"athiest" poems
To die,
To fall,
To lose,
In an act of,
Life-giving,
Spirit lifting,
Victory,
Is simply,
Nonsensical,
And yet,
Perfect,
Completely,
Irrational,
And yet,
Thought out,
And so,
Incomprehensible,
With human mind,
But absolutely,
And definitely,
The right thing to do,
Because God loved the world so much,
He would let his own creation,
Take his only son from him,
To save his creation,
From the hands of evil.
And the best thing?
The most amazing and inconceivable thing of all,
Is that he did it for all mankind.
Athiest
Agnostic
Christian
Jew
Muslim
Sikh
Hindu
Buddhist
Black
White
Straight
Gay
Lesbian
Bisexual
Asexual
Boy
Girl
Bigender
Transgender
Agender
Young
Old
Kind
Cruel
Happy
Sad
Rich
Poor
Healthy
Ill
Free
Enslaved
Safe
Afraid
Intelligent
Stupid
Deaf
Blind
Disabled
Handicapped
Single
Taken
Married
Divorced
Remarried
Widowed
Lost
Found
Persecuted
Persecutor
Murderer
Self-harmer
Suicidal
Unloved
Adored
Popular
Ignored
Beautiful
Ugly
Guilty
Innocent
Outcast
Desperate
Autistic
Bulimic
Alcoholic
Bipolar
Addict
Dyslexic
Anorexic
Schizophrenic
SAVED
Every single human being ever born is saved.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
I take a look at this World around me
I do not tolerate racism in all it's forms
Nor do I want to see facism around me
Or abuse, so much anger it storms
I respect every man and every woman
Be you christian, athiest or any religion
Be you straight, lesbian or a gay man
You are always my friend, no matter what the persuation
I understand what ever your ****** interest
As long as you respect me in myself
Be you happy or be you depressed
I respect friendship in itself
I believe every one is equal
I want a World of peace
I love all of the people
I wish hatred would cease
As for soldiers that fight in a war
You fight to keep all countries true
I may not understand some of what you fight for
But I know the hell you must go through
As for gothic, wiccan, witch craft and all your fate
You too are beautiful and you always will
I can never find the right words to state
Of how much friendship you always fill
Black, white, asian, oriental - no matter who you are
I love all of you , every one of you , one and another
My heart reaches out to you, so matter how far
We are all a mother, a father, a sister, a brother
Dec 10, 2009
Dec 10, 2009 at 4:20 AM UTC
In between a rock and a hard place she was stuck,
Literally she was crushed between a freeway divider and a semi truck.
Native American so her roots didn't connect her to heaven.
He was a self proclaimed athiest at the ripe age of seven.
A short belief in an afterlife as maybe a wolf or an eagle
seemed too childish so he gave up on it before he was legal.
Visiting a slab of shiny stone in between two pine trees;
The wrong one but he doesn't care he sits down waiting to freeze.
Smoking a joint forgetting the new one while trying to keep all of her.
Exposion to death at a young age has no real cure.
Step brothers have no sympathy saying it's time to growup,
Girlfriend doesn't know when to stop bringing it up.
The clouds float on by. . .
He wishes he could die.
Staring at a shiny engraved stone with tears to the brim,
Hating all that his short seventeen years have shown him.
His only desire at the moment to just see once more her face,
He was caught in between her rock and his minds hard place.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
newspaper headlines emitting fear and news channels repeating the same
informative slogans they used last week, with promises to always update the public on the ever-continuing War in the East, never to hide any event or withhold information about that death on ___ street.
and they hold true, giving the name of the killer and hastily adding the fact that the murderer, aged 32, is muslim
but then, when advising the public about current naughtiness, the family whose car was bombed in yemen isn't included as part of the list. or it is, but bomber, 23, is only bomber, 23, not christian, jewish or athiest bomber, 23.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
One must believe in something be he misanthrope or gambler
In tomorrows omnicience or the future proof of God
The penance in a drunk's decay sets self destruct's imposer
Wether speakerphone's on disconnect or cellphone's in the bog.
Conveyance of a threat to adherants of St Selfwise
Show athiest's are proof here, in belief of disbelief,
Haunted by the images painting painfull retribution
Picture sympathetic **** star's allocated hand relief.
A moments allocation of a syllogist abstraction
Shows perspective of the calibre we now reserve for Saints
A paradox regarded as autistic fascination
In a one act play of living disregarding all restraints.
Deliberately indicative of fraternal heat's expression
Notebook at the ready and deep frowning at the brow,
Question definition's collage of confusion's contribution
Do we sit it out pretending or just catch the late bus now?
Marshalg
13 February 2014
© 2014 Marshal Gebbie
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
My beautiful walking Angel,
please don't fly away.
It was only you who could lift
me, from the darkest night and
days
of life without her.
My walking Angel.
He talks as though he has one foot
above,
he walks this earth afloat
already. Leaving me fitfully to
wait, in my safely anchored boat.
He's so sure of his inadequacy,
yet I would gladly soak myself in fear,
just so that I could have him near.
Sweet glorious Angel.
Clipped wings yet so ready to fly.
If you were to die, then part
of me would surely go too.
I'm already bound to you.
We both chose immediately to
shield that which makes us,
from others,
yet to each other, we managed not
to yield to the temptation of
our defences.
In spite of the offences of those who've
gone past, leaving a lasting brand
in our skin,
of each terrible individual sin.
Each scar wrought within.
Innocent Angel.
I am completely vulnerable to you.
Usually so overly aware of danger,
I have already, affectively,
sworn my life to you.
This next page is yours.
Dangerous Angel.
Whether you lift me up to fall,
or pull me down to drown,
I shall walk where you tread.
A breadcrumb trail of tears in my wake,
as I am shaken awake from your
dream
Your soul left to rest in the gleam of
my eye.
An unsnuffable candle
to guide you back to me.
Athiest Angel, I was asleep before
you came
and awoke me with your kiss,
jerking my heart from it's
Ivy covered cage,
our instantaneous gauge
of our compatibility
creating a feasibility
of merging.
Gentle Angel.
You took my beating soul
and gouged it with
a caress,
spelt your name
and my destruction,
with your irresistible seduction
of vulnerability,
and tranquility
of purity.
My tender Angel.
Your knifepoint was always fated
for my ribs.
Take me with you if you leave,
allow me to anchor-
no better- hold you,
and embolden you to be
whatever the **** you want to be.
With your battered suitcase of a soul.
How many more kicks can you take
before they pack you in?
The irony in that the sin was never yours.
I abhor those who chose to lord over you.
Please come aboard my raft of
defiance, which is learning the science
of your chemistry.
Darling Angel.
I do not wish you to fall or fly,
instead remain afloat,
allow me to paddle my unshakeable boat
towards you,
with a view of amorous intentions.
My salvation,
who will surely be
my downfall,
my Samson.
I know what you have undone.
Me.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
your lips are a sort of heaven
take that from an athiest
I used to believe in God
until he took away the one I loved most
and even though I don't believe
I hope I'm wrong
because surely someone as beautiful as you
deserves a heaven
your words are a sort of paradox
seemingly neverending, thank God
I don't know what I'd do without them
but also like a maze that I can't find my way out of
you've got my mind spinning and I wouldn't want
to find my way even if I could
and don't get me started on your eyes
because I can't help but look into them and see an hourglass
ticking down the time until you leave again and i'll be
praying to whoever will listen that I get to see them one last time
they're blue like the sky,
sky blue sky blue
I've never written words more true
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
If we have the freedom to worship as we please or decide not to get on our knees and pray
Why do people act like "worship the devil" is the only thing they hear athiest say?
Why was my friend called "Satan Boy" at his old school
All because he wasn't a "Holy Boy" like they were used to?
He doesn't even believe in Hell yet they condemn him to it and show hatred
Even though they're a part of a religion where love and forgiveness is supposedly sacred
You're God would have said "I'll still forgive you"
While you people say ***** you and forget you"
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Years are revisited
As I bury myself in snow
And listen to the cries of the ******
I watch the places
Where your funeral pyre lied,
And whimper, wishing I was superman.
There used to be a fear in me,
A fear to let people in, or love anyone,
Because as soon as I dared don a title, everyone ripped from my fingers.
But I'm older now,
I've truely fallen in love,
And been set ardently aflame,
Writhing in the agony that made me.
I have scorched away my mind's youth,
Trading it for browned flowers and hushed internet history,
I am so fervently alive it hurts.
But?
Winter came and
Stole everyone and everything,
Freezing your goregous minds and open hearts.
I watch you all fall like flies,
Just leaping for a chance to die.
I hold you hands close to my chest,
Wishing you all knew that you've made an athiest pray,
And how dearly my world, and the world, needs you.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
im no jesus but i can turn water into koolaid. take a hit of this blunt then i'll forgive you of your sins. show me how to swim on land and i'll show you how to walk on water. im no god, but luke i am your father. just go a little farther down the road so i can pretend we look related. i just masterbated. it feels pretty good to be athiest.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
if you don't believe in anything
what do you do,
when the world is crumbling at your feet
and you have no one to turn to?
when you are scared, alone at night
missing the person who stood by your side,
when the last of your innocence has finally gone,
what do you believe in when everything goes wrong?
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
It's what we are
Yet your hypocritical ways
Blind you from realizing
That you preach to me
And judge me for being athiest
Yet does it not say
That you shouldn't judge others
Because they shall be judged by thine heavenly father
***** WAKE UP!!!!
Does your god have a face
Does he have a voice
Does he have a hand that I can hold
If he does then how come I can't see him
Or touch him?
Riddle me that you fuckshit hypocrite
You say my unhappiness is because I don't believe
So tell me
Why it is your so unhappy
Why scars dress your wrist
I know
Pick me
I have the answer
BECAUSE YOUR WORTHLESS GOD DOES NOT EXIST ************
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
It hurts at times
ya know.
Everyone knows what
to think,
and I dont.
Have we left
because two little
miserable tricks.
Does that lady
ever get over
the same old sh$#.
The cliche now
is so blasphemous
like Hyku is a poets
framed senses for Hi Cool.
Ever deeper into
this I dont know
he never graduated from
High school.
The US Consult to
the poet laureates
office is hip with the Capitol
Chief and we have
an athiest for a lawyer.
Hi Coo.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
*it seems almost as if
you created the
world
because i find pieces of you
in everything
even though
i only
want to forget you*
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
I. Our First Time
We road tripped to new lives - together
Unsteady
On the highway
In the high winds
Whinneying
Space between
Windows and their
Worn seals,
Keeping our silence
Secret
II. Talk About Religion
This Athiest said
True love
IS his God;
Finally
I know
I don't believe in it.
III. Studio Apartment
On Lia Jade's
Slick hardwood kitchen
Floor, in the dark,
I think more than I write
And put the notebook down
For a one-woman sit-in
On my first night in Boston.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 11:28 PM UTC
They pepper him with questions.
They scoff at his answers.
He hasn't practiced this argument.
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
They can fix him.
What does he know?
He's just some naïve teenage punk.
Maybe he wasn't raised right.
Maybe his parents didn't teach him.
They can fix him.
They'll take him to church; that'll do it.
They'll read him scripture; that'll do it.
He's feeble. He just hasn't been shown the way.
All he needs is to be taught.
They can fix him.
But he can't be taught.
He isn't cooperating.
He's not taking them seriously.
Something must be wrong with him.
Surely it's his parents.
Or maybe it's those TV scientists.
Or maybe... it's them.
No, it couldn't be.
They've been nothing but supportive.
They've tried to help him.
All they wanted was for him to be happy.
But all that he needed to be happy was to be left alone.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
You crucify me
For not believing
In a "God"
Yet when I ask
A number of questions
You simply reply
Have faith in the Lord
Well preacher
There is no religion for me
I am an Athiest
I dont believe
In your petty
Incoherent false hopes
Of a being who can forgive
No religion for me
Ill scream it all around
**** you and your beliefs
I have mine
And Im content
So **** off and stop trying
To make me believe in a "God"
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
I wish I could fly away elsewhere
To a world removed from here
Heaven is not found in the clouds or air
That is what I truly fear
Because although this life is painfully unfair
I'm not ready to die and forever disappear
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
some days I go about
as if everything is holy
holy is the wind
holy is the smile on the cashier's face
holy is
holy
other days I go about
and think
god, who?
who is this god, and why do I think with such reverence
upon a being that does not exist
this is not holy, this is ****
such is the life
of an athiest
who had a conversion
she did not
want.
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 10:18 PM UTC
Sometimes I think
I was the one made
After a long day
Once God had long been finished
His sixth gin and tonic
Then I think - Wait
I'm an athiest
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
I belive in one God creator of heaven and earth
because thats my religion since my birth
it doesnt matter if you believe in ying and yang
or that the world was created with a big bang
it doesnt matter if you pray five times a day to the great merciful Allah
or if youre an athiest that doesnt believe in nada
because we are all branches of the same tree
you have a heart and sould just like me
so open your eyes
and see past the lies
youre looking at a tree when you should see the forest
look at us we are suppose to be one chorus
we should see our same roots not our split limbs
instead we start wars over the language of hymns
it doesnt matter if you read the 7 valleys, the 5 classics, the vedas, the quran, the torah, or the bible
because all we want is to be the worlds next idol
we are now just leaves blowing in the wind
of our own mortal sin
we should be reaching toward the light to let ourselves bloom
yet we would rather there be an atomic boom
so you see it doesnt matter what we belive because if we cant see past a religion
there will always be a division
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
I'm dying I can feel it
My body is decaying
I don't have the *** appeal I did at 15
I'm a ghost
And you're getting bored
Don't defebd yourself don't tell me you're not
Because you are
And after I'm dead you won't remember how you were getting tired of me
You won't remember trying to leave early
You'll remember our kisses and how I touched your face
But the truth is that im dying
And soon i will put myself out
But if somehow you should read this after the fact
Know that I loved you so much
I loved you more than anyone
More than the other lovers
More than my love of bone
I loved you like God
I always claimed to be an athiest
But darling you were divine intervention
And I thank the saints and the heavens
For giving you to me
If only for a while
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
I wish I could see life again
the way I saw it
before the obnoxious ruled it
the athiest ran it
and the weak cried.
When it was full of color
and not just skin,but vibrance.
When trees would blossom
and spring was new.
When laughing was legal
and freedoms weren't taxed.
When kids would smile
for no reason.
Just because.
I wish I could see it that way,
before I was learned,
before I was taught.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Today,
An Old Lady Hugged Me
She Said, "Son
Don't Put Your Faith In A Church
Give It To god Instead
As Long As You Believe
In him
he Will G u i d e Y o u
T R
H O
U H
Life.
Believe In
him
Because
he Believes In YOU."
.
.
A
nd
ItWas
AtThose
Few Words
ThatMyEyes
B e g a n To
Tear Up
****
god Loves You
Don't Forget That
"I Won't"
I Said
Silently
Thinking:
But I'm An Athiest
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC