Golgotha Poems - Poems about Golgotha

...A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends, No chalice held, a sacrifice untold. The Holy Week, a shroud that slowly rends, Mourning flocks, adrift from faith's secure fold. A traitor’s kiss, a frien......Read the rest...

... Walking toward His grave, the cool air nipping at my nape on this chilly Nisan morning, feeling disconsolate. The sun has just risen over the Mount of Olives, while the magnificent temple basks in ......Read the rest...

... Symbols cry in dry ice theater - the expanse of aesthetic visa- drawn- from the romance of the silvery eye - as it golden advances the lid of covenance in dynamic enzyme. Open faced t......Read the rest...

...An Anthem of Spring Evelyn Pearl Anderson The third month of the year Visions of snow leaving Green colors coming on trees; Springtime begins blooming Giving meaning to the word “spring” ......Read the rest...

...An Anthem of Spring Evelyn Pearl Anderson The third month of the year Visions of snow leaving Green colors coming on trees; Springtime begins blooming Giving meaning to the word “spring” ......Read the rest...

...Relax, count my breath up to 4 Recall how Jesus chilled on His cross Pinned like a cool butterfly Hung like a shroud on the line The crown of thorns felt fine The nails betwixt ulna and radius d......Read the rest...

...When the river of poetry has dried Like parched clouds waiting for warmth When the rain beats down on emptiness The god of rain demands to be penned I pour myself a glass of wet wine An offer......Read the rest...

...I came to you by night, O Rabbi Seeking truth and light from your words You spoke of heavenly things, O Rabbi But I could not grasp their meaning You said I must be born again, O Rabbi Of wate......Read the rest...

... *I normally don't like notes with poems but, a couple of things: I thought it would be interesting to capture the moment of Jesus' execution from the viewpoint of a non-believer. in addition, I wro......Read the rest...

...The route is long and my destination is far , The hot white sun, is beating on me ten times harder than before . I stumble and I fall, yet again I rise because the road to golgotha is wort......Read the rest...

...A goat without blemish And creepers and verming Are inserted in its mouth Then all it's orifices are bound The ancients sewed them up And it driven to the wilderness To carry away the sins of t......Read the rest...

...EVERYTHING PAINTS SEVEN... COSMIC SEVEN ! No cabalism, simply and so... Seven are the days to live ......Read the rest...

...She sailed on her tidal madness waiting on time to unravel her depths of insanity while the wave of turbulence coursed through her veins She is lost in her own odyssey pillaged by Fate she......Read the rest...

...It is no small feat to attempt to speak of the dying of our Lord who sacrificed Himself for us by a fate far worse than fire or by sword. For one as whom not qualified to write of this grea......Read the rest...

...These are my early poems, or juvenilia... alien by michael r. burch there are mornings in england when, riddled with light, the Blueberries gleam at us— plump, sweet and fragrant. but i ......Read the rest...