Best Rugged Poems
My favorite of songs is The Old Rugged Cross.
The most tragic of days was the worlds’ greatest loss.
For sinners that day were all given their chance.
His Father in heaven could not even bear to look not even one glance.
Forgive them He prayed as His life’s blood ran down to the ground.
Can you picture Him there wearing that thorny old crown?
On that hill so far away, sad but precious memories were made.
Born of a virgin mother in the tomb He was laid.
Death could not hold Him, death would not last.
Three days in that tomb, so long ago, death too it would pass.
He arose and was seen by many it was said.
Our Savior arose from the grave and no longer was dead.
As He gave His final words to His apostles and friends.
He ascended to the clouds but they knew they would see Him again.
He made us a promise He would rule once again.
I feel that day is coming we’re reaching the end.
The prophecies that abound.
With each new day they seem to be coming unwound.
Are you ready my friend for the Millennium Reign?
Are have you sunk to wearing the mark worn by Cain?
Sacrifices my friend we all have to do.
Just look at Jesus and the sacrifice He made, was made just for you .
So on that hill so far away I kneel at the thought.
With His precious blood my cleansing was bought.
And what have we learned, or did He die just for nought?
I look to Jesus and His love I have sought.
He must come first in all that we do.
And when the day comes you’ll see I speak true.
Categories:
rugged, devotion, faith, forgiveness, hope,
Form:
Narrative
How I love the Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.
Under the blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills
Land so wild and unforgiving
As the cold wind begins to bite and chill
Carpets of lilac heather providing shelter
For grouse rabbit and mouse
Somewhere in the distance
I catch the site of an old dilapidated stone farm house
Battered and in decay by the harsh temperamental weather
Every day.
Silver ribboned streams gushing and rushing ever flowing
Sparkling in the sun as lazy trout swim and pout
Trying to kiss the sky.
Little white woolly dots majestically graze on idle days
As the ravens take pieces of wool for nesting away
Suddenly the sky turns black and the icy rain begins to pound
And somewhere in the far distance I hear a deep rumbling sound
Cracks of light flash in the sky and the thunder now close by
Gives out a mighty roar
I feel the power shake the ground where I stand
And it shakes me to the core
A mixture of fear and acceleration sweeps over me
As I watch far from safety in awe.
Suddenly as it started the thunder stops and the sky begins to clear
A rainbow crescent appears and the lark twitters once moor
As the started wild ponies and heads of deer reappear
The overpowering smell of damp earth
I'm soaking wet my cheeks red and aglow
I'm lost in the wild untameable timeless beauty
That I have come to love and know
In my isolation I find peace of mind so serine
I am not just a visitor
But at one with nature and part of the scene.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. June.
Categories:
rugged, adventure, beauty, creation, nature,
Form:
Free verse
In my mind I see it standing there
one top of Calvary's hill.
In reality that cross is gone
but I see it standing still.
I'll hold tight to that picture
ever present in my mind,
As a reminder of a rugged cross
on which my Savior died.
That rugged cross stands empty
and the tomb is empty too.
The tomb in which they placed my Lord
when He died for me and you.
I'll treasure that clear picture
that I carry in my mind
Of Golgotha with it's rugged cross
where my Lord and Savior died.
My Savior sits in Heaven
interceeding there for me.
But in my mind the cross still stands
on the hill of Calvary.
And at the foot of that old cross
I lay my burdens down
And kneel each day before that cross
till I recieve my crown.
Categories:
rugged, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
A RUGGED PIECE OF WOOD
A rugged piece of wood became the stable where
Two people came to stay--the only room was there.
A rugged piece of wood became a manger fair;
A Baby soon was born and placed to sleep in there.
A rugged piece of wood the Carpenter would give
A smoothness in the shop where He and Joseph lived.
A rugged piece of wood--the fisher’s boat so strong--
He stood from once to preach to the people all day long.
A rugged piece of wood they took for Him one day
And forced Him down the road to drag it on the way.
A rugged piece of wood now fastened with three spikes
And raised up in the sky, becoming black as night.
A rugged piece of wood, drenched with His precious blood
Became my sin’s paid pardon when I trusted in that flood.
As I looked at that place where once the cross had stood,
I knew salvation’s mine through that rugged piece of wood.
And the blood that He shed there has cleansed my every stain
To give salvation free through faith in Jesus’ Name.
It may seem quite a price, but God said it was good;
He bought salvation there with a rugged piece of wood.
Categories:
rugged, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
T This mournful yet glorious story,
H Hath ever set our eyes on Glory!
E Entombed in an unsullied grave,
O On the Cross for us His life He gave!
L Lamb of God destined to sit on His Father's throne,
D Death He overcame for our transgressions to atone!
R Resurrected on the third day to live forever,
U Undefiled He promised to leave us never!
G Guards placed upon His brow a rustic crown of thorn;
G Gamblers cast lots for the garments He had worn.
E Early that glorious Easter Morn the tomb was bared!
D "Don't be alarmed!" an Angel of the Lord declared!
C "Christ is risen! He is risen! Spread the word!
R Rallying o'er the grave foretold by the prophets has occurred!"
O Overcome with joy His Disciples recalled Jesus' promise:
S Saying, "I'll die and rise again!" (Convinced was even Doubting Thomas!)
S So often debased by man, He rose to become The King of Kings!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Honorable Mention in An Easter Picture Contest
Categories:
rugged, faitheaster, easter,
Form:
Acrostic
When you think of the wonderful day,
That Jesus Christ set you free;
Then you think upon the day,
That he died on Calvary;
Thats when you know deep in you'r heart,
that his love is true;
And thats exactly the reason,
Christ died on the cross for you!
To give you the opertunity,
to live happy and free;
Instead of being trapped,
in sin and misery.
For the master we serve in Jesus Christ,
Is a true and loving God;
And he will guide us safely through,
the valleys in life we must trod.
For life is a daily struggle,
this Jesus Christ knows,
For he too walked upon this earth,
was crucified and arose;
And this promise of eternal life,
is what we all may share;
If the old rugged cross,
in life we decide to bare!
Categories:
rugged, dedication, faith, forgiveness, hope,
Form:
Traveler's Guide to the Rugged Path
Millions tread the rugged path
as nomads groping in a murky mist
eyes and hands aloft; prayerful…hopeful.
Few chance upon a wondrous tree,
bearing on its ample boughs,
love; unconditional and sweet.
Sheltered safely in the shade
they cry out; pleading desperately
for their traveling companions.
Others come, unfamiliar, unwanted
yearning and desperate they approach
anxious to stay their weary journey.
Move along! Cry the few,
laying claim to the bounteous tree
defiantly taking post to defend.
A booming crack roars over the scene;
fire erupts from the heartwood
consuming all in mere moments.
A ghoulish smoky tendril
swirling ‘twixt the beggars and few
the sole, poisoned remnant of love, scorn.
Fingers of blame stab the smoke
traveler railing against traveler
drunk on wrath and indignation.
--------Elsewhere--------
Millions tread the rugged path,
as nomads groping in a murky mist
eyes and hands aloft, prayerful…hopeful.
Few chance upon a wondrous tree
bearing on its ample boughs,
love; unconditional and sweet.
Sheltered safely in the shade
they cry out; pleading desperately
for their traveling companions.
Others come, unfamiliar, unwanted
yearning and desperate they approach
anxious to stay their weary journey.
Come join us! Cry the few,
sharing wide the tree’s abundance
generously offering respite to all.
Quietly, the mist dissipates the scene
clarity of vision, and brotherhood
consume all in the clearing.
Love, shared without condition
accepts the unfamiliar, the unwanted
heals the weary, and poisoned.
It means forgiveness and compassion
from traveler to traveler
no matter how different their paths.
07/30/15
Categories:
rugged, allegory, change, christian, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Standing on the border-line
covered by an itchy rug
two worlds, two lives, one person,
in less than an hour, freedom is expired,
taking the next step, quite unclear and foggy,
responsibilities so welcoming and giving a big hug
Ecstasy clouded by uncertainties,
joy amidst fears of the future,
reality surfacing like threats from a thug
and giving alert as though faced with wild dogs.
But hell yeah!
The transition seems naturally plain
and no need for any form of disdain
Switching to a life of complete companionship,
getting comfort from a bosom so meek,
sharing breath with a heart always available,
all plaster the bricks of the mind
even when such gross anxiety knocks on its door
The bold step has been taken
let the aisle be decorated
for the groom is here!
Categories:
rugged, anxiety, character, confusion, growing
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
When I exchange life's rugged cross
for Eternity's crown;
my soul is rid of sorrow,
my burden all laid down...
I will trade my rags so wretched
for a grown of white.
When I see Jesus,
everything's 'gonna be all right.
No more tears will wet night's darkness,
no more loneliness and dread~
no more fearing the future
nor of what may be ahead.
No more guilty pain of faulting,
nor pangs of yesterday,
I'll have reached Life Immortal
in the True and Living way~
Categories:
rugged, heaven, religious,
Form:
Free verse
So it has been said
To live the life of a man
Is to show no feeling
But I pose these questions
Who has said this?
For with this person
I wish to converse
And where is it written?
Guide me in that direction
Across the expanse of time
Man has endured his many roles:
Hunters on the prairies
Devoted disciples to their Messiahs
Fighting gladiators in Roman arenas
Mighty pharaohs adorned and worshipped
Protectors of the home
Victors over the battlefield
Cowboys during the wild west
Bikers in the desert terrain
We have filled our assigned duties
But somewhere along the way
In the evolution of man
Some translation has went astray……………………………………..
(pause)
Come closer………………………………………………
(pause)
And hear a man breeaatthh
Pace your head upon my chest
Listen to my heart thummppp
Slice my skin
Watch the blood slowly oozzzeee
Burden my back
And surely it will snaaapp
Give me a chance and you will see
I have muscles
But a heart as well
Man is not of stone
But of flesh and of bone
I will wrap my arms around you
To provide safety and warmth
But where will I turn in time of need?
And never, never, let them see you cry
Remember,
To gaze upon a rugged man
Is to see the hair on his face
Sweat on a creased forehead
And a will that won’t break
But consider for a moment,
Seeing beyond what you have
Been conditioned to see
Look past the exterior
Into the depths of his soul,
You will see what I see
So I ask again,
Who said that a man
Has no feeling?
Where is it written?
Categories:
rugged, inspirational, life, uplifting, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
It was calm Sunday morning
everybody lay snoring
in the midst of park
eyes gave a spark
heart started flowing
mind started glowing
started walking fast
forgetting my past
first time our eyes met
and time for the meeting set
the story was going fine
we both , enjoying the wine
good times lasts so short
she gave a thought
to meet her friend
i agreed so that she doesn't offend
again the same place
but the time played an ace
i saw my past
walking so fast
towards my table
started towards my gable
from the other edge
came the sledge
girlfriend said she's here
aghast i said where
she turned back
i turned back
life playing fun
everything round like bun
my past in front
and present behind to confront
she said "you?"
my girlfriend said "he's my new"
laughing out loud
gathering the crowd
she said "he's my past "
i said "am not going to last"
my girlfriend turning hot
waiter arriving with biryani pot
my past already out
walking slowly listening her shout
my past went, present gone
standing with future alone
Categories:
rugged, anger, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
There Was An Old Rugged Cross
There was an old rugged cross up on Calvary's hill where Jesus suffered and died,
for our sins and transgressions 'twas to be the Lord's will his son was crucified.
For God so loved this world every creature great and small,
He made the ultimate sacrifice and a
promise to us all.
Only asking in return we believe
and trust in him,
opening up our hearts so that He can
dwell within.
May the light of his love be a beacon,
shining bright for all to see,
and the cross a constant reminder
of the price Jesus paid to set us free.
Heaven awaits every soul there's
a reason why we're here,
mountains we must climb but
rest assured and do not fear.
Faith hope trust and love are
only a prayer away,
may the old rugged cross remind us of
God's love and forgiveness today.
Tomorrow
and
Always
Written by Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 10/20/2013
All rights reserved
Categories:
rugged, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Collecting vistas
from the wild untameable
misty moor
Rugged and timeless
for the eyes to adore
Spiralling hills and sweeping green vales
Plagued by harsh wind rain and hail
Bubbling brook
and silver ribboned streams flow
Where the purple carpets of heather grow.
Moss covered old drystone walls
baron trees from which the crow
shouts out it's raucous calls
A patchwork quilt of varying greens
and tawny browns
Where sheep majestically graze
with their woolly down.
A rustic stone cottage
long abandoned and run down
graces a hill
Where the wind blows through
the windows with a haunting howl
and biting chill.
A place where many an artist and poet
have been drawn to and inspired
Their hearts at one with nature and beauty
their imagination fired.
A place through the ages
Countless lovers have dreamed and swooned
under the velvet diamonded filled skies
and magical glowing moon
Love stories now left untold lost in time
the pledges of soft love and romance
ans sweet love divine.
An idle timeless wonder land
crafted by Gods loving artful hand.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.
Categories:
rugged, art, creation, mountains, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond Tomorrow's land we wore ancient robes.
Carrying crows until blisters burst from concrete clouds.
I remembered your name in the mold of a scattered song.
Lifted was my body through a castrating light.
Golds, greens, and my uncle's lost salamander.
The pain that pushes and tosses takes all forms.
Just like the joys and the more rugged dials riveting inside you.
Trampling afoot father's garden you forsake your own belly-aching.
Buy-the-ticket-take-the-ride, drink-the-gravy-and-get-over-the-hill.
Everyday flashes with the flapping of a film reel.
Take heed of your vices and waste not your days.
They'll always be a another garden, a new song, some dog named Jojo.
Keep your eyes open and your mind more so as we drift ever further.
Categories:
rugged, future,
Form:
Blank verse
LA LA----LA LA---LA X2
Oh There's an old rugged cross I see
That bears a story of a Holy King,
Named Jesus, who for Love,
Died for you ---and for me.
La la ---la la ---la x2
Oh this is a story for young and old
Passed down through many generations to be told,
As it beholds a truth declaring this story,
That took place years ago on Calvary,
For you and for me.
Ooh---Oooh--- la la la x2
Oh yes it is true in three day Jesus the mighty King,
Rose , conquering the Grave,
Those once lost praise HIS name,
Knowing its because of HIS love and grace we are saved,
Through faith---------
A faith that can be as a mustard seed-----
LA LA ----LA LA -----LA X2
As I kneel to pray to Our Mighty and Holy King,
Asking God to hold my hand and to please lead the way,
to that old rugged Cross,
That bears this story of A Holy King,
Who for love Died and rose for you and me.
Categories:
rugged, christian,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme