Crucifix Poems - Poems about Crucifix

...There was headspace for thinking, but the roof sagged low, it restricted imagination. Rooms stacked on rooms, all boxed in. The only way to hear any other part of himself was to drill holes,......Read the rest...

... God's garden-fracture Crucifix ~ Trump's holy cost Benny's nuke' testes¹ ____________________ Notes: Remind the Houthis' and any others who ......Read the rest...

...You were brought in at a special time to stop a situation from growing wild, there was chaos everywhere and the multitude began to fear, and your ingenuity and strategy brought back the global stabil......Read the rest...

...Compassion Fatigue Resentment looks a lot like Narcan in a sharp and feels like it’s forcing out my will. I grab them both; Naloxone and the tarp, the outcome undetermined by my skill. Same gu......Read the rest...

...A time to rake; to search embers, to pore over resurrected, fire-damaged relics. On an ancient shore driftwood, fagots, and reeds are heaped up onto a pyre of time. After the fire there is ......Read the rest...

...When death had nestled, a lady overwhelmed by sleep, Between the chasms of my being, like a butterfly in a cocoon, I embraced her to my chest that whispered seraphic tales, And I heard the r......Read the rest...

...You have been walking on that ground since you were a child and you still have not examined the broken lines, you have been playing on that field since you start crawling on your knees and still you ......Read the rest...

...When I plumb the depths of my throbbing heart All great moments before my eyes dart The good and bad ones I lived through The sweet and sour moments, quite a few. Life can’t always......Read the rest...

...Have A Great Golf Game My belief in God is as firm as it can get Rains down from heaven so I will be wet With all His love along with very being On golf course when off He is teeing. With Go......Read the rest...

...Hazarding a guess he holds onto his inner rake like a shining crucifix raking leaves in his Autumn years he considers poetry keeping bees in their hives is just as sweet as honey a joy to conv......Read the rest...

...Dad is out back, speaking to his swedes and turnips. He only grows tubers, root vegetables, that I sullenly refuse to eat. There is one flower a Passionflower, 'Passiflora Incarnate' that c......Read the rest...

... The wooden floor wore decades of dust. Near the doorway brooms grew out of a fire bucket and bloomed in an odd array of heads. A pile of coir mats lay stacked in a wheelbarrow, all choru......Read the rest...

...A time to rake; to search embers, for fingerprints and the scorched optics of the scattered and blind. After the violence, fagots, and reeds are heaped up into pyres, but first the sorting, t......Read the rest...

...Death walks around like thief in the night looking for someone to start a fight; it knocks on every door with an AK47 rifle in its hand and a barrage of bullets in a container strapped to the carrier......Read the rest...

...I want to have a go at the retail business but I just don’t know where to begin, I have the concept planted in my head and a plan that runs on a straight line leading from main to the divine. The......Read the rest...