Short Friars Poems
Short Friars Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Friars by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Friars by length and keyword.
Some poets, who have faith, die of old age...
observing profound beauty:
give them that privilege!
Living as friars of the Middle Ages,
the observers write true words
on remarkable pages!
Categories:
friars, art, faith, nature, on writing and words
Form:
Kimo
screaming fryish in their
lyvish friars
oob noobschbu
your gandersalps! and nighfry
the gallant swurpenchraft
whoop hollar
victories of count oopenweir
and his lustful countehsee
gweniviere
when the jugg headed blastywhines
strode the sacred twimanors aisle
O quarterhorse
O moonshep
the clipshank whitebootz upon us!
on naught in vain do we ever
for old twumpvines ner'
done stomped
Categories:
friars, nonsense,
Form:
Vogon Poetry
Jesus Christ is Father Christ
All people will grow old
Die
Will meet the High Priest forever, Father Christ
Jesus Christ is Father Christ
Jesus chose Christ after Father
We call “Father” the Friars or Priest as a reverence
After Father, Christ means Messiah, Father Christ
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
When we all passed away
We will meet Father Christ
As Eternal High Priest forever
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
Our Eternal High Priest forever
Categories:
friars, christian, god, jesus, people, prayer, spiritual, world,
Form:
Sonnet
“You are a Priest forever
According to the order of Melchizedek”
Melchizedek is a King of Salem
Priest of God the Father Almighty
“Father” is what we call the Friars and the priest
To give them respect
Father Christ is the 2nd Person of the Blessed Trinity
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
“You are a priest forever
According to the order of Melchizedek”
Father Christ will meet us
When we passed away
We are to call Him, Father Christ
The 2nd person of the Blessed Trinity
Categories:
friars, christian, god, jesus, people, prayer, spiritual, world,
Form:
Sonnet
The beast Alhambra
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos,
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch,
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars
Categories:
friars, christian, history, horror, islamic, jewish, judgement, spanish,
Form:
Rhyme