The Atheist Poems Thread

[carusmm]

Old books
gone down to dust,
lost to memory.

An expectation:
gentleness, greatness, and gone
down to atoms.

A moment is a page,
a lifetime a book.

Downwards, I slip -
following books. Heaven's
a dream in a book.

[carusmm]

in the end, while I
understand nothing, the earth
understands me.

in the beginning,
while I understood nothing,
the earth stood under.

[carusmm]

The grand old lunacy
tugging my heartstrings and
pulling me under.

[carusmm]

I have no soul.
How it eludes me
like a phantom.

a leafy vein and tier.
a hefty tear is vain.

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no way back. no way
forwards. stuck in the middle -
bread and circuses.

[Sinfidel]

[carusmm]

Oh, my depression.
Oh, my misery.
Oh, the bats in the belfry.

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I asked Jesus
for his love, empathy, pity - ach,
mere superstition.

[carusmm]

"Hell is other people."
This is hell, said Lucretius.
Madness and disease.

Around and around, we go.
Madness and disease.

[ghoulslime]

A December Night

On a December night,
Hushed and blanketed white,
We crunched out across the snow,
Pulling our sleds as fast as we could go,
The heavenly flakes floating around,
Spreading more blanket on the ground,
Our pant legs stiff and creaking,
We, like wandering shepherds, seeking
A sign, something divine,
Beyond a field afar,
A snow-covered hill,
A ride, a thrill.

We might find it again, by and by,
Were we to seek, were we to try.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

[ghoulslime]

On Becoming a Golden Statue

What else can I be
Through eternity?
I am only me.
Where else can I flee?
Shall I make a run
To the sun,
To the source of the pun,
And erase my memory, take away my me and you –
Abracadabra, become something new,
Hum, hum, hum,
Come apart, part the sum?

Buddha, I am growing old.
Turn my brain to solid gold,
So I can see
Eventually,
Peer through a clouded why
Until I
Can’t feel anymore,
And wash ashore.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

[ghoulslime]

I Believe in Christmas Eve

The spirit here I think I see,
Reflected from the Christmas tree,
Across the crisp December snow –
A beacon of security.

Watching from my frosted window,
I think that, finally, I know
Why I believe in Christmas Eve –
That light that makes a pine tree glow.

Safe in this silent-night reprieve
From a troubled world, I believe
In peace on earth, good will to all.
Here, it is easy to achieve.

Watching herald angels fall,
As snow beyond my glistening wall,
I wait for Santa Claus to call.
And like a child, I feel so small.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

[Davin]

Good poems.