Stigmata Poems - Poems about Stigmata

christ is passion stigmata of my soul's devotion sacred love forever...Read the rest...

On the restless road of existence, Winding through beatnik midnight dreams, I met a wanderer with stigmata palms, Tales carved into hands like nomadic streams. Under the neon hum of jazz club nights, His scars sang stories of holy flights, How...Read the rest...

To say one has loved but lost...is to say one has never loved; for love is a wonderful stigmata – an indelible pressed upon the heart of eternity, out-shinning all lesser lights, even those of heaven’s brilliant while implosive stars – love not only...Read the rest...

Spontaneous sulfurous stigmata sinisterly surfacing Membranous molecules meticulously masterfully marshaling Tangible tempestuous tears tangling thoughts Radical revelation revealing ruinous rots Pious priests patronize punishable penance Impious illusions intrigue impacting independence Narcotizing nefarious noxious naves navigate Prioritizing pains portal pandemic perpetrate False fixation fumigates...Read the rest...

salutations salivating salvation situation i sit and behave and now that youre home i'll lick the salt from your palms and feet...Read the rest...

Wringing feelings Like a sponge… The words dripped down My lips Onto the page —staining my soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...Read the rest...

Wringing feelings Like a sponge… The words dripped down From my lips Onto the page —staining my soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...Read the rest...

I was free man, my Nation was great. Now, I am living in artificial Reservation. I was the master, but they took my possessions. They put stigmata on my Nation. They say it will be obliterated, your ancient language forgotten. Your Nation...Read the rest...

Every house has a history, some come with apparitions and latent memories, Yet, the house that comes alive from a simple spirit, wreaks havoc while occupants are in it, Manifestations of a stigmata begins when the house wants to confess the previous owners' sins, Plaguing...Read the rest...

these are my hands, and you have seen them before. you stare between my eyes, much like how I imagined God would stare at His wayward worshipers. these are my palms, with lines that match the novels of the planets, and stars, and heavenly...Read the rest...