A collection of Christian/Catholic Poems.

A poem by a pagan witch, dedicated to the goddess Athena and how she "appears" to me.

A poem by a pagan witch, dedicated to the god Hermes and the various things he rules over.

A poem by a pagan witch, dedicated to the goddess Athena and her two seemingly contrasting domains: war and art.

conversations on God, gods, and holiness.

If our thoughts made a sound. . .

Some friendly advice.

Poem I wrote about having faith

Inspired by Psalm 18 and Psalm 62

There's such a strong contrast between the beauty of nature and the worldwide crisis we find ourselves in. * Religion:Christian * I previously published this poem on Mirakee (user name @faeryqueen). Please R&R!

I feel so heavy I long to float again, and return to the sea. I want to breath free once more with peaceful thoughts, and restful sleep. I wish to leave behind these nightmares and salty tears. I'd so hoped for better from my neighbors, and from the young still in college. I pray we may find away to understand one another without the brutality. God bless you all, and keep you safe.

A poem about my father, Jesus Christ and about what He did for mankind.

More of an essay than poem but essay wasn't available as a category. This is my opinion on what it means to accept Christ.

A poem exploring an existential quandary that I had.

A poem and prayer for the world as we find it right now. I hope you are all well, that this hardship just as those from our past will soon be overcome, and for the better. God bless.

All societies need it...whether they miss it or not.

My mind is flooded, in a bad way.

I felt absolutely tortured in the cult I was in. Come suffer with me and the "religious figures" that said I deserved every bad thing that happened to me. Rhyming poem.

Good and evil fights for the fragile mind of a mentally ill girl who no longer believes in religion. Rhyming poem. I wrote this in my early twenties. Real misery seeps from these words. I'm an atheist by the way. I was so miserable in church and would cry on Sunday when I came home. I felt so much better when I left and realized I never believed in God or Christianity.

"Gosh, you know, I'm glad I don't live/In a time like that." An exploration of identity, history, and being grateful.

A short poem I wrote as a review a few years ago, for the talented Lissette Garcia, her poems were recommended by her daughter also a great writer, and both honorary members to our little circle of bards. But I'd not suspected the depth of her offerings, that I've truly enjoyed learning of since. I'd advocate her work to all who'd care to look. and I thank you all for your time.

When mercy means a broken life.

A poem on busy lives and weary ones.

A poem based on the first command in Exodus 20.

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