Best Catholic Poems

On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun

On that day, Winter solitude  would be gone

The avalanche of differences melts into...

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The world is one big Pallette
full of mixed colours
mixed races,mixed cultures.
The world is full of different ideas
full of The Humble and The Intelligent, 
How Beautiful...

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Haiti, the home of voodoo practices
Seventeenth Century Spain cedes to France
Catholic Spaniards trembled when they saw
“Dead” men revived to wander in trances

A vile poison can...

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  This Life

From a child taught Catholic creed,
drilled, drilled into me by school nuns;
those teachings will never recede,
but, since those days I have lived...

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Daughter  of Mary and  Louis
(Named after my late grandmother ) 

My name is  Charmaine
a name originated from latin
Charmaine means -a song

Eldest of...

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 I'm a Catholic,You're a Muslim

I'm an Orthodox ,You're a Protestant

I'm a Hindhuist,You're a Buddhist

You're an Atheist,and I am a Mormon too.

You're an African,I'm American

You're...

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It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours 
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has 
Never been perfect,...

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I watched angels fall from grace today
I wondered  how could this be
I looked to the heavens to  ask
How  could this have happened...

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Violet, a lovely lady, kin to Purple, can be a contradiction.
Between her fellows Red and Blue (yet more inclined to Blue),
she lies with a calm...

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What Annoys Me.

         The Wedding of Rubbish and Nonsense.

Dearest readers; Please stand, for the big day has...

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A funeral is not the place when you find you need to laugh
Here is my true story about my little gaffe
I hope this poem does...

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I’m lunching with my bestie Mylie
She’s upset and no longer smiley
I ask her what’s wrong
She said in my thong
My bottom is no match for Kylie!

I...

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On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun

Winter solitude  would be gone.

The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness.

Through the same...

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In the Catholic Schools of the West
All students are put to a test
Their head must go South
With an open mouth
To measure who comes off the...

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This was written a few years ago for St. Patty's Day and posted:
If your favorite color is green and of the Emerald Isles you dream,
you...

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