Religion Poems
Purdah
by Fathima Shihabudeen
She looked into the mirror but she couldn’t see herself
The tears in her eyes blurred the black
The black of her kohl which streamed down her face
And the black of the hijab they made her wear
The exultant purdah won again; they let him win, again
Why didn’t they understand when she told them
That it smothered her and made her feel small
That she didn’t want to be different or be the same
That God wouldn’t want her to be so troubled
Just because of a black piece of cloth and he would
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gloaming dawn
by Mister Rotten
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they would divulge
his archetypes were nicotine fetishists,
sluts and alcohol drudges, indulged by stimulants,
the witchcraft of which, results in a twitch
flinching submortem, enriched by the glitch into screeching
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hallucinatory worship
by Mister Rotten
prologue
the ensuing morning bears a cynical savor
a tangle of instincts, tainted and soiled
its flavor lingers – thus disposed is the labor /requital/
compelling repugnance, shock and recoil
act I
his voluptuous gaze;
/yielding honey/
frigid, incongruous flutter.
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Founding Father of Science
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The scientist may assert there is no God,
While the sunset fields bloom goldenrod;
Yet, report of mystery dimensions unseen,
And multiverse based on vibrating strings!
But real proof of God rests in the heart.
If faith is genuine, He will never depart;
Like a return of cherry blooms each spring,
And as each Sunday morn heralds the King!
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You danced with the devil with your skirts held high
by Tammy Darby
As the sun lay low
And the moon rose high
You danced with the devil with your skirts held high
A crimson scarf round your white throat
And a gleam in your eye
You waltzed with the dark one
Until the sun began its astral ascent
Suddenly regretting the damning steps
Began to lament
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Purdah
by Fathima Shihabudeen
She looked into the mirror but she couldn’t see herself
The tears in her eyes blurred the black
The black of her kohl which streamed down her face
And the black of the hijab they made her wear
The exultant purdah won again; they let him win, again
Why didn’t they understand when she told them
That it smothered her and made her feel small
That she didn’t want to be different or be the same
That God wouldn’t want her to be so troubled
Just because of a black piece of cloth and he would
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Cold hands
by Karla Blom
My church Remains fragmented,
reflecting beyond the room, slumbering within my flesh
My God
rivulets of my worship forge down my heated skin
Dripping,
falling,
onto your subjects below
Holy Nothings answered in cloaks of darkness,
with tears and
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Unadulterated and Unapologetic
by Chloe Foster
They tell me homosexuality is a sin,
And what am I supposed to say,
When her pacific eyes attract to me,
Like night attracts to day
They tell me not to give in,
But how could I resist,
When golden brown sugar,
Gracefully falls from her lips
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It's just grape juice.
by Erica Scott
I look into their eyes, so pure, full of life,
and wonder where I lost that will to learn.
I look into their eyes as I read from the book I no longer believe in,
and I can’t help but silently cry.
I don’t want them to see, in case it might be true,
that this book of magic words never helped me through,
that the words of this church did the opposite of what Jesus would do.
And as I weep inside, I see their faces light up with questions
“How could this be true?”
“Jesus,” I say. Everything Jesus.
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Falling Down to Heaven
by Erica Scott
What do you do when you’re trapped between the gates,
when your heart is lonely,
but your soul is saved?
What do you do when your mind doesn’t believe,
but your subconscious still prays?
What do you do when only half of you is fake?
We’re in hell now.
Heaven can wait.
