All Saints Poems - Poems about All Saints

No matter how you look at it…in this picture we’re trying to paint… our world…our canvas will always be filled with devils and with saints. What makes this difficult…as we take out our brushes and sit down to paint… Is that we are humans meaning we can be both…a devil and a saint. The news is filled with stories...

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The dead-end street in front of the house is still, and I notice leaves have fallen. The roommate said last night no one came here for trick or treating and now a cold wind blows. I just moved in here yesterday. I’m starting my life again. A cold wind blows and I go out. Last night a stranger and I drank together. She said no...

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How lovely is the dwelling place Where saints and blessed ones rest in grace Peace, joy and love overflowing While we on earth here are groaning Each one wearing a crown of glory For vices conquered, each one has a story Their faces shining, resplendently glowing With angels guiding us in our following Their fervent prayers sprinkled with incense Reaching the Holy Throne...

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Dia De Los Santos On all Saints Day I’m impressed to see Old Ford’s, cherry bombs and Chevy’s In support of Dia De Los Santos Together peacefully ever so tighter Meet the Generation X Lowrider...

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God always must trust have faith in Him and believe Son returns again My Horn Haiku for All Sainta Day....

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Last night no pyre the land was; no tamarisk tree wood that’s No wooden forest there was where cold night was silky silent Inside of pumpkins there’re lightening the insightful candles Left souls there were waiting for welcome with praying hauls Souls they are now; forefathers’ souls now in holy existence All changes into saints souls as we believe in...

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No more labeled by one's admission Once a man's earthly life ends in The place waiting for some negotiation The creator there accepts All Saints No one would be rejected in the end No matter the stay by willing or causal His mercy still grant a chance for retreat All saints will then be free back to their kin I reckon death...

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There was a scary witch from McTeer Who said she would skip Halloween this year The world was scared aplenty From this year twenty twenty And that they'd probably run out of fear 10-7-20 Syllables :10-10-7-7-10 Contest: Halloween Inspired Limerick Sponsor : Tania Kitchin...

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"Alas, ancient Celtic festival of Samhain; When people would light bonfires; And wear costumes to ward off ghosts, Yon fearsome hosts; Halloween oh! Hallowe'en, Also known as All halloween, All Hallows' Eve, All Saints' Eve, Celebration observed in several countries On 31 October The eve of the Western Christian feast, Of All Hallows' Day Dates Thursday, October 31, of each...

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I see you have eaten my All Saints food And destroyed my celebrating mood We were to acknowledge all the dead I may add you to that list instead We were to bless the dead and martyrs And now I have no food for starters Then since you ate it all in a rave I will go quickly and start your grave While...

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Perhaps, as time goes by, I will achieve my wishes, three of them, to be precise. Since we have met on chilly All Saints' Eve, my first one is a heart as cold as ice. The second is a fire in my loins as burning as the thirst I cannot slake. Die, fire! I don't want to toss the coins, the words,...

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Misty shadowed hosts ghastly wisps of fortunes past moonlight from the dead... Halloween Senryu Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo ...

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Walking down to cemetery with their pretty chrysanthemums, the people talk their way to graves. They hang out, if they want, all day. With their pretty chrysanthemums, they do make a pleasant picture - one for Selfies if they have brought cell phones up to cemetery. The people talk their way to graves, but they don't have to be sad words. A jolly time -...

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From the everyday hubbub I have often fled to share the stillness enjoyed by the dead. Over chimes that mark the quarter and the hour noisy Crows play hide and seek around the tower. Cross beneath the arch and through the gate to those here bearing witness to our fate. Marked by gently listing weathered stone they lie here all together, all...

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Dancing near the fire of the candles burning She finds the eyes of the Lord looking in her Angels all surround the heavenly glowing Where the lamb and the champion as one confer They all sing and bless her soul within her heart Wishing that she will never go and depart Heaven erupts with joy at her simple glance All the saints...

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