Sackcloth Poems - Poems about Sackcloth

...How dark the night, when the end came and love vanished in a voiceless turbulent moment when eyes pulled away, leaving a vacuum as pain and sorrow blackened the skin of my heart Allowing tears ......Read the rest...

... I first flowers open, seasons begin ! : bloom before doom as always Rajasthani breeze sweet and scentful fanning out to the sunset : a caress ! across the ripeness of ap......Read the rest...

... When the storms come raging, a Tug Of War of Winds Pressed into the Abyss with a Broken Ship, Against the Tide where The Gale Force Rips Mapless you sail Adrift, Tossed about by the Curren......Read the rest...

... Self's colors-change in the modes of wanting, as a chameleon in the daylight, as the seasons fade to black, hunting season where loyalty is clothed in sackcloth, used as a knapsack w......Read the rest...

...We can mortify our flesh, wear our sign of confession, perform our penance, bear portions of scratchy sackcloth so rough, so abrasive, against our bare backs. Our sideboard now bears such a tr......Read the rest...

...When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the alter the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony that they had maintained. Than they called out in a loud vo......Read the rest...

...I'm a christian Nudist, I believe that the only way to find true pleasure as a christian, Is to give up all worldly belongings, live as a Nudist, And worship God in the skin you were born in. ......Read the rest...

...On the Jewish calendar, Tisha b'Av is the saddest day We don't even smile, say 'Hi' or 'Good morning' For when those who spied out the Land spoke untruly The Lord gave the Jewish People ......Read the rest...

...repent with sackcloth and ashes turn back to prayer in schools skeleton phalanges off our youth......Read the rest...

...We plight our troth for little but froth To be whelmed in plight, ashes and sackcloth The phrase is plain but blind we remain It is hard to enjoy a stone broth!......Read the rest...

...Sackcloth and ashes blood and steel clashes carbon dust burnt at last digging the umber crust sackcloth and ashes lie as time passes into the future it is written on the walls, some......Read the rest...

...What is it that makes a “man of worth”? Can it even be measured? Put into words? Is it the breadth of his shoulders? The strength of his arms? His physical charms? Is it the expanse of his ......Read the rest...

...Dear Heart: My Dear, dear heart you have done well, surviving all these years of hell, the pain, the loss and misery of lives and loves cherished by me. During my seasons, you carried the ba......Read the rest...

...Dont you worry about my cloudy sky, for I was born under it. The reasons why, is right here, and It's here, where I sit. But that's the concern, of the authorities, as precious time, ......Read the rest...

...(To Armstrong) Remember those days when mists of uncertainty Shrouded our timid hearts. We never left the hearthstead, The fire of which burned from our silent prayers And our hopes blossomed in......Read the rest...