Rosary Poems | Examples

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 gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.

The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.

The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.

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 glories and her loss,
We see an example of how to live each day.

The little handmaid of the Lord, great things are done for her,
So, we lay our worries by her side.
In her intercession, our confidence is sure.
For she points us to God, she is our certain guide.

	Finally, the Virgin, preserved from every sin,
	When the course of her earthly life was done,
	Was taken into heaven, assumed body and soul,
	That she might be conformed even closer to her Son.

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, resting on each head
And they knew that their mission should begin.

They went out to the people, to preach, to teach the Word.
And everyone who listened was amazed.
Though all from different places, each their language heard,
As Peter and the Twelve cried out God’s praise.

“Repent,” did Peter say, “and be baptized, everyone
In the name of Christ who forgives sins.”
Repent and then believe for He is God’s only Son.
Let all creation cry out an amen!

	Come Holy Spirit! Descend upon us!
	Come Holy Spirit from above!
	Come Holy Spirit, the truth in which we trust!
	Come fill our hearts with your love!

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 Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Life,
That when He comes we won’t be unaware.

“Therefore,” He told them, “go. Make disciples of all men.
For every power has been given me.
In the name of the Father, Son and Spirit, baptize them.
Teach them that all might come to believe.”

	He died and He arose and ascended into heaven.
	But He didn’t just leave us behind,
	He promised to be with us for ever and ever,
	Until the end of time… Until the end of time.

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 went to the tomb and then they believed.
Returning to the rest so that they could share
How the Lord, He was not there!

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

An angel in the tomb, to the men he said,
“Why do you seek the living among the dead?
For He is not here but He has been raised.”
The Lord’s name be praised!

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

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 Lord
And carried it forward.

A large crowd of people, women who cried
As they watched the Savior go forward to die.
They followed along, lamented and mourned
For the pain of the Lord.

He took up the cross, was prodded and pulled
On the way to Golgotha, the place of the skull.
Where He would do what He was born to do
For me and for you.

Take up your cross and follow Him.
Die to yourself and be born again.
Take up your cross and follow Him.

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 King!

They stripped Him bare, His wounds all could see.
Then knelt before Him in mockery.
A crown of thorns and a royal purple cloak.
To these men it was 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 King!

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, and Consecration prayers renew...

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 ballast

just outside the breakers
a final glimpse of a patched wing
skimming just above dorsal finned prayers
a salty spray engulfs the heart of the cay
the gulls are screaming   

the gulls are screaming

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 
 she called a chapel we prayed by early morning, making Saturdays blessed with the warm glow of prayer. 
 Back then she didn't have so much gray in her hair and her body wasn't ravaged by time. She was strong, vibrant, a challenger of life itself. Straight as an arrow she never fudged it up for me, she told it like it was. . That little chapel held secrets only God could ever speak of. Truth be told, I miss that little chapel. I miss my mom. I long for another day with her and the jangled up mess of rosaries that said, we got Faith. 

Most of all I miss that neutral scent that said, "I'm always here. " Endearing words were not needed back then, I knew I was loved. Today her absence shouts louder then her presence ever did. 
 I look out a window and remember my every day life with her.
 My how the years have flown. I recall that precious mother that was once here, and I smile.

Rosary

ROSARY
Off the North Atlantic Ocean
it's a cold wind a' blowin,
and a rubescent a'glowin 
from the rocks by the sea.
There's a lass and she's been playin
with the thought of her not stayin
in her life--and she's cryin', 
as she does her rosary.

Keepin count with her prayers,
every mystery of Jesus on her mind,
but she wants not to be leavin', 
if she'd never ever seen
just a little bit of reason, j
ust a little love to find.

Off the North Atlantic Ocean
she could see where she's a'goin,
from the Bloody Foreland's rocky coast, 
and down into the sea,
every prayer she's a'breathin
tells her why she's a'leavin'
from her life. That she's dyin', 
as she does her rosary.

Keepin count with her prayers,
every mystery of Jesus calls her on,
and she wants to believe Him, 
in her time of greatest need,
But this Celtic girl is too far gone. 
Too far gone.
          © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Rosary

Here I see
What may be


Words now come
In clear psalm


Beads I hold
Cheer moves bold


Feel thoughts rhyme
Here in time


Word by word
Love is heard


Poise of voice
In crisp choice


Faith and hope
Love sculpts scope


Joy floods cheer
Now and here


In calm sigh
Mantra high


I sense truth
Move deep proof


A new light
Floods fine sight


Now I pray
Soul funds way


God is good
Prize fond moods


Find my way
Live this day


Thank you God:
Lord I laud




Leon Enriquez
13 July 2017
Singapore

Rosary Beads

She holds tight her Rosery beads
Kneeling down amongst all the weeds
Hoping they don't go to seed 
Praying for relief

Mumbling in monotone 
Knowing she is not alone
In the heart of the Father at home
Even rocks groan

Sorrow builds itself a nest
Justly in its righteousness 
How much more can she take of this
World where ignorance is bliss

Hangs with the sinners and saints
Who's who is at times hard to say
No need to give it away
Where there will come a day

But until that day comes
Refuses to go totally numb
To much truth in her soul to play dumb
With the beads she'll tightly hold on

Rosary Beads On a Gravel Road

Once, I was trapped behind a dump truck.
It moved like a slug with black lung.
Belched an awful noise. 
Tossing gravel like a widower tosses tears...
Every time a piece struck my grill.
I'd wince and duck like a stray dog cowering.
Before a steel toed world.
I said a little pray for my 10-year-old car.

It was a long road but it was finally over. 
The belching ceased.
The devil truck going one way I the other.
A pretty sunset was underway...

The next morning, I checked for damage.
A few chips and some small scrapes. 
I slowly straightened up.
The moment felt quite blessed. 
and I smiled.

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