Short Crown Of Thorns Poems
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Notre Dame erupted in fire
Ghosts gasped in the funeral pyre
For the Devil's horns
Are the Crown of Thorns
Held fast by an angelic choir
Our ^/ c r o w n s \^ of horn's gore
Ones w e bore, he must now bear
Crown of Thorns, p l a c e d bare
dogwood blooms open
revealing the cross Christ bore
center crown of thorns
nail dents on petals
edge of petals is blood-stained
glorious Easter
March 28, 2021
In Purple cloak and crown of thorns
The soldiers mocked Him majesty, but
Jesus died for you and me
The high priest charged
Him with blasphemy
He will return for all to see, thus
Bring the sweet reward of eternity
Wicked weavers weaved
Sharp thorns into a crown
Meant for all who frown
Where sin is conceived.
O you anointed head
Do not fear that crown
Though it may pain now
The sheep leave not unfed.
(Read John 15:19-21)
Heaven and Hell:
Rot in the ground
Eternal salvation:
Live with no bound
Heavenly father and Lucifer below:
Walk your own path, put on your own show
Crown of thorns and Holy Grail:
Facts and theorems
Which will prevail?
Form:
A crown of thorns it had to be
He cried out in anguish from that tree
No one would listen, no one cared
Then John said brother please be still
Your Father in heaven for you awaits
You mean the world and more to Him
God said for You, My Son, I'll wait
Martyr or devil?
To be denied all salvation?
I decline,
That thin white line is one I wish not,
To cross,
Despite the beauty burning on the other side,
Petrified,
Of that which is unknown?
I look upon the crown of thorns the radiant light,
I know my rest is eternal.
Whenever I have a headache
I think of Jesus and his crown
of thorns…
Can’t imagine the pain, he must
have endured, from the thorns
digging into His flesh…
So whenever you, think your head
hurts badly, think of Jesus
and His Crown of Thorns…
By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004
You’ve got the how but not the why,
from heaven so ordained
For that one moment under God,
times fugitive proclaimed
You want to know the reasons past,
but not those left to find
A crown of thorns and peasant robe
—serve only to remind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Healing for Sara K
Mans picture of the Lord,
we have no other kind,
i use the suffering one,
the crown of thorns unkind,
see it in your eye of mind,
in kindness i ask it too,
Sara's back to be healed, unwind
any suffering she had to do,
Lord that's all i ask of you...
Don
Soulless they say,
stupid, obnoxious.
What do I feel,
when I look at his crown of thorns?
What do I think,
about innocent baby born?
About his seven external signs,
which give us graces of their own.
As animal, the dog
at his tabernacle,
the sacred sense I feel,
for me, he is the mankind's king.
Crown of thorns for the Prince of Peace
Pure as newborn can calm raging seas
By His holy stripes we are cleansed healed
Giving His life that the prophecy be fulfilled
Open to sinners and saints all who bow
In their mind and hearts that amber allow
Blessed and confessed how He saved me
Seek and find Him divine come and see
The passion,
A struggle for the inner soul,
A yearning for a relationship,
Showing only tender affection,
Forgives the abomination of our scorn,
And takes our taste of hell,
For a life to cherish,
In an attempt to save,
Which too often only causes bamboozle,
But when accepted,
The crown of thorns bursts into bloom,
And the flame never dies.
Silly boy;
Don't you know you should be fearful of the girl who wears another person's hair on their scalp,
Don't you know that she can wear your skin on her teeth and take pictures of it?
Aren't you afraid of the girl with a crown of thorns around her head,
Don't you know a halo is made of light?
Silly boy;
Why must you be so careless?
F..reely He gave His life for all,
O..bedience to the Fathers call.
R..esurrected in three short days,
G..loriously, He followed His Fathers ways.
I..nscription upon the cross, King of Jews is what it read,
V..iolated with a crown of thorns upon His head.
E..ven unto His violent death,
S..eeking forgiveness for all as He drew His final breath.
Form:
My wilted, rotten, Rose bouquet –My veil, a crown of thorns.
As dowry to me Master gave a tail to match my horns…
and promised me the one to rule would be but my firstborn.
So something borrowed, something blue my broken Heart becomes.
Now I with sorrow say ‘I do’ to love but only one…
the one of which I stand before with Dreading Dress undone.
does the skin I wear define me?
peel it back and look in, divinely
split open my skin and alter my bones
pin me to a cross, place on a crown of thorns
let me ask again, does the skin I wear define me?
is it simply a cover, or does it speak silently?
one may say no, one may say yes
but is it the vessel or the soul that we dress?
What of the tears, the cold, the gloom,
Amongst the ears of a silent room.
I sat alone, I wrote, I pondered,
How my life had so far wandered.
So off track, errant, upended--
No fruit in the garden that I’ve tended.
Depressed, a mess, seldom fed--
The crown of thorns is on my head.
Beneath the tears, a calm, a bliss.
I am not afraid of the abyss.
Shards of tears
engrave memories
like a tattered glass
recalling years scarred by desire.
she went mountain climbing
too high, gasped, got
wedged like a pinched rose
then hoisted by a fish hook in the jaw.
he did 60 pills in 60 days
still uncured, he grabbed a feather
tickled a powder keg
and exploded.
this marriage was a crown of thorns.
awaken early dawn
while
i
go to tell the storm
sing the birds of thorns
thorn birds this time
i
know
when
i
hear their mating calls
and
thorn birds build their nests
with so much clarity young born
while
sweet Jesus walked beyond the dead
with the crown of thorns, and blood
dripping down his head
still, the crown of thorns rests upon Jesus’ head
Where tears are all she knew,
and from this day forward she flew..
to be no more; she mourns
simple white roses,
tangled and torn
in her golden hair that poses
her crown of thorns
bloodstains that disclosures
her angelica face of bedlam dreams
so torn to be free, oh so free
angels fall sometimes even cry
and maybe just maybe angels die....
Brooke Dylan 2014
Cloning the emperor,
assuming the throne
knighted impostor,
unregally grown
With hell for a kingdom,
his scepter ignites
flames burning memory,
a mirror’s delight
The queen held for ransom,
a prince in his bed
jester on fire,
all subjects rebled
A rival approaches,
the bishop a swan
his guillotine royal
—beheaded in song
(Beaupre: November, 2021)
Red rose petals in the wind
Falling gently to the ground
tainting red God’s blessed earth
Darkness descends all around
Cries of anguish pain and sorrow
A mother’s heart bleeds for her son
Bound and nailed to a tree
bruised and weakened, just for me
Crown of thorns that I should bear
Pierce the head of one so dear
releasing me from pain of sin
to live and love , one with Him.
she always smiles at me
when we meet
once our eyes locked
I saw what was on the inside
pain and hurt
broken dreams
and a broken heart
we all wear crowns
of thorns
tomorrow
I'll make her smile
reach to her
around the broken dreams
under her broken heart
give her love
make the damn pain
and hurt go away
at least for alitte while
if I'm careful
I willn't get hurt
by her crown of thorns