Crosses Poems - Poems about Crosses

...An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim who loves the pul......Read the rest...

...Rural Sunday I sat on a milk ramp by a road that has not suffered the indignity to be covered in a black trickle  Sunday! the sky was eternally blue I could standing up, see the sea the water......Read the rest...

...Within this ink is a taste so bitter Warn you though I am no quitter I don't follow fake pomp and glitter Find within me a devotion emitter The crosses your bearing, I was for her there l......Read the rest...

...I want to write something beautiful for you How can when all I am is ugly? Grab a mirror just to be sure Reflecting sunsets and puppies Can something common be bonny? It is only in your eyes I a......Read the rest...

...The smell of fresh baked cakes keeps floating in the air and daylight burst through the sky spilling coffee latte on the roof and I stood still inside and watch the cream drips slowly from the ceilin......Read the rest...

...I am cold and I drive myself away From a grave made of clay With yellow-colored edges, And the earth as its lid. I am cursed to accept myself... A ghost with eyes and bones, I am walking wea......Read the rest...

... Something eats away at him buries the past, blurs the future grabs the soul and won’t let go But what is it, pray tell clinging to the bottom of his being… C......Read the rest...

...beak of the plague mask lest I smell your rotting bodies strewn I smell your crosses daub your doors I smell your corpses pile your carts I smell your fires flame your dead I......Read the rest...

...Birds stop singing That summer spring morn The Son of God His head forlorn No need to tremble The gardens scene With men and angels For friends look mean Come they say see The simple man Hands togeth......Read the rest...

...This morning I walked in Fryent Country Park It is a lovely place, magnetic space, I got my vein Walking on paths, green views, watching the land This is where my life opened up, yes my life has......Read the rest...

...Interview – 3-21-24 For Paddy Ch. Quick as a Wink 6/26/2010 – 3/8/24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Interview With the Irish Wind Wind from the heart of Eire, come abide with me for......Read the rest...

...I would like to be twelve million kilometers away From this stupid town, I’d like to be in Minnesota, To burn all my poems in your hungry eyes, I want to get away from those raptors that steal my ......Read the rest...

...Inoculate… this infectious night fullest pathogen born in cold and deepest hour heedless held in palm endow crosses shadow lowly hill flick across my brow… ......Read the rest...

...Life and Death in two separated clusters, Klimt draws conflicts. The serenity of his cycle of life is bright in pure color, he depicts. A modern dance of death, yet he offers pause in what ......Read the rest...

... The God Behind the Curtain By Mark D. Stucky Curtains sometimes keep apart things that need connecting and conceal things that, in their time, need uncovering. “Pay ......Read the rest...