Devotional Poems

Devotional Poems that glorify selfless affection and immense dedication through poetry. Be it God, love or passion, each poem on devotion celebrates a celestial bond that asserts the values of faith, prayer and meditation. Not just restricted to religious devotion, these devotional poems go much deeper into the meaning of the word. Loyalty, surrender, faithfulness, attachment form an inseparable part of devotional poems.

Existence Of God

Existence Of God short poem

The smoke rises from the house, You know that there is fire & a spouse. When you see the footprints on the sand, Someone has passed you just understand. Fast moving trains,running cars & trams, Make your belief that someone

Answer His Call

Answer His Call long poem

She sits in her room wondering where did time go? It seemed to her things use to go slow. She was once again eighteen and had the world to explore. Now she walks on this sandy shore. She looks out

Through The Fire

Through The Fire long poem

I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.

Words Of Life

Words Of Life short poem

These powerful words from heaven above sounding so strong and so bold These eternal words from God almighty, hidden so deep within my soul These living words of God that prophets long ago recorded on a scroll These words shall

A Sinner’s Prayer

A Sinners Prayer short poem

Dear Jesus, My enemies have brought me to my knees. Now I am down here asking you please. I know you have no reason to answer my pleading call. I know you could stand back and just let me fall.

The One

The One short poem

The lightness you feel at the oneness he brings As you melt in his thoughts with all his allure, Nothing could match the pleasantness that rings The lightness one feels, at all things pure. A feeling that no words can

The Day Of Reckoning

The Day Of Reckoning long poem

Today is the day. The clouds roll away. You hear thunder and the eastern sky splits. An angel of the Lord has come asunder. The angle places one foot on land and one foot on sea. Then declares that time

Reach For Your Dream

Reach For Your Dream short poem

Reach for your dream knowing it will come true. This is possible for me and you. We must follow God’s command and make a stand. Stand for what we believe and we are sure to succeed. God’s plan for us

My Father’s Grace

My Fathers Grace short poem

I am a Christian, that fell from Grace, Yet I have not, forgot my place. The battles from within, and without, Took me, to a place called doubt. I fell, but not all the way, Straddling the fence, is what

The God

The God short poem

“i am no Ram, i am no Rahim, I am no Jesus, i am just your dream”, I am the thought, i am the fear, Sometimes in your smile, sometimes in tears. I am not a father who till the

First Bird

First Bird short poem

Watching March flowers open, I feel the Lord’s breath on my face Walking through forest timber, I feel His power and grace When sailing across oceans, His fury I can’t tame He then heals all my moments, of worry and

A Lover’s Prayer

A Lover’s Prayer short poem

Paradise is greed and Hell is a fear, Oh God! I love just because you are dear, You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love, You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove I know

I Reside In You

I Reside In You short poem

I live in the pulse of the universe, I connect through the nerves of the dark matter, I may be invisible to you, but I reside in you. In eros you find me, In thanatos you deprive me, In changing

In The Order Of Peace

In The Order Of Peace short poem

What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a

It Comes From Within

It Comes From Within short poem

I felt God within me. The wave spread through my mind, There are roses growing, From the fertile inner soils, Wisdom I seek I seem to find, Appearing before me like a transitory gift I need only extend my hand,

Creator In His Attributes

Creator In His Attributes prose poem

Must bow before Omnicient There had been no dearth of grace in Must start schemes of things with His name synonym of kindness The Creator of all substance The Essence of Charm around Latent but exposed Beautiful to the best

When I Am Stranded

When I Am Stranded short poem

When I am stranded, Life’s road seems long, I look for Jesus, my helper He provides friends to encourage, And pray for me, My Saviour helps me giving me Grace to endure And His word to sustain me, Thank you,

God and I

God and I short poem

In this endless route called life Where ‘m walking day or night Every moment – every sigh My wanderer soul, asks how and why Where is that place, where I could find thy? I searched for him in temples and

Your Presence

Your Presence short poem

Your presence – dear God – it’s intoxicating. It interrupts my daily thought process. It leaves me in a never ending, head scrambling, mental chaos. I can’t remember right from left. Or distinguish the difference between white and black. And

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Senzenina (xenophobia)

Senzenina (xenophobia) long poem

Our father left us while we were young We could not clean our own stable And we did not know how to But we knew how to protect our color. Our mother separated us for the reason You had to

How Have You Been

How Have You Been short poem

I followed your trace in this city thinking about how lonely you felt without me I visited all the places in your photos everything was so familiar except the lack of you Would you appear all of a sudden in

A Story About Me

A Story About Me prose poem

This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You

Hello, Goodbye

Hello, Goodbye long poem

Hello! Hello! Hello? Is anyone there? Can you hear it. Hear that noise? How can you miss it, it’s so loud! Thump, Thump, Thump! Pound, Pound, Pound! It’s getting closer! It’s getting Louder! Hello! Hello! Hello? Do you hear it

Hello Issaquena

Hello Issaquena prose poem

I had come from California for a visit with my oldest brother who had returned not long ago to live out the rest of his days in this quiet little Delta town of Clarksdale, Mississippi. After spending a night and

Life – A Bubble In The Flowing River

Life   A Bubble In The Flowing River short poem

Life and Death are like the Birth and Bonding of a flowing River While on Birth we sure cry We fear when on death Advancing of our Age is akin to the blowing in size of the bubble in water

Withstand This Gruelling Summer

Withstand This Gruelling Summer short poem

Withstand this gruelling summer, oh dear Ere we reach the end of this world. Seasoned love of us that has been shaping For twelve years long Is no more left with hope of fancied ripening And is turning fast to

Brooding

Brooding short poem

Me and my pride, me and my hurts. Who are you, which you are not, a verbless statement of nirvana? No pain no asking, narcissism. A stream of unbecoming. Eyes wide open jaws tightly shut, sitting in a corner, brooding,

A Waltz With You

A Waltz With You short poem

I want to waltz, waltz with you, taking your slender hands in mine, waltz in a garden or on a beach where every second will stay frozen in time. I want to waltz staring into your eyes, hold your hips

A Crushed Mother

A Crushed Mother short poem

She is desolate, slender and feeble , yet she has an unshaken sound will that instills energy and hopes into her humble heart to yearn for pleasant conclusion to her withering sapless body . Staring at things around through her

The Dream

The Dream prose poem

I was walking on the beach I saw her approaching me all alone I stood silent when she stared at me I was bewildered when she smiled at me I was speechless when she said “hello” to me I was dumbstruck

It Is Not You But Me

It Is Not You But Me short poem

Never thought I’d ever grasp The “it is not you but me,” concept. But I think with time I got it. It was not that I was not good enough. It was that he messed up. Could not appreciate, recognize

Father’s Day

Fathers Day prose poem

Our childhood flew, watching you toil so hard! Days and night appeared almost the same, when we looked up to you… Every time we were infirm, I remembered you stayed up all night with us. Stunning us the very next

Role Of Money

Role Of Money short poem

Infant hardly know what is money Child hood is beauty without money Youth is filthy sans money Young age is a struggle to make money Middle age is meant to save money Old age can survive only with money Dead

Retribution

Retribution short poem

Take my soul and watch it burn. Thee shall not be afraid of the flames that surrounds the earth. I only seek revenge on those who my trust betrayed. A minute more not to waste. They shall run. I will

Cleansing

Cleansing short poem

It was a removed behavioral aspect of a vivisection; the moon had left the grey anatomy of earth. Crazy, yes the system shows sheer lunacy. The prudence was chasing a smoke. A long winged golden eagle soars high for a

Chemistry

Chemistry short poem

In twilight of pain I blink for a dot to punctuate the intelligence. My incoherence brings the unseen. I stay at a vowel to see the truth. Immenseness versus depth, in shoals of turbulent life. Where do I hide my

Somewhere Yonder Is… You…

Somewhere Yonder Is... You... ode

Summer storms, Winter calls and a road I hardly ever knew Summer storms, winter calls and a hope for a touch of truth I seek, I search, I fly, I run, I walk, I crawl, I drag myself all around

God Gave Me You

God Gave Me You short poem

Once I was broken hearted and all alone but like A big oak tree I stood tall and strong waiting for That one and special one to come along and then You came along! Now you are the dream of

The Judge Of The Universe

The Judge Of The Universe short poem

God is the cardinal creator He is the generous giver He can raise a dead to life, being the grantor He can create a thing that existed never He gave what you have He knows whatever you know Your deeds

The Divine

The Divine ode

He awakens To a wicked world Of His own design Where the Damned Live amongst The Divine Their perfect little lives An illusion Fueled by vanity As He searches The darkness for light And His sanity Rythm of the heart