Sad Spiritual Poems - Poems about Sad Spiritual

When someone first dies and leaves us, It’s hard to lift that sense of gloom, When their body is no longer with us, But their presence still fills the room. But within our treasured memories, We can recollect their smiling face, For in our heart-of-hearts we know, They are now in a much better place. ...

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Darkness is fast Tree with no leaves Souls are gloomy....

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A familiar path I walked frequently with glee the feeling of a constant stare came over me upon looking to find the place of the stare nobody was in sight, no one was even there Next day I decided to look a bit closer maybe I'm dealing with a trickster wondering who could it be watching what I found out was...

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Dear God anywhere but here I pray, both day and night with a sigh. I just want to run far away, away where I can be myself. I want my life to be real, not a life someone else has picked for me. A beautiful life that I can live in, a life I can grow in love and happiness. Many times...

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pistols at dawn, one will die ~ fate unknown, both hearts will sigh...

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Why should I doubt, why should I fear When Jesus my High Priest is near? Would He desert His blood-bought child And let him sink in sin defiled? Has He not love and grace combined With power and wisdom sweetly twined? So would He leave me to decay If I neglect sometimes to pray? How much more faithful He than I, When sometimes I...

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Freedom hides in me, A barbaric source of madness, Exposed in life to die, Am I too lucid or a dreamer? When the stars shake off the night, And the moon cries on a mountain corner, I carry with silent resignation The rotten coffin among the graves. A soul trapped in an eternal form That gives birth by killing itself to the same form, I...

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At birth, the first thing we do is cry. Once we reach home, in the cradle we lie. Then we get bored and give our legs a try. As infants, it’s all about me and my. Soon, it is time for school, Oh me, Oh My, and each day an adult wave us goodbye. When learning gets hard, we...

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As your tears flow through the windows of your own soul, oh grieving heart, Know always these are only but the gentlest of water droplets Always evaporating upwards towards the Heavens....

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The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sight So they went to be the white stars to master and trap the darkness After the stars broke into the...

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They say when mind and heart are at war It's tough to decide whose side you are Which one blooming truth of what you are you ended up taking the side of any one of all Your soul, alas or jocose but gratified at last What chaos when mind and heart are opposed when Both draff upholds issues at all to...

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An Esau lifts the carnal And mocks the spiritual Though he possessed the birthright He pursued the physical An Esau values his ways "Satisfy the appetite" Despise God's promised future A dangerous stew to bite An Esau rejects God's ways His birthright he sold for stew The cunning hunter is snared A misstep he can't undo An Esau forfeits blessing God's promise deemed a dud Prey to...

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A solitary teardrop formed in my eye, so I froze the flow of time, to learn the cause of my sorrow when desires were flying high. My conscience spoke, saying I'd broken God's laws, engaged in needless strife, which soul does decry, so distanced from source, these teardrops fall because light of God indwelling form is veiled from sight and so He...

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soul wounds scars fails to form pain seems to be the norm storm after storm happiness in the eyes when hope shies from its weak tries they said the sun never lies .. and how many times it shun just for fun hurt fills the blood vintage wine the more the time, like old open wounds from time to...

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Salt tears drip from leaves, to land on tea-colored pages. Hopes and dreams, written in the ink of history, slowly blur and drip into the underworld of the abandoned and long forgotten. Salt waters of the ocean and tumbling waves turn stones and pebbles to sand, erasing familiar shapes and throwing up barriers to once precious memories. Dimming eyes look out on unfamiliar landscapes of...

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