Best Virgin Mary Poems
Dear little insect
«Our Lady's Bird» bring good luck
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Aphids for supper
a red robe with seven dots
Virgin Mary sent from God
08.07.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Tanka: 5-7-5-7-7 syllable
Crowning the Virgin Mary
I was only six years old and was
chosen by the first grade nun,
To place a garland of roses on the
Vigin Mary in May.
It really was an honor and a blessing.
Mom had pictures made of this event.
As little girls, we all were so lovely.
Dressed in lovely dresses and real shoes.
We never dressed like boys.
I had to climb a rather tall ladder.
Sister Antoinette helped my unsteady
feet
I was so very frightened.
But~ it was quite ethereal to see
the Madonna's face.
Another nun played the piano for us.
They all sang as I was walking up the
stairs to heaven with a garland of roses for
Mary's head.
"Oh, Mary we crown thee with blossoms
today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May."
Yes, those were the days,most unique.
God and the saints were allowed in school.
We were taught to live by the golden rule.
Our world,today, thick-headed as can be,
Slammed the door in God's face.
And ignorantly searches for peace in the
human race?
Worse, many have no idea of immortality.
Take a view of the news, you will find,
Great evil forever emphasized, over the
good men, do.
God's word never read,just words of fallible
mortal men.
Churches, synagogues our new killing fields?
Yes, that's the result we pay, for turning in
disobedience from God's most Holy face!
Panagiota Romios
5/3/2018
12:30am PST
I once saw the Virgin Mary
On a wall in San Francisco
Black marks on a stucco wall
I knew you by the streetlight
A vision of sanctifying grace
Then fussy on a tangled path
Far from my roots of origin
You spoke directly into me
Through my rough exterior
Reaching into the child in me
A mother caring for her baby
Forgiving before I even asked
In a whisper my voice told her
Bless me for always being less
Virgin Mary of the alley wall
Not judging me or hating me
For the person I pretend to be
Seeing us all as your children
A mother who understands us
Sharing your grace and beauty
So if you are gone in the morning
I ask you to keep your heart open
And to remember me here as I am
Love Letter to God from the Virgin Mary. (You could sing this one, tune is "What am I living for...? sung by Clyde McPhadder, way back when.)
What are we fighting for?
Look at the sparkling sea,
So beautiful..
What are we fighting for?
Look at the snow-clad Alps,
So pristine,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the desert dawn,
So golden warm,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the valleys and lakes,
So serene and calm.
What are we fighting for?
Look at the tiny ant,
So perfectly small,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the human form,
So miraculous,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the clouds,
So fluff and moist,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the Planet Earth,
So bountiful,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the blazing stars,
So heavenly,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the Universe,
So infinitely large,
What are we fighting for?
Mary's Love letter to God,
What are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?
OUR RESPONSE TO JESUS: MAGNIFICENT PSALMS
Glory to this confusion: man and God
So simple, and so mysterious, a Triune Godhead!
Glory, glory, glory to our glorious God
LORD and King, Yahweh and Adonai, Elohim and El-Shaddai
We all must have, all must sing, Magnificats
Like Mary, who had heard of the LORD
Through Gabriel, Archangel and awesome:
(Yet in her day, a teenager dare not fall pregnant)
Faith comes from hearing … and she had heard of Israel's hope and salvation, The Messiah, and when Gabriel said the name, YESHUA, God is Salvation,
Knowledge and wisdom invaded Mary's mind, then her womb
Would I be willing to speak to a man in authority over me
And let him know he will not receive my first loyalty (Less than Mary)
Luke's Gospel contrasted a literate Priest Zechariah's disbelief
And possibly the "illiterate Mary's" question of a similar kind
He was muted (He had received much; was punished for believing less?)
The Virgin Mary willed herself to be used for Israel, for her LORD …
Yet she did ask, How is this to be since I have not known
A man, Aha! “Seed of woman” dispenses
With the seed of man, for that of God
Praise to the Holy Spirit, our Comforter
LORD we magnify you, glorify thy name
We are saved by faith, that begins with hearing the WORD
We can't do enough to be good; Adam showed that
The love of Jesus makes all things that are impossible, possible,
By faith in He who died on a Cross, the cursed tree
We have become children – to become co-heirs with Jesus still -
Beyond friend, as with Abraham, where we begin
Glory to God for Abraham and his obedience
Now we have surpassing access to God and Jesus
Yet, like all freedoms, this is not free ...
Were you there when My Savior hung on a Tree?
The psalmists and the poets, the singers ... know mysteries.
(c). Anil Deo, Good Friday 2017
Sweet Prince of peace conceived in love
Born Of God and the Virgin Mary
And in the light of a star bright
Angels came saying: "Behold tonight
In the city of David a savior is born
Most holy, Born of God And The
Virgin Mary
And as the Shepherds who watched
Their flock on a faraway hill came to the
Manger so quiet and still and fell to their
Knees and praised the Lord
And as they slowly left the nativity they
Went spreading the word then people did
Come from all around from the lowly to the
Three kings to see the infant Emmanuel
And they also fell to their knees and
Worshiped the Lord
Sweet prince of glory conceived in love
Born Of God and the Virgin Mary
In the ancient city of Zion
Where Heaven gave birth on Earth
And in the light of a star bright
Angels came saying: "Behold tonight
In the city of Bethlehem a savior is born
Most holy, Born of God and the Virgin Mary
2000 and something years ago we were
Given one more second chance through the
Grace of the sacred Trinity when Jesus
Was born, Born of God and the Virgin Mary
Call upon me the day the Virgin Mary had an abortion
I carried out my sentence as the birth of the apocalypse
death to a savior, save me, Lord forgive, troubled times
but no reason for reason within the sanctuary of a sinner
begin in the mind, be blind and lead others, It doesn't
matter if you land in Hell, just don't abandon your brother
it becomes sacrifice of me and mine for a temporary smile
on a childs face, so I don't waste time and take that leap of faith
and tell God to call upon me the day
the Virgin Mary had an abortion, as I am born to a saint
daughter of Mari, looked over by a fallen angel
holding tight to life, floating on destiny, I call out to the Lord
to call upon me
Sweet song of the Virgin Mary,
Most magnificent story,
Heralding salvation’s message,
Good News for the ages.
Mother of the exalted Savior,
Held in God’s greatest favor,
By Miraculous Conception,
Brought near our redemption.
Chosen by the Father above,
Unconditional pure love,
The central theme of Advent time,
Unique new paradigm.
She obeyed yet was perplexed,
As told in the holy text,
In worshipful humility,
Mary yielded graciously.
tears washed
the blood-soaked feet
of her beloved Son
In Loving Memory
Of the blessed
Virgin Mary
My sister Mary was contrary
She met a nice fellow named Harry
He tried, without a doubt
But she would not put out
Virgin Mary will never marry.
written July 20, 2021
In an old vineyard
When Jesus was just a lamb
His coat eight years old
Working with the chaste Joseph
His father and guide
As the beloved Mary
Kneeled and prayed to God
In their small and humble home
A visitor came
Golden and shining brightly
Like beams of sunlight
Shooting through the home’s window
Shooting from heaven
Shooting down from the clear heights
Mary beheld him
Thinking he was her young son
Putting off his coat
With gentleness the child said
“Where is dear Jesus
My dear brother and brave twin
I want to meet him”
Mary never responded
In fearful blindness
Thinking he was a phantom
From the lightless depths
Rather than light from the heights
She seized his right arm
And tied his arm to the foot
Of the worn, torn bed
Not wishing to scare her more
He remained at peace
Not saying a single word
During this event
Jesus held an empty branch
Observing the wood
As if it were a mirror
Soon he heard Mary
Jabbering in confusion
With tears raining down
In this dim storm of wailing
Jesus heard the words
Breaking through the whirling clouds
“A phantom has come
Dressed in golden apparel
Dressed in bright lightning
Saying “Where is dear Jesus
My twin and brother
I desire to see him”
Joseph please help me”
Only Jesus saw the light
And heard the thunder
For he had wise eyes to see
And had ears to hear
He proclaimed with holy strength
“Mother, where is he
So that I may see the light
Or should I wait here
Waiting for the bright sunlight
To break through this storm”
Jesus said these words in joy
Joseph was startled
Mary wiped away her tears
They entered the house
And found the spirit at peace
Still bound to the bed
Both the parents looked at him
Then looked at Jesus
And found them to be the same
Mary walked further
And unloosed the child angel
He bowed to Mary
He and Jesus said no words
For they were brothers
They hugged with their gentle arms
Gave a holy kiss
The angel child disappeared
For he and Jesus
Became one white pearl of light
Thus the empty branch
Bloomed with delicious almonds
Bloomed with holy life
Thus this town was sanctified
Crowned with golden, shining grace
Poem based on the account from the ancient apocryphal book The Pistis Sophia, Chapter 61.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.
Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those who are educated, stylish and sophisticated
Those who live sadly in the street corners
Those who worship the Virgin Mary
Those who mourn, pray and smile.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of Mothers
May is the month of all flowers.
Let's celebrate All Moms
Those who bathe in the pond of misery
Those who wander hopelessly the streets
Those who are discouraged and disappointed
Those who toil every day
Those who practice love
Those who need to be rescued
Those who mimic the styles of Mary
Those who kneel, sing and laugh.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all Moms
May is the month of the all mums.
Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
beautiful lily
purity and innocence
fresh life
rebirth
represents Virgin Mary
and Resurrection of Jesus Christ
I cannot claim lily
but Karen means pure
and my name is pronounced Karen
V. Virtue
I. Immaculate
R. Righteous
G. Grace
I. Innocence
N. Nativity
M. Mother
A. Angels
R. Reverence
Y. Yield
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Heavenly Mother,
How could you bear to lose your son?
I weep reliving your agony.
Born from anxiety and despair, beneath
My stomach the babe which the State
Will judge and find guilty.
To shackle, beat, enslave, and murder against
My motherly will.
Beginning with you, beloved Mother,
Inherited from mother to daughter
My damnation of motherhood.
Praying constantly unable to stop.
Perhaps my child will be spared?
As I am their mother,
There is no guarantee.
Cursed inheritance, an unbroken shackle,
Hated fate, branded into the flesh of the heavenly son.
Reborn in children who bare his image, thus branded.
The child peers over a shoulder awaiting punishment
Whether they committed a crime or not.
It matters none to the State.
Devoted Mother, how could you know
Your son was not to be the last?
Centuries after his crucifixion, children following
His death and mothers overwhelmed with agony.
The scars on soul and flesh echo over the centuries.
Fresh and deepening, your trauma’s lifespan grows.
Fracturing my heart.