Best Last Supper Poems
His disciples dined on fishes
As Jesus heard all their wishes
The die was cast
Judas was last
And had to do all the dishes
LAST SUPPER
Elements of roasted lamb
Cups of wine ,nouveau
Sweet tasting spice nut paste
Eaten,without haste
and digested with
commands of
love !
We monthly meet
To pray and eat
Once children, small
Now several feet
Some rich, some poor
It matters not
Irrelevance of
What we've got
In worldly stuff
Our wealth not mired
My comrade content
Is love inspired
At table share
Our lives in full
Our seasons vibrant
Sometimes just dull
To glasses raise
These humans dear
My heart is full
So glad you're here
As life unfolds
Both up and down
This friendship king
Has earned it's crown
Have I?
Captured you?
Rapture’d you?
I stare at you
The moon at my back
Wine dripping as blood
Life dripping from your soul
My red hair shines and glows
My Naughty thoughts so sublime
I will devour you
I will make you
Make you be who you are
Make you howl like a wolf in the night
Pleasures as you have never known
Caressing upon your chest
My love, we have no time at all to rest
In peace, just yet
Do you see me, full of your essence?
I smile at our fate of the evening time
I know in the end
All the pleasure I bring to you
You oh great love will return ten fold
I will moan like a satisfied feline
We have accomplished what our tribes said was not
Allowed or possible
Hold me dear
Hold me forever
As we plunge
Together in the depths of love
And leave this world
Forever
Notes: This poem was all over the map, and finally I molded it after the famous Romeo and Juliet.
Faded tempera
Leonardo da Vinci
Jesus was betrayed
The Last Supper of Hope
Grief has exhausted itself
And pain has abandoned the heart;
Emptiness now lives where joy
Once called home.
Our streets have become cisterns
Of blood—death quenching its thirst—
Flashbacks of the belly bowels of slave ships
Flying flags of crosses and crescent moons alike.
Hell remains without fury—never discriminating;
And Dante smiling—spits in the face of justice.
Today Armageddon sits at the Last Supper;
May hope be the Bread and Wine. And
Judas forgets to RSVP.
Mary Magdalene. The last supper.
The last day I combed Christ’s hair
I knew I truly loved him,
It was matted and tangled, I believed there and then that we were not all perfect
people.
Nobody was.
I always liked a happy thought,
But I knew his mind could be dark and disagreeable,
His hair was stubborn and coarse
Like a Roman Soldiers mood.
As I pulled down hard to rid the tugs
I was aware of jealous eyes
As Judas Iscariot walked by.
His stony look said it all.
He would cut the Devils hair
If it meant he could kiss Christ’s cheek.
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a piece of unleavened bread
wine – fruit of the vine
a feast of Holy Spirit
fills my hungry soul
with your gift of love
redemption
Lord!
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Inspired
by the Holy Bible
Luke: Chapter 22: 7-23
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Awarded: First Place
John Heck's Epulaeryu contest
mole savors plump worm
as hare eyes imminent feast –
blissful last supper
On the night when He was betrayed.......
What if The Last Supper
was The Last Supper
He gave thanks.......
Coke and Chips
could be it
Each time you do.......
Ice and Whiskey
could be it
Remember me
Remember me
Reality bites hard
What if we got it wrong
On the night when He was betrayed.......
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last supper in FALL -
trees of brownish orange, litter
the earth sweeps the ground
It was in the dark of night
When the owls cried and the ravens cawed.
That’s when the candle lit dinner for two was served,
Spread on the red tablecloth of savoury sight.
Mumbling whispers of love breached the silence
In the eclectic electricity of brushing bodies,
Announcing the passion to come of our fiery essence,
But the dawn will drown the expectation.
The stained plates with sticky crumbs of broken love,
The pan with the fried mess of an uneaten passion.
Littered the kitchen sink as hope sunk in the hopeless oblivion.
There’d be cleansing as the brush wiped away the sticky fervour.
Of the love that never was,
Of the dream that was an illusion,
But the two plates still bear the crack and mark of that fallen love.
Meaningful night, to him, a last
Take a moment and reflect
At this time in the past
What was found and what was lost
Michael
re-post inspired by Cindi contest
Elements of roasted lamb
Cups of wine ,nouveau
Sweet tasting spice nut paste
Eaten,without haste
and digested with
commands of
love !