Church Bell Poems - Poems about Church Bell

The bell in anger thunders at the morn The faithful lay in bed asleep in dreams Believing they’re awake and seeing Christ Despite the bell in church in anger calls The trumpet breaks apart the sky in light In glory it awakes the sleeper...

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The church bell rang with deep love on the day that we wed. But, in dreams it is a "hammer" too loud- ringing and ringing endlessly. I kiss stone as church bells weep of vanished love. _________________ June 22, 2021 Poetry/Free Verse/Church Bell Copyright Protected, ID 06-1366-075-22 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Ring My Bell sponsor, John Anderson, Judged 07/07/2021 Tenth Place...

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the old church bell rang then in the empty chapel silent voices sang...

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morning wakes up with me, golden sunshine spraying fresh white roses littered at the terrace window glasses lit by smiling sun cocks crowing cooing church bell rings, sermon calling mamas caring, little ones on them and we running along to meet the master's call church bell rings!, choirs chanting heavenly blues of hallelujah sings preacher's sermon knocking silently the door of our heart softly entering the...

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On my walk a church bell rings in the distance- somewhere a blackbird sings a rustle as wildlife scurries a bright sun- in a cloudless sky rolling hills beneath me fields that are green I relish natures wonders all the world smells sweet fragrance of the cows on yonder field but, I journey to the city and home again I think I may go back and visit...

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Three blocks away a church bell from my parish always calls Pleading for my soul as the statues of Mary hang within the church's walls I visualize the sculptured faces and count the clapper’s swings I almost hear my name in the rhythm as the bell rings Lying in my bed the guilt tries to pull down the sheet My...

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I live in a quiet country village now but as a child I grew up as part of a mining community . This is my tribute to those wonderful people. Slag heap as high as a mountain Cobbled streets covered in grime Every time the heavens open Gutters turn to rivers of slime. Terraced houses of depression Broken men gasp...

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Church bell rings sounds sweet Rising Sun shines with bright beams ...

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