimentions of an ideal, the template of a saved soul. Sometimes too much is taken off, ground down to where the will is...

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what is the true pattern of consciousness in this immense universe? how far into the overwhelming breach has awareness been dispersed? in the depths of exhaustion, the dark silent stillness nourishes me universe is full of entities which act surreptitiously from ignition, our sun has shown each second of every cosmic day particle exchange has long been the source of...

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