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Religious Rose Poems | Religious Poems About Rose

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Details | Free verse |

Red Roses on Calvary

There were roses on Calvary that day, you know.
Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull.
Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day.
It had to be so for our own sake.  Divine blood 
that dripped from a thousand and one hematic wounds
as He hang on a brittle tree He Himself had created.
There were sharp, pointed thorns too on the roses.
They adorned His Divine head, piercing the smooth skin,
forcing majestic blood ooze down into His royal eyes,
stinging them abundantly, preventing proper sight.
No wonder the prophet Isaiah said of Him:
"his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man 
and his form marred beyond human likeness....."
Such were the pointed thorns that crowned Him King of Kings.
Yet for those who know, there was perfume there too.
A fabulous fragrance that came down from Heaven
on the wings of the Holy Spirit, a balm of blissful grace,
that we may wash ourselves in it and be justified.
"He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows,"
For He loved us much.  And we?  Do we return His Love?

23 March 2016

A Broken Wings Contest
Placed 5

Voted POTD on 16 May 2016

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

the Rose

                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

It Is a Rose Sprung

es ist ein 'Rose' entsprungen

Just outside the city walls ringed in roses,
Rosenfriedhof, Rose Cemetery blooms,
fairest in the Fatherland.

Leaven cakes iced in concrete or royal brass
pan the gravel paths; the husks which lie here, 
no longer have a care, no longer wish for power,
no longer seek false glory. Yet, even blest ground
can not stay the rancid thoughts that rise— 
sewer fumes amongst the roses.

ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Plagued by ignorance, then by pride, as supplicants 
they came to death and lay, side by side,
and someone planted roses. 

Open-petaled, lotus-like, sweet-scented, are the
posies, but nothing alive can mask the grotesqueri
of Nuremberg’s past purges.

ashes, ashes, they all fell down

The ring of sieg heil, the click of heels, the Fatherland
an ever present reverie, latent, just below the sugared
crust; the piping swirled, the surface glaze
of pretty roses.

First Published in Page & Spine winter of 2016

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Psalm to My Soul

Oh my soul, learn from the…

…intricate rose that you were created,

…tall sunflower to reach up high,

…daylily that time is short,

…crushed wheat kernel that you were born of sacrifice.

 “Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” —John 12:24

Inspired by this question: What has Nature to teach us in regards to the Soul?

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Rose Colored Glasses

I bought you some rose colored glasses,
Because you were feeling so blue.
I thought that these rose colored glasses
Would make you feel as good as new.

If you see the world without color,
Things look very dreary and sad.
Maybe these rose colored glasses 
Will add color and make you feel glad.

When you feel sad and downhearted, 
Remember God still cares for you.
He’s still on the throne, and He adores you.
Have faith, and He’ll see you thru.

God knows all about your troubles.
He is aware when the sparrow falls.
Don’t be anxious, don’t worry and fret.
He is our God, He’s the Lord of all.

Copyright © Betty Butler | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Thy Lovely Rose

thy soul
lovely rose
nobody knows
blessed it be
lovely rose

Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2017