Sad Spiritual Poems | Examples

When Truth Turns to Shadows

When truth is reversed into lies,
a silent cry takes its place.
And when this happens,
prayer becomes the only weapon
against the cruelty of the world.

A cry the world refuses to hear.
A pain that goes unnoticed.
A silent cry in a solitary room—
and yet, a flicker of hope,
a thought still blooming
beyond the ache.

Trust becomes a fragile thread—
easily frayed once you step away.
Laughter echoes in your absence,
not always in kindness.
Advice arrives,
dressed in concern,
but its weight presses you further down.

Encouragement stays silent,
while sympathy hides behind walls.
Words come sharp,
not to lift, but to slice.
They speak as if they know your path,
yet never ask where your feet have been.

The smile once shared
to lift others from despair—
gone in a breath,
vanished in the hush
of midnight blues.
In a moment, everything changed.

Now, with only the weight of sorrow to carry,
I hold on to the one thing that remains:
prayer—
the shield against the shadows,
the strength to block the evil
that prowls unseen.

Silent Hymn

She left no echo, made no sound,
Just folded time without a frown.
No curtain call, no loud applause—
Just grace departing without pause.

A hand once warm now gently still,
A final breath, a resting will.
And yet, her presence lingers on—
In morning light and dusk till dawn.

Soft is the way the faithful part—
A silent hymn within the heart.
No need for words, no need to cry,
Just love wrapped in a silent hymn.

In quiet grace, their spirits fly.

Funeral poem In A Better Place

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.

Weary Souls

Darkness is fast
Tree with no leaves
Souls are gloomy.

Anywhere But Here

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 I have asked myself,
why is life so very hard and unfair? 
I am still listening and waiting,
will the answer ever show up?
Maybe one day....

Thought of the day

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

Why Should I Doubt

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 His name deny
And when my days are filled with cares
And few and far between my prayers.

Why anxious be,
My child, my love?
I rule above
And here below,
Do you not know
That sun and storm
And smooth and rough
All good and ill
Are subject to my will – 
      for good?

“We know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose.”
      Romans 8:28

My own killer

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 am in solidarity with my own phantom
From the day I gave up on being human.

Heaven Hears Your Tears

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.

Soul Intertwined With, Heart Versus Mind Wars

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 resolve

The issues that ruffle and muddle thy soul
Soul bid mind and heart to calm all the chaos
But, both respond matter out of their spell of charm
The soul now roves a lot to get issues resolved
When the mind and heart stop working at all soul
Stand at the seashore as an epitome of chaos
Questioning its other halves and the God
Whom should it call to open its heart n scars?
Says alas over issues that never get solved
Alas! Alas! Alas!

An Esau

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 his own appetite
Addiction duped this stud

An Esau learns his fate late
He seeks now to recover
The blessing he once despised
Was captured by his brother

An Esau has space to repent
But it's not unrestricted
The Spirit strives for a time
To rescue the convicted

An Esau cannot repent
Even if he wanted to
Though he seeks with many tears
The Holy Spirit withdrew

Misty Eyes

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 weeps these tears, beholding our plight.

Soul Wounds

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 time it erupts and flood 
what's done is done 
you get used to serving the same piece of your flesh well done
deeper said the wound to the dagger
... and the word i love you sounds madder 
hope rise and sets 
this is as merciful as it gets 
c'est la vie
what will be... will be
sane as with the pain
pain as sadness could behave a little insane 
make it rain
curtain the name drop the blame hide the gut shame 
conceal the feel
today's real is tomorrow's surreal
feeling the stab
is the best rehab
smile to the mirror
it's been a while
cryptic smile 

tamer ?

Untethered

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 a mind
inching inexorably into
a vast emptiness that steals 
learned behaviors, abilities,
and the past, leaving nothing.

The empty eyes wander
but do not understand, for
the spirit that occupied this frame
has broken earthly chains.
It now soars free, no longer captive
to expectations and this mortal life.

Stale Mate

Queen's gambit, denied
Life is like a game of chess
Waiting for a mate

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