Funny Spiritual Poems | Examples
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Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.
I scream for help, face to face,
Yet they cast me deeper into despair.
Tears bleed red, patience drains,
My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe.
My eyes never dry, my body weakens,
Heart torn apart, full of anguish,
Yet no one feels the depth within;
They mistrust the plea for help.
This is my story, my life—
Manipulated by whispers,
By cults hiding in plain sight.
Insecurity among them breeds cruelty.
They lurk at corners, ready to strike.
I called for help. He laughed: "You're funny."
How can real danger ever sound like a joke?
This is the world's cruel reality:
Where chasing money and shifting blame
Leave no space for help.
And still—I believe, somewhere, somehow,
kindness awaits—
like a single candle glimmering
in the heart of the void.
Escaping this bubble
An impossible dream
Like counting every drop of water
That swims through the sea
All hope is lost here
All sense of time
I drown in my desires and fears
I can’t bring myself to life
All I can do is sit here and write
But I don’t know what to say
So I just sit here for awhile
Until it finally pours out on the page
But the words are never going to be enough
Because I’m always looking for a change
Never satisfied with my own being
Looking for the meaning in other’s lives, so fleeting.
Instead of getting up to live my own
Escaping this bubble
But when I leave I can’t breathe
I want to take my heart out of my chest
And put it away for safe keeping,
Because the way that it beats is too much to bear
Funny because I tell myself that I don’t really care.
A light is found here,
A bittersweet Hail Mary.
The emotions in the air
Bring me to my knees,
Thanking God for feelings.?
A light flickers to start the chain & a spark is born
that grows to flame
It was conceived to break the chains that plague
the line & bring the rain
The family trees full of sour fruit have tried in vain
to stay the course
The forest fire will sweep the land & burrow deep
to uproot the source
It's not a sport nor harmless game but a serious
matter kept close to chest
If they haven't studied, they soon will learn that the
righteous fruit has mastered chess
The truth in jest is a funny jab when you've learned
the art of bob & weave
Generations have suffered from punchlines that cross
the line for the sake of greed
There's no reprieve for bad apples in crab barrels
that spoil the lot
The strong branches that persevere will continue to
grow & foil plots
"Curiouser and curiouser!", Alice proclaimed
" eye two, am adore "
Seven ol' kin
on the strong arms
of Seven strong more
Mercurius wings by to sing
" ... Welcome to the game, Ein ..."
Albert said to tangle
so direct in his angle
pressure from the Sun
became my angel
so diamonds
in the dust
became a trust
I reflected...
Homer said two hymns
and so within 33
I selected
two pair
Athena said to Hera
"... the heart of a Lion is there..."
Asclepius ...
when the Moon is high
bring the twins to align the sky
... so eleven walked in
The cure is a miracle
an oracle
as a mirror,
four the mind...
" ... I am and we are Kind;..."
An Astronut, perhaps, but
a funny one too ;)
Before I could walk or say my ABCs
My little heart was protected and you had the keys
It's kind of funny but I didn't know at the time
Looking back I see how you filled my spirit and brought me peace of mind
When Miss Insomnia would to keep me up and busy all night
Now, I see that it was your loving hands that held me so tight
When I was lost in the concrete jungle just trying to find my way
There you were all the time, softly saying, "I'm here; it's okay."
At last! After all these years, I'm so grateful for your mercy and grace
Sweet Serendipity with timing so perfect as we commune in this sacred place
From the very beginning, you chose me
Unknowingly, I chose you too; now my soul dwells with thee
One became two and two, many
Each dream image, an ego form
Embarks upon its soul journey
Feeling currents, both cold and warm
Myriad objects, one subject
One became two and two, many
Soul awakes, when it stands erect
Aligned with love, free from worry
Dead men walking, is not funny
Immersed in feral thoughts savage
One became two and two, many
Imaginary is bondage
Oh hermit, awake in stillness
Search no more, for pastures sunny
Entwine now, with the That oneness
One became two and two, many
07-July-2021
Now a story to finish this hour of news,
Our reporter from out in the field,
Tom’s on the spot with the universe itself,
Where the answer to life’s been revealed....
...Hi everyone, we’re live on the street,
With the guy on a deep acid fry,
What is the answer we’re all looking for???
“Hey man let me answer you why,
“You see man, we’re all matter and joules,
Energy and heat condensed right down to a slow,
Vibrating pattern of conscious experience,
And together like a river we flow,
From life into death back to life back to death,
Life’s a dream that goes on forever,”
Well thankyou Tom from out in the cold,
Back to Frank to wrap up the weather.
What is this word…?
The word like a hummer that breaks every yolk
The word like glue that seals blessings like a padlock
The word that created heavens and earth when He spoke
The word that conceals believers from their enemies like a cloak
The word like a double edged sword that pierces
Slaying darkness and its forces
The word that regulates behaviour and reinforces
Though some trust in chariots and some in horses
The word is the birth of all sources…of power
It’s sweeter than honey
Nourishing souls like nutrients of a chutney
Giving hearts smiles like there is something funny
So important for life like a kidney
This word was there from the beginning
It was there with God shining
And this word is God himself brightening
"construction"
every now and then the city
inside me burns and
lights up the night.
as they tear down
this city
with their cruelty
and inability to
love,
they destroy
every heart they
create and hide it all inside
secrets, lies and proclamations
of independent souls.
they wake up planning
every murder in every minute
of the day.
but…
no one will cry for the cold
hearted when they leave this
world.
when they pass me over to another,
they make their life easier and
expose every hole they use to
control the average man.
By: Chicano Eddie
8.1.18
Sixteen, and in love with seventeen.
Madly, utterly, totally, completely
I will immerse myself in him tonight
I will feed all of my desires.
I will be more of a woman than any
woman ever was before tonight.
I have everything I need,
because I have him.
The feelings I get when I am with
him make me want to put on sexy clothes and
dance a love dance, something provocative.
I will choose my clothes carefully.
Something that makes me look good enough
to eat, something that will entice him into doing
what I have been wanting him to do.
What? How can you tell my mother?
She doesn’t even believe people can communicate
after they have passed over.
She thinks you are in heaven where you should be.
So you are going to stop me?
That is hilarious! I would like to see you try it.
Come on, Grandma! This is not funny!
I had no idea you could control an electronic dashboard.
This is exasperating! I would have never confided in you if I
had thought you would be this mean.
Dhramn, being thwarted by a spirit is frustrating!
When When Then Yoga
When
Your downward dog is barking and
Your cat pose is meowing and
Your tree pose is swaying and
Your cow pose is mooing and
Your cobra pose is striking and
Your sphinx pose is speaking and
When
Your child pose gets naughty and
Your warrior one gets shot and
Your warrior two goes down and
Your corpse pose stiffens.
Then
Your yoga journey ends.
NoelsArt
Comments: This poem is dedicated to me, the world’s stiffest yoga dude. Namaste. FEEDBACK WELCOME
I started my life as a normal girl,
but when walking I liked to leap and twirl;
my mother enrolled me,
in dance- oh joy and glee.
As time passed on clearly I was no good,
when I was suppose to dance I just stood;
then, as I grew I found me and I could.
Now I dance free and wild,
a dancing spirit child;
I am one with the sky people who smiled,
down on this girl- now a warrior strong.
Leaping like I belong,
I am part of each song;
some think, I look dumb as I prance and whirl,
funny thing though- I don't care as I swirl.
___________________________
July 19, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/A Funny Thing
Happened On The Way To Here
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1044-259-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Funny Thing Happened
On the Way to _______
sponsor, Robert Haigh
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Happiness is overrated by those who are debated, faded, and claim to be elated
I know, money ain't but a earthy matter
So not funny when ya got but a hurly platter
ungrateful-wanna estate full
With my day ones-myth, put down they guns
That's why I write these sick puns
Squad's tighter than the hair buns
I'm a born sinner. What can I say?
Water for dinner-pray night and day
Where's the light and the ray?
There's just no other way!
Forgive me, Lord, I'm gonna sin
For a trip and Ford, I'm tryna win
Lord, please humble me
The cord seems to jumble me
Deliver me, this darkness!
I'll wither from its hardness!
Expression of my artness
impression of those Arches
feel your hand on my back!
in a land that's not whack
Fear I can't cause I lack
God is for what you pack
Is what God sees-no mod for the keys
That unlock the secret to happiness
See the Door, knock-has no lock-never be happy less
My soles are set free when I walk in my house,
Free once I walk through the door.
My soles are free to feel every emotion,
When they walk all over the floor,
On the deep piles of plush, which shags both my soles,
Loving tendons, ankles, heels and big toes,
The rug kneading and soothing, rubbing and stroking,
Turning both of my soles into dough.
And once my soles have unwound to an ease,
After their escape from their cells,
My other soul’s set free from its daily torment,
My other soul’s relaxing as well.
My sole gifts my soul a lovely small gift,
Every day when I no longer roam…
My sole relaxes every bit of my soul,
When I stand on the carpet at home.
No one likes dead lettuce
It must be crisp and cool
And dousing wounds with vinegar
Is certainly not cruel!
For Vegans can not see
Why lettuce choose to be
On a different frequency
Than Donald Trump might be
A salad will pass away
Shivering with cold today
Disgusted Vegans will say,
"I never heard lettuce pray"