Best Crucified Poems
Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.
Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.
All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.
Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,
The soul crumples.
Satan’s oracle
Tempting manacle
On heart tramples.
Towers of flesh
Drag my weary bones
As the axe-man hones
His blade afresh
Heard the Devil's voice:
"Crimson Cross!"
My dice to toss
Fate's generous choice!
"Kneel by the altar
Take my rosary,
Or God's pillory.
You have to falter?"
Succumbing feet tread
On scaffold's heart
As the moments part
What's there that they dread?
Nails of Divine love
Prick my palms
Grope for balms
Wails a benign dove
Mocking herd of sheep
Ignorant vultures
The gaze tortures
The wound doth weep.
The Fallen Prince
Roars with laughter:
"The hereafter!?!
Who else to convince?"
"O thou Holy, hark
The Forsaken Son
Has thy Father won?"
All the rest is dark…?
The blood that flowed on Calvary
Was freely shed, just for me.
I nailed one of His hands to the tree
I helped to arrest Him in Gethsemane.
I sat with Peter around the flame--
When questioned, I denied His name.
I stood with the soldiers in Pilate's hall
We laughed and mocked Him, one and all.
"This man is innocent," Pilate said.
But we roared, "Crucify!! We want Him dead!"
"Give us Barabas, we'll let him go free.
But we want Jesus, nailed to a tree!"
"He's yours," siad Pilate as he washed his hands.
"Do as you will with the Son of Man."
We took Him out and stripped Him down
Whipped His back, till blood stained the ground.
We marched Him up Golgotha's hill
Spit, beat, and slapped Hinm at will.
I put the first of the nails in His hands,
Yes, I crucified The Son of Man.
He hung on the cross that whole long day,
And while He suffered, I heard Him pray;
"Father forgive them, they don't have a clue.
They only do what they have to do."
I wasn't really there, I'm sure you know,
Yet my every sin, struck another blow.
He bled. He suffered. Then He died--
For my sins, He was crucified.
I'm sorry Jesus for my sin
I humbly ask you to take me in.
The blood that flowed on Calvary
Was freely shed just for me.
Feb 28/18
D H Loewen
in love
he held hands out
wore the flowerless crown
and hung on the branches of faith
ignored
What I believe is what is.
Not some metaphysical ideal,
Nor a political fizz.
It is honest sensible and real.
It’s about my friends, relatives and yours,
The ones we haven’t as yet met,
And won’t because we’ve closed those doors,
And what we have is all we get.
Look at it all and what do we see,
gods of currency, power and lust.
A world licentious, not free,
envy, pride, hatred and distrust.
Where are our heroes to save us?
The lovers and poets and sensible writers,
The Ghandis, and Kings to lead us.
The loving, in God trusting, evil fighters.
Without those potential God given heroes in this darkened world,
to reveal His light shining under that politically barred door…
Those precious living flags will never be unfurled,
Our young friends in their wombs are worth fighting for!
Viewing the crucifixion scene capturing my soul
I'm glued to the vital character bearing the painting's essence
Staring at His image, my mind is gripped with Scripture verses
Unraveling momentous event in history - spiritual and miraculous
Asserting biblical Christianity's glorious message
Lauding compassion's omnipotence wrought by the Almighty Father.
Overwhelmed with gratefulness, I'm moved to worship...
Facing the beauty of the Lamb of God, I exclaim:
Crucified slaughtered Saviour, Jesus Christ the Lord
Redeemer and Deliverer, He vanquished death’s sting.
Unwavering in His sacrifice, offering Himself willingly
Calvary’s Hill He surmounted toward eternal victory’s height.
Infinite pardon He declared along “Father, forgive them” plea
Freeing hell-bound sinners from iniquities’ wages.
Immutable truth obscurity cannot hide
Expressing “I am the way, the truth, and the Life”
Dearly He paid the price to ransom me from condemnation’s verdict.
Seeing my Saviour in His suffering state, yet triumphant stature
Awakens my spiritual fervor, anchored by His love...
Vouching me verily, renewing my vow to live for Him.
Imparted with His divine nature, I’m illumined...
Overtaken by service-opportunities from selfishness’ grip
Upheld to exercise my faith midst strengthened heart
Revived to testify “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live…”
Today, I put my faith in You, dear Jesus Christ. You died, were buried and resurrected to give me everlasting salvation. I trust and believe that only YOU can give me eternal life. Forgive me for my sins. Thanks so much for your love, and for assuring me heaven.
*Matthew 27:33-50; Mark 15:33-39; Luke 23:33-47; John 19:17-37.
**Galatians 2:20 “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”
Ekphrasis in Acrostic form
February 15, 2019
7th place, "Final Call Of NAs Your Most Meaningful One" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Chantelle Ann Cooke; judged on 10/8/2020.
Over two thousand years ago it was
when the son of God physically died
there history tells this undoubted truth
Jesus Christ sacrifice salvation applied
The people there cried out to see
that this Jesus be put to His death
but was it only them that did this?
no, ALL who lived took His last breath
WE were all there that dayat Calvary
yes YOU crucified the son of God
rejecting His love, grace and mercy
think we're innocent when we're fraud
But such is the depth of God's love
it reaches down to even such as WE
even there Jesus cries forgive them
nailed He was upon cruel's Calvary's tree
This gospel still applies even today
even though YOU put saviour on the tree
He offers His love from sins bondage
receive Him now salvation full and free
('And they crucified him' Mark 15: 24) )
Christianity slips away in times like these;
ashamed of crimes committed.
Bloodshed without remorse
tears out the heart of the innocent.
Unfeeling the mighty
ride the steeds of Satan
as they unleash their barbarity.
Using and abusing to their advantage.
Twisted Mankind sees no wrong in
destroying Mother Nature and
crucifying its fellow creatures.
“They are lesser beings”,
“they feel no pain” taunts the
Son of Adam.
The crucified line a dark road
in Man’s triumphant blasphemy.
A calf can be heard calling out
for its mother in the darkness.
Whilst a lamb hangs limply oozing blood.
A lamb was once before crucified.
Blessed are the meek.
The truth declares Jesus Christ is risen
as holy scripture tells in it's pages
this Jesus is God incarnate himself
though the world denies as it rages
All of these too thousand years ago
mankind in general still don't believe
giving up every excuse imaginable
fully intent to live on and disbelieve
For this Jesus on the cross crucified
paid the price for sin not His own
but for those God himself will call
lovingly drawing to His salvation shown
Then three days after His crucifixion
the son of God to to life would rise
for at the tomb He was laid now gone
to live eternally certainly no disguise
Today this Christ lives by His spirit
indwelling in every believer by His power
a transformed resurrection life so true
heaven awaits those their eternal hour
Under the shining light
Knelt before the words of Pontius Pilate
With Judas alongside
Did sins of creed bestow
upon me the cry of the century
John, did thee see
My crimes wash away
In Jordan, or was it just me?
Is Apostles' Creed devoid of truth
For did He visit Hell?
While He resurrected.
Take me down that path
So I build my own shrine
While the Holy Lance digs deep
And take away me,
But no one to throw, no one to see
While I hang on the dogwood.
© Rohan Suresh
in the beginning of a prior life
i took my first breath in the heart of a pyramid
shrouded is lapus lazuli light emitted from sandstone walls
singing a song smiling in Winter Worn Waves
written by the water wearing wisdom wrinkled wings
I was given a gift of 3 quills and a bottle of tears ink
never to run dry like the truth alive with honesty
the syllables of sacred stars were stitched with Loves Threads
into my thoughts and spoken from the tips of my right hand
I was baptized under the hands of the Creator that continues to stand
upon the ledge i know to be a cloud of compassion
with a kiss blown from the crystalline canopy of the Tree Of Life
I received understanding and knowledge etched in my spirit
communicating with my soul swimming in the Dead Sea
that has protected me since it was alive
bearing the seed of faith sprouting amethyst gratitude glazed words
ablazed in the stems of forget-me-nots generating purified pollen
decorating the Hummingbirds Holy message delivered in origami ornaments
hung upon a halo of heiroglyphs sitting delicately atop the horns
of a cherished Capricorn who will deliver salvation
to several salivating with sin
filled with fear foaming fabricated frostbitten fibs
wearing a haze of hate over empty eyes staring down earshots
of listening ears grown in indigo crops of chosen children
harvested by hourglass headstones running out of time
ticking like shadowed rain on the Solar Systems Sun Dial
worn on the galaxy's wrist watching the veil fraying
as colorblind constellations call our ancestral animadversions
they become frusterated by telepathic dialtones
of tone deaf vibrations voyagin on velvet visions
falling from vernacular vines
in tones
of notes
that atone
fruit grown in wineskins that explode
with prayers to return home
I know
I'm here to show
all those swallowed by the hollow
it's time to borrow
unity and follow
one another out of sorrow
rising to the next level to glow
with the flow
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who else is ready to go???
There's no sharper pain than being
a crucified Christ who screams while long nails
pierce his palms and people mock him with laughter;
any human being, including me, is too weak to bear
what He suffered to redeem Mankind...
take His place, look down and find no pity.
There's much contradiction to his death,
who were his enemies the idolatrous Romans
or Caiapha the High Priest? Was jealousy the cause of all?
One can point to only one as it was recorded
by the apostle John and others who felt the same agony.
Today some religions don't use soldiers
to put the despised ones on crosses to die,
but persecute them with the help of authorities
who seem fair and free of blame, beware followers of Christ!
Sometimes, I feel like a crucified Christ
whipped, spitted on and ridiculed by the enraged crowds
that are blinded by ignorance and hatred...
instead of welcoming me as their friend, they fear me
and plot against me not knowing that my silence is astuteness.
Crucified Saviour, Jesus Christ, my soul’s delight
Redeemer, He vanquished death’s sting might.
Unwavering in His sacrifice, offering Himself willingly
Calvary’s Hill He surmounted powerfully.
Infinite pardon He granted with forgiveness-joy charges
Freeing me, hell-bound sinner from iniquities’ wages
Immutable truth obscurity cannot against reality-surges.
Expressing “I am the way, the truth, and the Life” edict
Dearly He paid for my ransom from condemnation’s verdict.
Seeing my Saviour in His suffering state, yet triumphant stature
Awakens my spiritual fervor, anchored by His love’s gesture.
Vouching me verily, renewing my vow to live for Him, my Lord
Imparted with His divine nature, I’m instructed by His Word.
Overtaken by service-opportunities from selfishness
Upheld to exercise my faith by His compassionate kindness
Revived to testify “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live…”*
*Galatians 2:20 I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
March 11, 2019
Christians once sacrificed their own,
To the God of Love, like pagans known,
Burning heretics, they claimed divine,
Killing their own in a holy shrine.
Those who fought for freedom's call,
Claiming Christian values above all,
Killed their own in cold bloodshed,
Replacing faith with "nation" instead.
Those who send us to war, with hate and fear,
Are not Christian, nor human, but profiteers,
Forcing the poor to meet their end,
Calling it justice, a moral trend.
And oftentimes, the word "justice" they use,
Substituting love, for violence they choose,
Replacing truth with words that sound,
A heartless scheme, worth millions of pounds.
The Crucified Risen, came to say,
There's only love, in a world astray,
Only love can conquer violence and strife,
Bringing peace and hope, to all of life.
Alla Antsis
April 7, 2023
CRUCIFIED
Shot and missed!
Close not close enough
Why am I shooting at an empty sky?
The clouds are covered in impenetrable bullet proofs
How do I shoot at the moon in this eclipse?
So confused!
In my perfections and imperfections
I have given them my all; tried at least
Yet, my best seem like my worst
They have chosen not to believe in me.
All blames on me!
The white sheep in black clothes
They can’t see my struggles
How can they my hustles?
Do I have to put my head on the blade for them?
Eyes closed!
When am gone; they open their eyes
My bed is full of needles; my pillow, full of tears
How much more will I cry before I get consoled?
Now that am dead; they wail and write the best tributes
My casket made of gold; my grave full of diamonds.
Lordvip
LXXXV
What means that I with Christ be crucified?
With insufficiency the cross I bear?
Or else be yoked together by his side?
And follow in his footstep everywhere?
How may I drive the nails by mine own hand?
Impossible and yet it must be done
So deep a paradox to understand
Myself I put to death live by his Son
Each day I live by faith and not with sight
He gives me grace to overcome my will
To mortify my sad and selfish life
That others find what only God could fill
The power of a life that’s crucified
Is seen when Christ alone be glorified