Denis Martindale

Denis Martindale Poems

2441. The Measure Of Love Sung To From Russia With Love 10/23/2003
2442. Giant Panda! 9/14/2014
2443. Doctor Who And The Tardis 5/19/2013
2444. * The Prince Of Prints 1/31/2011
2445. The Little Mermaid 5/22/2012
2446. The Rich Man And The Poor Man 5/16/2011
2447. The Flash! 10/15/2014
2448. Arctic Fox 8/23/2013
2449. Patience Is A Virtue 4/25/2009
2450. * I Am An Elephant! 11/2/2013
2451. * The Prestige Of The Poppy 11/1/2010
2452. The Amazing Spider-Man 7/5/2012
2453. * The Cross Of Christ 5/12/2009

Comments about Denis Martindale

  • Pithy Marvel Pithy Marvel (1/5/2018 8:24:00 AM)

    Imagine writing inspiration from the Prince of Peace!
    I like pieces about peace! ! ! !

    Keep it up Brother!

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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 ...

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The Con Artist!

She walked into my home,
like she walked into my heart
and then into my dreams.
She picked up my favourite things
and put them in her sack.
She explored my heart and my home,
eventually taking everything.
I stand outside looking in.
She is watching the large screen TV,

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