Short Pulpits Poems
Short Pulpits Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pulpits by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pulpits by length and keyword.
Cyril Power who had a wife named Dolly
was a champion linocutter*,by golly
after the Blitz,another art he chose
restoring pulpits&reredos
*https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/834185
Categories:
pulpits, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
Bro Billy Sunday preached that salvation
Was the key to avoiding damnation
In pulpits he'd sweat and shout
And fling his arms all about
As if fighting bees in his oration!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
pulpits, funny,
Form:
Limerick
This isn’t scripture I just made it up but it sounds cool, lol
The least shall hunger not for they shall be fed
Sit on your pulpits like kings looking down at them
For the one that sits below you shall rise above you
This is my promise to you
For the rich shall hunger and not be fed
Categories:
pulpits, bible,
Form:
Free verse
Says the snake
In the Garden of Eden
Says the doctor
In the Emergency Room
Says the President
In the boobtube of fake news
Says the Priests up
In their pulpits
Says the parent
In a position of trust
However, there is only
One person
In whom we can truly trust.
Categories:
pulpits, trust,
Form:
Light Verse
Heed not religious men:
for they are false and fake,
wolves in disguise, in sin,
'gainst God's Laws which they take,
corrupt, and make a burden
to the poor in spirit,
the pure, the lost, children
needing hope and respite
from life--these false prophets
wish to take your power
of choice from the pulpits
and make God's Truth lower.
If you do, you'll know loss:
rather, look to the Cross.
Categories:
pulpits, christian, faith, god, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
Having surpassed the ides of March.
Denounced the the baneful glare.
Yet my grief befriends Sanity.
Doctrine of hate preached from
Pulpits and podiums.
Marathon of the arms race.
Humans of another race are dispensable.
Creation of art in flesh and blood.
My heart is compelled to dwell.
In poems that rhymes life.
In a compassion that flow.
Into a stream of peace and tolerance.
Creating in my mind another alien world.
Categories:
pulpits, emotions, march,
Form:
Free verse