Short Crucifixion Poems
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The Crucifixion
By: Tom
2/16/2020
Jesus said I thirst,
given vinegar to drink.
Then said It’s finished
If Jesus died for all our sins
it would be rude to not give in
here's a little teaser
with his Crucifixion holes
could Jesus catch a Malteser
The nails that pierce Your body my Lord are forged by the sins of unrepentant humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 April 2017
They
hung him
on a tree-
this day set me
free
Crucifixion by Mathew Grunewald Isenheim Altar piece
http://www.bible-archaeology.info/crucifixion.htm
Affection
Elation
Compulsion
Obsession
Confession
Rejection
Dejection
Depression
Medication
Addiction
Humiliation
Conviction
Crucifixion
Salvation
Jubilation!
Incarnated as a man
His father's love to us brought
Crucifixion his reward,
Heavenly Glory!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 April 2017
White linen ripped by those
Gambling.
Wrists straining against the nail
Eyes moist with blood untainted
Loving all those around him
Forgiving
As He died.
Holy week,
another chance to torment
those who seek redemption.
Hang your cross of Jesus on the wall
( a double execution)
as if crucifixion was not enough.
Form:
crucifixion
is coming in
a seasonal belief
of an unfolding
story of separation..
the lenten question
is whether the
belief survives
another crucifixion...
criticized by wise
it's totally flattering
is stimulating ...
but by ignorant,
is execration cursing,
is crucifixion ...
Till now I do not know,
purity of human mind and actions.
Signature is printed mistake.
Oath is a verbal crucifixion.
Promise is a postponed lie.
Truth is the talk of cowards
What we will know about Jesus's crucifixion,
To us was always true fact and never fiction;
With much disdain;
Suffering and pain,
That had really been result of much friction.
Jim Horn
Crimson king of freedom
Wise men, fill your coffers with gold
Decorate your crucifixion with diamonds
The sight of sacrifice ordained with sin
Vanity raging rampant
© Samir Georges
2008
Our sins, sweet Jesus,
Forged nails to crucify you
Became
Yet
Your divine blood,
Away washed, all humanity’s
Shame!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 MARCH 2015
Mainz Matthias Grunewalde
engineer & artist of days of old
His painting distorted scale
but created a religious tale*
*https://www.christiancentury.org/article/crucifixion-matthias-gr%C3%BCnewald
Crucifixion
Heaven-bound
Resurrection
Immortal
Savant
Transcending
Messiah
Avatar
Savior
Tranquility
Redeemer
Empyrean
Ethereal
~Contest: Christmas Poetry
~Sponsor: Bobby May.
centre of both palms
and soles of our feet
are subjected to bliss burns
by searing magnetic heat
it feels like crucifixion
ethereal nails driven through
yet enlivened spine signals
God’s blessings accrue
How to endure
This infatuation
When the touch of your hand
Is crucifixion
And every glance
Enflames my soul
Yet better this than a
Conflagration
And all hope’s embers
Growing cold.
Steve W, 2019
Form:
Of all the birds, both foul and fair,
You stubbornly refused to wear
Full mourning at the Crucifixion,
And were cursed with this affliction:
Piebald broods of raucous young,
The devil's laugh on every tongue.
Sustenance, I beg of thee
Fresh blood to sustain me
No mirrors or lights
I dwell in the night
The crucifixion shall burn
Thy root and thy stem
If I suppose to know that
You walk in darkness,
Beside thy black rose
Crucifixion
Agony
Lord
Victory
Assention
Risen
Yeshua
And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left.
The hour of crucifixion
When the lights will dim low
Where will I be? Who will I be?
When the reaper comes for his soul
When the reaper comes for my soul
Where will my hope be
When there's no life in the ending?
Surviving_Pawn
In the March
of the bitter wind,
even the glitter of
the lake at its silver
hour denies its power
in sorrow perpetua
for severed limbs
caught in the yaw
of the merciless saw
of spring naysayers
in need of prayers
for this crucifixion.
How shall it be that at His death
His breath
Sings a solemn anthem on repeat
So sweet,
As if He is not met with strife
In life.
The truth lies not in nailing knife,
He knows no desperation.
His death is our salvation;
His breath so sweet in life.
if you look into my eyes
you can see the crucifixion,
the blood
the tears,
you will see my slaughter.
so here I am,midway through my life with a future I cannot recognize
and a past that chases me.
I relive every mistake sitting in a chair of blood.