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 knoll,
In the Jesus fold,
Left office to end it,
As an Alaskan Inuit,
Standing tall,
Is all,
Before economic fall,
That is my call,
As Peter of old,
Went fishing, I am told,
For real gold,
Of God’s fold,
Found in mouth of fish,
I am told,
You haven’t heard,
The last word,
Of this classy,
Lassy,
La presidente,
Presente?
This is love’s call,
After the fall,
The economy and all,
Love can do it,
We may as well view it,
And as love pursue it,
The mind has tried,
By lies to provide,
By media’s wailing,
Not prevailing,
She keeps on sailing,
This Sarah Palin,
As the beast prophesyeth,
He lieth,
For profit of lust,
Not for any of us,
As,,,, at Sarah he thrust,
He is mind control,
For worldly gold,
Seeking riches of old,
For the few,
As death they pursue,
Nothing new,
Sarah Palin,
Not wailing,
She’s actually prevailing,
Sarah Palin,,,, Genesis,,,, Earth,
Give birth,,,,, Give birth!!
7-28-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
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
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 discourse
On bend knees in unspoken end recourse.
Jesus stretched out on the cross gazed at their grief.
Scarlet sorrow; all they could see, His brief
Passion of life and crimson tainted cross.
Whilst soldiers toss dice, but blind by their loss.
Why? Please, let his suffering come to an end.
They loved Him yesterday, cannot comprehend.
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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 you look at the CROSS ,Pleases don't feel a Loss,
the Gift of Eternal Life is it's True Symbol of course!
And in time you will find,
Christ is the being of EVERYONE not just Mine!
I saw a Man today as he walked the hill
Tears and drops of blood did equal spill
From brutally torn flesh and eyes of pain
I saw a Man today my inadequate refrain
I saw a Man today unjustly convicted
His trial was short and clearly scripted
The verdict assured without any proof
I saw a Man today who spoke only truth
I saw a Man today abandoned by friends
Who claimed to be strangers by pretends
Before the cock crowed denying Him thrice
I saw a Man today and words cannot suffice
On a hill called the skull I saw a Man today
‘Father, forgive them’, is what I heard Him say
Through nails and a crown of thorns grace He sought
I saw a Man today the world’s debt He bought
For I saw a Man today more innocent than me
Take up my sentence while I just walked free
He bore the crucifixion cross in my place
I saw a Man today, I looked upon His face
I saw a Man today and He saw into my heart
And took away the darkness and gave me a new start
He broke the chains that bound tighter than the jail
I saw a Man today whose blood tore the veil
I saw a Man today and He died upon that cross
Sacrificed for me and all the world’s lost
He could have called a heavenly army
But I saw a Man today who chose to die for me
Three days past I saw that Man die upon the beam
A death that changed my path it would so seem
And now before His empty tomb an angel doth stand
Why seek you in this place of death The Living Man?
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 damned
Anxiously awaiting, my crucifixion
Taste for a new soul being fanned
As the priest offers the benediction
Hand forced open, exposing the palm
Three nails, retribution for imagined sin
Tearfully reciting the twenty-third psalm
Screaming as the metal pierces the skin
The holy trinity watching from above
Turn a deaf ear, refusing to intervene
Ignoring the prayers from the dove
As out of control this life careens
Hanging on a cross, life upside down
Suffering through life and eternity my fate
To another hell, a maligned soul is bound
Haunted by memories, devoured by hate
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 own superiority? And his motives inferior?
My God, I feel wearier, every day,
That I feel the weight of the maternal scolds, and belittling things that folks say.
“Get a job!” “Get off the street?!”
“You’re just a burden as you sit there and beg at my feet!”
“You’re not a victim, so leave the past in the past!”
“That’s not nice, my little child, you’d better straighten up fast!”
Jesus, no doubt, is my hero and friend.
Till the end.
Was he perfect? Don’t know? But even if not?
I strive to be like him, and love him a lot.
And just as my Savior, got angry, I too,
Feel the fury of bias and the rage of pointed fingers.
Like singers, singing a song of condescension,
It reminds me of days that I am censured to mention,
When my dad was denied his pension,
Because of the tension,
Of his skin tone and refusal,
To be sheepish and bamboozled,
Am I Jesus, or even much like him?
Not really, I must admit?
But still he’s my Savior, even when I throw a fit.
And thank God he sees me truly,
Even when others scoff and chide.
And thank God he gives me courage,
For I refuse to run and hide.
For those like me, who started from the beginning at the bottom,
Our culture tends to view us as oh just a wee bit rotten,
And at the slightest hint of fury, seek to hunt us like Ben Laden.
So when I lose it? Yes I choose it?
This consequential crucifixion,
For I although others tend to want me silenced, prostrate in submission,
I have a savior, King, and best friend too, who never fails to listen.
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 lift the cross with you
you know that is the end
but still some hours Agony
no help no mercy sent..
They mocking you and having fun
your mind is letting go
the blood drops constantly DOWNWARDS
for them its all a show..
when finaly your soul gets out
you see them standing there
aroused and hyper oh my god
you lift up through the air..
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 you to the Cross.
They torment you, in crowd they hide,
throng of scoundrels encircle the Lord
and they scoff while you are dying.
Burning wounds, the sweat is mixing with blood,
it dribbles through your eyes and mouth –
life is forsaking my God.
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 I am smart,
Thinking up ways to hurt people
Passively: with words
Believing its good for them,
Breaking them open, crushing their worldviews,
Is fun to me, it makes me feel powerful,
Too lazy to be more than average,
Masturbating instead of meditating,
Fantasizing about things I do not want,
A dreamer with no focus,
Too ADHD or lazy to complete any art,
Time passing, too afraid of my purpose,
Too afraid of rich people: condescending,
Too cowardly to take the microphone and make myself heard
Using the mask of power: aloof, hiding, mysterious: alone.
Behind the mask, just a small boy: a beautiful shy boy.
Big Crystal eyes that change colors: A heart too large.
Trying so hard to hide this little light behind the bush.
The zombies are attracted to the light!
A boy with a gun: haphazard, dangerous: too much power.
Shoot them in the knee: prevent them from voting or judging!
The boy needs a teacher, a parent: Stuck, confused.
The trees and the moon are my friends, they always love me.
But it doesn’t suffice, it is too soft: aching, needing real love.
God is there: his love is ecstasy, but it’s too intense: in-comprehendible.
Please water it down, and give it to me in the form of a beautiful mate,
Or an audience : Either will suffice.
I just want to do what is right and good but no longer know what is good or evil.
Form:
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 that most do not want to see
Blood on my hands
My own blood from my own crucifixion
Feeling things that most do not want to feel
I’m facing demons, living nightmares
As I am forced to look inside at the real me
Who I was, who I am, different yet the same
Fighting through the battles, torn and scarred
The only way to get over the shame
We all make mistakes, admitting it or not
I too was only created in an image
Falling short, falling hard, bottomless abyss
Truly sorry for the paths that I may have strayed
For the monsters I’ve created
Still I have become my judge, my jury, and my own
executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
Seeing things that I don’t want to see
Judge, jury, and executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
Feeling things that I don’t want to feel
Blood on my hands
My own blood from my own crucifixion
Believing things that I don’t want to believe,
And all in the name of repentance...
Bless me father for I have sinned,
With my first breath of life I became tied to you
With a never-ending need for forgiveness
Always sorry for the very way of the world
As if through death I could enact a change...
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 be remiss
Bow or cow-tow to torment now
Silk and satin or Satan
A dove or the loss of God’s love
Justice or no justification
Following a righteous faction or friction
Christ or crucifixion
I am someone less fact than fiction
A man who abandons Christ in favor of crucifixion
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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 this tree
Everlasting power that could
Pardon sin and free.
This tree was once a sign of death
A symbol of disgrace
Now, in sweet remembrance
To be constantly embraced.
Life that left the tree that day
Would never leave for good,
For, within the next three days
Returned, in glory, stood.
There is always power in the
Blood that then was shed
Everlasting power that has
Risen from the dead.
The nails that pierce Your body my Lord are forged by the sins of unrepentant humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 April 2017
By your red scars you crucified the moving stars
By your thorns you crucified the entire world
By your dolour you crucified the world-ruler
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through your bloodiness you destroyed our drunkenness
Through your painfulness you restored all the fullness
Through your blood drainage you became unmixed knowledge
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
You were nailed on a crucifix to heal the sick
You were nailed on a cross to retrieve what was lost
You were nailed on a tree for all to see
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through elevation you cured the sin of wisdom
Through rising to the blue you caught and killed the brute
Through elevation you went into fruition
Christ at the near end calmly said “It is finished”