Rosary Poems - Poems about Rosary

The Coronation of the BVM

In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.

Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son

The Assumption of the BVM

Preserved from original sin by grace given by God,
In preparation for what she would do.
She lived to give the Father all glory praise and laud,
And in her loving care the Christ Child lived and grew.

She maintained her faith in Him even to the cross,
Always pointing out to us the Way.
Through her joys and sorrows, her

The Descent of the Holy Spirit

The risen Christ appeared to them and told them all to wait
For the promise they had heard Him speak
The coming of the Advocate, the Spirit strong and great
To strengthen them, lifting up the weak.

They waited all together just as the Lord had said,
And suddenly they heard a mighty wind.
The Spirit came like tongues of flame,

The Ascension

Taken up to heaven to sit at God’s right hand,
He sent His apostles to every man,
To teach, to preach to heal so all may understand
He died, He rose and He will come again.

He raised His hands, blessed them and rose up out of sight
Then they went forth to preach everywhere.
To tell the world about the

The Resurrection

The first day of the week, while it was still dark
She visited the tomb with a heavy heart.
How it did occur she just couldn’t say
But the stone was rolled away!

	Alleluia!  He is risen!
	Alleluia! We are saved!
	Alleluia!  He is risen!
	Alleluia! He has left the grave!

Then, John and Peter ran so that they might see.
They

The Carrying of the Cross

He carried our sins as He carried the cross.
He walked up to glory through pain and through loss.
He fell many times but got up once again
As He carried our sins.

A man from Cyrene they had pulled from the crowd,
Who wished not to help, who protested aloud.
But in the end took up the cross of our

The Crowning with Thorns

Condemned to die, beaten and torn.
Upon His head a crown made of thorns.
Upon His back they placed a purple cloak
Treating all this as just a joke.

And what they said in mockery,
We repeat in all sincerity,
Hail to our King! 
Crowned with glory!
Hail to our King!
Robed in majesty!
Hail to our King!
Fall down upon your knee!
Hail to our

The Scourging at the Pillar

Betrayed and arrested, the verdict is death.
Pilate tried to resist but gave in.
As surely as life ends without any breath,
So, we now see the wages of sin.
Beaten and scourged now, He stood before all
Pilate gave up the urge to set free
And convicted the King and the Savior of all
To a death of great agony.

	Now we

The Agony in the Garden

Down in a garden called Gethsemane
Did Jesus pray alone in agony.
He knew quite well what He was called to do
He said to God He that would see it through.
As Peter, James and John all lay nearby.
They couldn’t stay awake although they tried.
So, in a sense, our Savior was alone
To face the greatest darkness He had

WHEN RELIGION BECOMES YOUR OPIUM

WHEN RELIGION BECOMES 
YOUR OPIUM 

When religion becomes your 
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn 
to mosque then lie in fever flu 
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards 
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying

You chant morning to night
wrapped in dirty linen blights 
mantras channelled centuries 
ago resin rosary threadbare
kitabs torn, curtains undrawn
biscuits

Secret of the Rosary

Offer roses for any needs-- bloomed rosebuds from prayed rosary beads. 
A poor holy soul reposes-- from our Little Crown of Roses. 
We must pray a whole rose garden, to help sinners' hearts not harden! 
And keep in our hearts the pure priest, with white roses of prayer increased. 
Plus don't forget the Chaplet too,

Rosary of Tears

Oh that I had wings
like a dove!
for then would I fly away,
and be at rest.
~Psalm 55:6

Lord, I swore not to weep,
yet here in the darkness
that precedes sleep
I find them~
regret, grief, anger, relief~
rivers down my cheek.


For: BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
November 8, 2021

Coral Rosary

Our growing children feel trapped
compare themselves to piers
prematurely leaving
a natural thing

life batters them about
like a cat on a grouse
they retreat to a mental cay
they once called home
patching wings
with fear and self pity
plotting another escape

seasons go by and by
they've grown plump -complacent-  
thinking they're ready for another foray
mistakes of the pin feathered past 
their unacknowledged

Her Rosary Beads

I remember the click click jangle jangle of her rummage . Oh 
 what a beautiful mess it was as she plucked out a red rosary
 for me hold. "Here this one is for you " she said as we settled 
 in to begin our prayers to Mary. In that little makeshift room 

The Promises of Praying the Rosary

The following promises were given of the Blessed Mother to Saint Dominic and Blessed Alan in the twelfth century
These promises are fifteen in number
and are for Christians who recite the Rosary.  
The Blessed Mother promises:

1.	Whoever shall faithfully serve me by the recitation of the Rosary, shall receive signal graces.

2.	I promise my special protection
d the

• Short Rosary Poems
• Famous Rosary Poems
• Best Rosary Poems
• Read Rosary Poems
• Long Rosary Poems
• Rosary Quotes