Best Crosses Poems

You never really knew the beauty of your soul.
Of how it is possible to be both old and young
within the same body that tells about the years past,
but can put to shame so many of today’s indolent youth.

How were you able to retain such innocence,
for...

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They rise up before me, marbled stones like the stars
are embracing the evening, while they shatter the heart
Scattered fields, vast and somber, keeping silent the valiant 
who have fallen so bravely, while forsaking the cost 

Many names are forgotten, and some have been lost
New crosses...

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Crosses

Christlike creatures carry crosses bravely borne
from fetters forged by blessed consecrations.
Wicked winds tear at flesh that’s whipped and worn
as vanquished persons hold on to their convictions.

A twisted world is turning towards the darkness
embracing envy, enmity and shame.
The holy sword is noted for its sharpness
as it...

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Three crosses stood on a hill
The one in the middle is calling still

The "Blessing" he offered to one and all
To you he's offering his loving call...

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Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
Like sentinels -stone-fixed to the ground.
The wind like a shroud wraps around them,
Enshrining each space where they're found.

Stone guardians stand at attention,
Into the distance -row after row.
O' mourn those hallowed internments,
Where our heroes are resting below.

Rows and rows...

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1. Remember that first day we met?
I hadn’t hardly wakened yet
When I walked in the church’s wooden door.
Then I saw you beside a pew;
I hardly knew what I should do
So I stood firmly rooted to the floor,
(Chorus)
Because I saw the crosses in your eyes,
Reflecting in...

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"Improvised, Noughts and Crosses" 

points strung 
pearls lacking
wisdom scattered
poetically, 
of no large matter
rolling lost across a floor
stuck in the cracks
hidden in strange corners,
what do points matter;
when connected
unbroken, 
the creative heart
improvised united,
becomes beautiful 
more pure,
of some composed 
great importance,
love like magic,
lifts the room
vibrating higher
by score

the lost...

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Wretched Stakes

I find in your eyes a mysterious universe
fraught with the searing scent of betrayal
and warped reflections of my reality
swirling in shadows of welling, yet un-shed tears.

Rummaging the tortured abyss for a glint of familiarity,
grasping to anchor myself in the alien terrain,
I'm awestruck by the...

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Three crosses upon a hill; three men killed.
The middle One_Saviour of the lost world
Gave His precious blood of His own free will.

Salvation for everyone that was God's will.
How God' heart wept as His Son was killed
By sinful human beings of this world.

God created a beautiful...

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Gravestones, white crosses
bone-chill breaths of old ghosts, stirs-
Dried, blood-red poppies....

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 Three Crosses

The Virgin mary was sitting down one day
With a gold book in her hands. JESUS came 
by that day and asked her - What are you 
doing with that gold book in your hands?

She answered, I am here - I can't eat and...

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beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out...

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Down deep in Dixie
We have long heeded his call
(And still pay the price)

...For Abe Lopez's picture contest of Dr. Martin Luther King...

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Fields of France are filled with blood-red poppies
Where also bloom the lily-white crosses:
Each buried youth a seed, now bursting forth 
Into a stark white cruciform flower:
Row upon row, rank after serried rank,
A spiky grid overlying acre 
After acre in silent panoply,
Swan-mute as stillborns, yet shrieking...

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( FIFTEEN CROSSES )

I had a dream I was kneeling, at fifteen crosses on the hill
Not a whisper from the trees, everything was still,
I felt a sadness in my heart, an empty kind of pain,
Fifteen souls had gone away, only memories remained.
I tried to cry...

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