Cross(A) Poems | Examples

Killick

As I hanker for anchor the anchor reveals as a w****r,
a slow-killing killick, seaman of souls,

breathlessly seeping semen like sea foam.
A sea pearl abandoned, adrift, unsure of shore,

unmoored, ropes hauling me back from the edge, the brink,
as I sink into drink, malleable mollusc, spilling lifeblood as ink.

Dropped like an anchor, his charm thirty pieces of silver -
coins tossed into water, a tarnishing glimmer.

Words that once anchored now sea-snaky snares,
sneaky wave snares drifting unseen in smothering depths.

Knife strikes of sea-light,
the knife sliding in between lives,

shucking and shocking and shattering shells.
The gathering gloom of gulls

pecking at entrails, grim pickings of scraps thrown out.
His anchor of words echoing, empty, emptied of empathy.

His weighty cross a stone around the neck,
holding my head under sea-sighs and drowning

dissolving white lilies of sea foam;
receding waves waving a final goodbye.

infinitely intertwined hiku

two individuals
finally cross a threshold
in a black hole love.

The Voice of the Rainbow

"The Voice of the Rainbow"

A voice like thunder, forged in flame,
He rose from shadows, carved his name.
From Elf to Rainbow’s crimson skies,
To Sabbath's dark and mournful cries.

A silver cross, a devil’s horn,
He sang of dragons, dreams, and scorn.
In lands where starlight kissed the blade,
His words were spells the gods obeyed.

Small in frame, but giant soul,
He bore the weight of metal's role.
A bard, a knight, a sacred flame,
The stage, his kingdom—song, his claim.

The "Man on the Silver Mountain" climbed,
With every note, our hearts he mined.
He sang of evil, love, and lore,
And left us craving evermore.

Gone too soon, but never still—
His echo roams the vale and hill.
For every outcast, dreamer, seer,
Dio’s voice is ever near.

So raise the horns, and let them fly—
A tribute to the starry sky.
The magic lives, it shall not die—
Ronnie rides the rainbow high.

burial borne

on ship’s voyage cosmos-deep
          a captain’s life was laid to sleep
               wrapped in linen mummy-style
     and thrown into the stellar keep

he floated on in endless black
          ‘tween the stars and ev’ry lack
               old, as much the void he swam
     ‘cross a vault of night and back

what of life had this one known
          had he thrived or barely grown
               was he one of true love’s shills
     cold as now so lost and lone

years spun into thousands more
          through galactic breadths he tore
               darkened matter - cosmic dusts
     bound for some unceasing shore

what would e’er become of this
          a spacer shorn of life’s dear kiss
               drifting through the sea of suns
     unto the breach of time’s abyss

might he, in some age from now
          be set back to breath somehow
               by the brain of some grand race
     advanced with tech to thus allow

oh should he end up on that path
          what wonders will his being hath
               to sail those stars and live again …
     no greater last of all, that laugh!

I Let You Go to Save Us

We stopped laughing the way we used to do,
 The “I love you’s” started feeling untrue.
 I saw the cracks before they spread too wide,
 So I broke my own heart — just to protect your side.
I watched us fade while screaming inside,
 Like drowning slow with no place to hide.
 So I shattered the world we built with care,
 Just to save the pieces still left there.
But now the silence cuts like jagged glass,
A hollow echo of a love that couldn't last.
The ghost of us haunts every empty room,
A lingering shadow of impending doom. 
I carry the weight of all we've lost,
A heavy cross, a bitter cost.
Your absence is a ache I can't erase,
A permanent ache I can’t replace. 
And in the dark, I wonder if you feel,
The ache that’s real, the wounds that heal.
Or are you gone, just a distant star,
Fading further, leaving scars? 
I wish I could undo the pain,
Unwrite the past, break free from the chain.
But love, it’s brutal, it’s raw, it’s true—
And sometimes, we just can’t make it through.
So I did what was needed to do.

Lovely Little Blue Bird

“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet

Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful, 
With songs mellifluous and melodious.

You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.

With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek. 

You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.

Who Cares About a Title

Insurance took my therapy away
Can't cross a busy street without help
Have severe post-traumatic stress
All I can do right now is write
Struggle to sleep at night
I feel so lonely
No one to trust
Low income
People
Starve

My Tattoos

My skin tells a tale, no shame, no regret/
Ink etched in darkness, paths firmly set/
Each mark a whisper, Occult and profound/
Symbols of magic, where shadows abound/
The inverted cross, a forearm's creed/
A testament to journey, to spirit and need/
Commanding respect, not of gangster lore/
But ancient rites, that my soul explores/
A clean life I walk, sober, legit/
No chains of vice, no shame to admit/
Perhaps I'm one of a few, rare in my kind/
Tattoos of the night, with a disciplined mind/
Celebrity or not, it's not what I claim/
But through the ink flows my spiritual flame/
Proud of my canvas, a map of my quest/
My tattoos are my armor, my silent confess/

POEM FOR L M

I must have come too close to tearing the veil from your eyes
To have asked you to cross a bridge
When  the distance was greater than either of us imagined
Now I wait on the other side listening to sparrows and doves
But the truth is; I hear only silence
Your heart beating someplace
That I'll never find

Where Are The Statesmen and Women?

(written by Ila Farrar-DiMino)

Where are citizens echoing
"Give me liberty, or give me death"?

Where is a statesman whose wisdom and courage
could cross a frozen Delaware to save an army and 
a nation?

One declaring his signature boldly so a despot
was certain to see it?

Where is a statesman or woman whose integrity guides
his or her motives?

One who legislates for the National well-being, and not
for selfish personal gain?

Where is the statesman who lives and voices the spirit
of "This Hallowed Ground"?

Stands firm, placing honor before money and power?

Where is the statesman who lives by the principal "Of the
people, by the people, and for the people"?

One whose honor states "I don't agree with you, but I will
defend your right to say it!"?

God, give us statesmen!

Flying Just Off The Ground

It took me years of training
to move my legs like this,
gliding over the granular
on long feet with curved width,
to make my legs flail left and right,
my upper half stock-still,
balancing and countering
so I won’t take a spill,
I’m going about forty-five,
but I’ve got no steel cage,
just long blades cutting through the white,
so long as it behaves.
Gravity is now my plaything,
as much as I am hers,
cross a mile in two minutes,
a small grace I have earned,
the blur of speed makes its own wind,
downs out the weaker noise,
just a fast bubble around me,
that calmness I enjoy.
Gray mercury says twenty-three,
but I don’t feel a thing,
you really only note the chill
when you have stopped moving,
my weight becomes a shifting ball,
it flows, then it slams home,
at other times it’s zero-G,
a feeling few have known.
Winter-brown trees are flashing past,
guiding the broad, white trail,
they remain still, branches don’t wave,
this time I am the gale,
it’s rare to find a day like this,
where crowds don’t slow you down,
when you can streak across the snow,
flying just off the ground.

Winter Girl

My winter girl
Forever filled with light on darker days
And my mind sees your hand in mine
Before we cross a parking lot
In the mud and the snow
With a constant sense of purpose
To always do the thing
That needs to be done
Before we lose the day
And that look that always knows me
In all the ways the world doesn’t know
Just breaks away the cold
Like your mother's fever
On the day that you were born
Still lives inside your bones
And warms the world
My winter girl

River Running

You cannot see or hear
the river moving
but you know that reality slides.

The fog fills your ears,
and unlike the river, it drowns itself.

There's a lane that
leads up from the valley into sunlight.

When you get
to where you can look back,
the river has turned beyond a hill.
Damp boots creak
as you cross a road bridge.

The sky has surfaced with no memory.
The river rolls on somewhere
still dreaming,
still sliding.

Thrown Memoirs of Soul Mates

The old cypress steadily marks my walk 
where trembling birds roost under misty rain, 
As I pause along a white-stoned port shrouded by tangled album of littered memories:
 Gentle this breath the breeze upon a heaving chest 
While furrowed leaves stoop on this marsh:

Somehow, my hands  threw the folder of memoirs into a bin ...
Breaths lingering deep to caress edges, that only winds understood my twin- soul gone. 
Then in a whim, a stranger picked the folio, handing it to me
just before the stars faded on my prayers :
Now, I stride down the lane to cross a wooden bridge 
Until arms of ocean below my
throbbing feet
 Carry scenes and vignettes of a distant place only known to us...
In hindsight, the poems I scribbled within torn pages gave birth 
to a new exposure on twin hearts,
of soul mates  hiding
among serendipitous spaces
Flushed ashore like a mesh of ocean waves ,

only to understand we are like water
flowing, cascading in a universe of
 not- knowing.

My God

I prayed to Thee,
For mine eyes to see,
Thy ever constant presence
On every creation. 

This eyes to see no hate,
Blanketed by grace,
With heart full of love,
Only to give.

I prayed for this heart
Though bruised and hurt
Broken and fragile
To keep loving.

I prayed this life I live,
Be a sacrifice unto thee
To keep praising Thee,
As long as I breathe.

Defiled, broken, shattered 
Faced with storm
Yet my soul shall praise
For You are faithful.

My Lord, Your love heals me.
Your faithfulness I rely,
In You only 
Alone I have my being.

My Lord, My God
Even in my storm 
I shall praise You!
This all blessings in disguise.

My cross, a lease to keep me bound to You
That I may not stray away from You
This is my blessing and honour 
That You God Almighty chose to see me. 

Therefore when My worries drown me
And compels me for life force to leave me
Remind me this, I only have this life 
To Praise You and live for You.
 Remind me I'm Yours!

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