Deposition Poems - Poems about Deposition

Do not snatch away the clouds in disdain. The snowy peaks were burning. If you do not run with the moon, I will not blink. Unclosing the chapter a chill develops when a harbinger of mayhem – comes to my house. A graphic testimony will give you the details- of disintegrating sheen. The Neanderthal man used to make a flute from the bird bone. Satish Verma...

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A downy clay near fingertips. I ascend light to meet darkness. An ambush memory. Remember your name ? No, I don’t know me. Gambler raises the stakes to win his dirt from golden nails. Satish Verma...

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Alter ego you Assailed shall laugh in the end For refracted light The mirror unveils The face, the face unveils the heart Love unveils the man Let them twin us wrong I dance the rhythm not the song Mirrors feast on light. Let us love us still As one, and to one be true Surrendered in will....

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We poor amateurs Scour the gutter where words Make overtures At our hearts. Not me I hold each tresspasser For ransom And set each to earn A new wage in meaning, For they will tell The story that I say Subtle as if to play But authentic The veil of life to tear away And then t melt as clay. I enter the fortress of mountains I sing from the abyss...

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The Deposition by Michelangelo He could not stop once he began the work Of shaping a most painful scene in stone For the whole world to see and remember Hoping they will feel what he felt so strong Jesus, His life offered as sacrifice Sorrow filled eyes of those who had been there Haunting dreams invading his sleep at night Feeling deep inside,...

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Slumbering downward Our temporay light. Interwoven like doubts in dreams are we Faces, finished and unfinished, in the glorious fright Of art and its truth; death and rebirth; Of heavy flesh And shifting winds. The Deposition May arise from within....

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What deepest sorrows, heavies a man soul? So heavy be his body that his last strength; mind, soft, wet and young, covered by aged flesh, physical pain could not penetrate, unless permitted. But o, how thou go against thy emotional threat; so strong, it need not a blade to stab deeply in one's heart, stay in one's memory and linger...

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A descending virgin makes his final sigh As crystalline flesh bleeds on sinful hands Innocent blood flowing through marble veins Impurities haunt Mary’s character again As Crystalline flesh bleeds on sinful hands The spirit of sacrifice entombed in a metamorphic cocoon Impurities haunt Mary’s character again Michelangelo abandons her righteous heart The spirit of sacrifice entombed in a metamorphic cocoon Everlasting life living...

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The Deposition The love God gives remains unbound. Jesus of Nazareth came down. Everlasting, His love abounds. Deliverer and Redeemer: crucified, He died. Eternal sacrifice, His perfect life tried. Painfully executed, giving no retort to their lies. Omnipotent creator, teacher, and revelator Righteous, He lived, and died; over sin the victor. Incomprehensible pain He, for us bore. Two women,...

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Ode to Michelangelo’s “The Deposition” O divine light You have cast shadows upon the eyes of Him And they have warranted His blood. His hands maimed from hate or duty His fingers curl from wretched pain. I who have Loved Him Carry His burden it is not heavy. Love has no weight Love sees divine Do we hide our sorrow Do we hide from those Who...

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Oh Michelangelo the high master. Your marble masterpiece. In sweet Florence resides. Beneath the great red dome thou liest. See how the Son of the most High. Died for all of us. And fallen, rested in the caring arms. Of the Magdalene and the Holy mother. Your face is seen beneath the hood. Of Nicodemus, a man of great good. Yet unsatisfied with less than...

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