Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

2401. Let Go, Let God 7/11/2011
2402. Snow Leopard 11/9/2009
2403. The Amazing Spider-Man 7/5/2012
2404. Portrait Of A Prince 7/21/2009
2405. The Beauty Of My Daughter 4/23/2009
2406. Focus On Friendship, Faith And Love 10/23/2003
2407. The Measure Of Love Sung To From Russia With Love 10/23/2003
2408. Arctic Fox 8/23/2013
2409. Giant Panda! 9/14/2014
2410. Doctor Who And The Tardis 5/19/2013
2411. * The Prince Of Prints 1/31/2011
2412. The Rich Man And The Poor Man 5/16/2011
2413. Mary, Mother Of Jesus 10/22/2003
2414. The Little Mermaid 5/22/2012
2415. Christ: The Light Of The World 3/13/2012
2416. Patience Is A Virtue 4/25/2009
2417. * I Am An Elephant! 11/2/2013
2418. * The Prestige Of The Poppy 11/1/2010
2419. * The Cross Of Christ 5/12/2009

Comments about Denis Martindale

  • Tom Billsborough (4/12/2016 7:00:00 AM)

    A jaunty rhythm for a serious subject. Sorry. Poetry demands more than this.

    Tom Billsborough

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  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:49:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Sylvia L. Wisner Molina (5/16/2014 8:36:00 PM)

    Absolutely Beautiful! ! ! ! !

  • Gergana Teofilova Gergana Teofilova (5/9/2014 4:22:00 AM)

    I think your works are fantastic, sir! The first poem I read by you inspired me to write my own one on the same subject. Thanks! I hope to become at least half as good as you some day!

  • Gleb Zavlanov Gleb Zavlanov (10/5/2013 6:03:00 PM)

    You're an amazing, prolific poet and I really admire your work. Thanks for sharing such genius with all the poets on poemhunter!

  • Gleb Zavlanov Gleb Zavlanov (7/20/2013 8:20:00 PM)

    Thanks for all the tips and suggestions. They were very meaningful and helpful. I will try to improve my poems over the next week.

Best Poem of Denis Martindale

* The Cross Of Christ

The jeering crowd like jackals stood,
To see what must be done.
Though once they thought this man was good,
They didn't see God's Son.
They called Him Rabbi, Teacher, Lord,
Yet now He was Rome's slave.
So all His claims were now ignored,
For who was He to save?
The nails were driven deep inside...
More drops of blood soon fell...
Once lifted, hoisted, crucified,
His life was just like Hell.
Torment and torture lay ahead.
Excruciating pain.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...

Read the full of * The Cross Of Christ

The Perfect Poem!

I wrote it last night while sleeping,
The dream unfolding all!
I penned the poem while weeping,
Repenting like Saint Paul!
Yes, so moved was I while writing
God sent an angel down...
I saw two armies while fighting
To gain some worldly crown!

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