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An Atheists poem

DDdreamer

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So, i came up with this poem in the shower today. Now, I'm not a good poet...as a matter of fact, I'm not a poet at all. However, i really liked this poem and i hope that you'll do too.

"Prayers to no one"
By DDdreamer


Why should i believe
in what cannot be proven?

Why should i follow
nonsensical rules?

Why should i fear
an impossible being?

Why should i pray to no one?


Why should i hate
those who don't think like me?

Why should i pray
when i'd rather take action?

Why should i trust
someone that is not there?

Why should i pray to no one?


My purpose, my future, my past and my now
are all made and powered by me.
I have hopes, I have dreams, I have friends, I have joy.
All without prayers to no one.


Ahem, there you go. Don't be too harsh on me please. I haven't written any poetry since i last had an umbilical cord.
 
arg-fallbackName="Josan"/>
Better than I could do, I assure you!.

I do like it! If you like poetry, keep writing! And write a lot, you will get better quite quickly, believe me. :)
 
arg-fallbackName="xman"/>
*applause* May I follow?

My Requiem

Don't pray for me when I am gone and ashen on the air,
But sing some sombre notes
So that the emptiness within your heart is called into your mind.
It is a cry to friends that you need their help and comfort.
Beloved ones that dote
Will come, it is their duty to support you in this time.

Don't weep for me when this is past, this life of toil and wonder.
My sentence was those years.
Cry for yourself to honour me that you should miss me so,
No longer there to fill your days with friendly company.
If you have those tears,
Weep your terror that nothing becomes of you when you go.

Don't wait for me to come again or hope for our reunion
Or any other thing
In some unknown place you wish we yet could be, for we will not.
I finally am gone from things which are, whatever it is I was
Or was becoming.
Your time is also coming and when it does you too shall all be naught.

Don't pray for me when I am gone and ashen on the air,
But sing some joyous notes
So that remembrance in your heart can be recalled to mind.
It is a cry to friends that you value their close company.
Beloved ones that dote
Will come, it is their duty now to share with you your time.
 
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