Best Crucifixion Poems

Upon Sarah Palin,
The media is wailing,
While economy is failing,
A woman will do,
For fault to pursue,

But as governor in her state,
Things are looking great,
Alas,,,,,ka,,,,,ha,
We make our own way,
We need no bail,
Bureaucrats heads to swell,

She’s beautiful and bold,
Said, I believe in love’s gold,
We will climb our own...

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Our sins, sweet Jesus,

Forged nails to crucify you
 
Became


Yet 


Your divine blood, 

Away washed, all humanity’s

Shame!





© Demetrios Trifiatis
      11 MARCH 2015...

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Not all can see the Mystery of the Crucifixion that happened to me...

Your Ancestors were there, in Greif and Despair....

Their JOY at my Return you cannot compare!

This needed to be , to prove GOD'S Victory , over death in the world ,please try to see...

When...

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A.W. Nutter

Condemning chants from the crowd
Final resting place growing nearer
Death envelopes, in a dark shroud
Plunging toward the final chapter

Weight of the rough hewn wood
More than a young soul can bear
To many voices, so misunderstood
The sins of the father, mine to fear

Sons and daughters, of the...

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Jesus, no doubt, is my hero and friend,
Till the end.
Was he perfect?  Don’t know?  But if So?
When he told the Pharisees that they were of their father the devil?
Was he sinning?  Was he hating? Such that others could mock and revel?
In their...

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Crucifixion

Your sweating Bode layed on the cross
the nails and hammer  bright
the Cruxer sets it on your limbs
through flesch and bone he strives

Your body winds in pain and gasps
the muscles cramp in flame
onlookers claps with fun no shame
for them its all a game..

then when they...

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Thorn coif is embedded on your head,
and it thrusts to your head with its prongs,
spikes as nails tear your body –
God’s blood is flowing on humans’ sin.

Wales of lash tore your flesh,
you carried the Cross and human toil,
bleeding wounds were embittered by pain,
when they nailed...

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I am the coward, too afraid to fight,
To stand up, and change the world.
My motivation Is pathetic. 
I am an 8 year old boy just wanting love,
And changing the world is most loved.
I sit in my chair in the back yard,
Smoking cigars, and thinking,
Thinking that...

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My Crucifixion 

One of a few regrets, I face my mortality
Time spent in dissension, self imposed exile
I face my God, drop in prayer asking for reprieve
My penance; life, my sentence; life
In what else can I believe

Judge, jury, and executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
I see things...

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AN INCREDULOUS COWARD COW-TOWING TO CRUCIFIXION

Mine is a crisis of Christ or crucifixion
Holiness or hell
Religion or retribution
A martyr or barter for a beast
Benevolence or blood
St. Luke or sins to rebuke
St. Paul or a fall from grace
St. John or be gone
Joy or a Judas kiss
Bliss or...

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The nails that pierce Your body my Lord are forged by the sins of unrepentant humanity!






© Demetrios  Trifiatis
       13 April 2017...

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missing something
I am not sad
little worried, but I am not ...

... just missing  ... you know
and afraid
because
for what you're leaving unfinished
you are sentenced to be only half human
and you didn't let me even once to say goodbye
even once

I don't want to be half human

by...

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Searching vainly, the dark enthralled with death, 
Moral fervor and forthrightness deep breath.
In utter silence, stealth into its depths 
Drawing breath, soon all His knowledge in breadth. 

Amidst the Garden of Gethsemane, 
Distraught His strength falter growing angst pain; 
Looking up to the heavens in...

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Centurio Romanus sum,
et nolite flere non commovebitur.

I am a Roman Centurion.I do not weep or tremble.
But I have wept some bitter tears before this end of week.
Yes, I have wept some bitter tears hot rolling down my cheek
that wet my bed and wet my beard...

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A tree upon which hung a lamb-
A tree of toxic thorns 
A final cry of agony
That only few would mourn. 

Tragedy befell the place
As the light went dark
Yet the world was now in grace,
Could now, to life, embark. 

There was power in the blood
Shed upon...

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