Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight? Poem by Christopher Marlowe
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Hero And Leander Poem by Christopher Marlowe
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul’d by fate.
hen two are stript long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice,
What we behold is censur’d by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight.
Respect Poem by David Harris
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave
A Christmas Carol Poem by William Topaz McGonagall
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
That Christ our Saviour was born!
Earth’s Redeemer, to save us from all danger,
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.
Chorus —
Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,
Till your sweet music o’er the kingdom swells,
To warn the people to respect the morn
That Christ their Saviour was born.
The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn
As she lay in a horse’s stall at a roadside inn,
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.
Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,
And angels watching O’er her till Christ was born,
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.
The way to respect Christmas time
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;
Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we’ll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.
Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,
And treat with less respect the New Year,
And respect always the blessed morn
That Christ our Saviour was born.
For each new morn to the Christian is dear,
As well as the morn of the New Year,
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.
Especially the morn that Christ was born.
Therefore, good people, be warned in time,
And on Christmas morn don’t get drunk with wine
But praise God above on Christmas morn,
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.
There the heavenly babe He lay
In a stall among a lot of hay,
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.
Christmas time ought to be held most dear,
Much more so than the New Year,
Because that’s the time that Christ was born,
Therefore respect Christmas morn.
And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.
Sonnet: Respect Poem by Dr John Celes
Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants too who you well serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
Respect all good minds who advised you good;
Respect the man of God who gave soul’s food.
Respect all strangers who were all Godsends;
Respect your foes who taught you self-defense;
Respect those evil men who you troubled;
Respect the tempter who well you misled.
Respect your conscience which tells you what’s right;
Respect your God who is your Friend and Guide.
Territorial Integrity Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Why countries are simply invaded?
Do the other countries are principally wedded?
Does their ethnic love and belonging firmly embedded?
The country’s territory annexed and added
Is it grand design to form a powerful block?
The bell should ring as per their time in clock
Will their aim succeed and keep together the flock
Fire will be raging inside giving room for smoke
It is how the nationalism and patriotism suffer
Small countries cease to exist and work as buffer
They may lie low but not at the cost of national pride
No one will tolerate the insult and shame to newly bride
They prefer to have sway and hegemony
Every occasion availed with grand ceremony
Show of strength with power and money
Why should they bother for peace and harmony?
You can’t suppress the strong nationalism?
Can’t stop it with propaganda or journalism?
Patriotism and nationalism are simple words
Many lost kingdoms even with powerful lords
History may not repeat with glorious past
Doubts should not be raised and apprehensions cast
Peace should given a chance to long it last
Nothing should be at stake as actions should be fast
Time has passed as nations used to bully
Bloodbath and humiliation not realized fully
It is emergence of universal brotherhood and faith
People are aware and not afraid of death
You may subjugate and rule the land
Reign of terror with firm iron hand
National insult and wounds may not be healed
Agony and pain can not be revealed
It is how we respect the sentiments,
Not to violate any space in continents
Respect to territorial integrity in sincerity
Respect to land and overall sovereignty
Millions want to live with peace and honour
Atrocities and tales may serve as horror
Commitments, if any, must be as clear as mirror
Why not we bid farewell to fear and terror?
‘Sharda’ The Goddess Of Power Or Knowledge Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Everyone bow with respect and knowledge,
See the impact and mutely acknowledge,
Clear gain and scoring the edge,
For universal benefit we take pledge,
People may worship divine power,
So we do and pray Goddess “Sharda”
Mother of all with knowledge profound,
Height to glory and top position found,
Had she been not there staying within?
World barren and confined with secrets thin,
What an ideas, eager to find, zeal to venture,
Make us perfect with seasons and mature,
Illiterate turn great with her blessings,
Sans bless people remain blank and sense missing,
Lucky are those who harness it proper,
Rest roam aimless and prove flopper,
Authority they assert as glow appear,
Ordinary and normal pretend with cloths wear,
Honour and respect with people’s cheer,
Permanent place find by dint ability sheer,
World has witnessed might of thought,
Wars averted without being caught,
No bloodshed, no misery as happiness sought,
So with HIS grace secrets in light brought
Penning Sonnets Or Pinning The Tails To Sonnets Poem by Susan Williams
I respect those poets
who can pen sonnets
and other rigidly ruled poems-
They are extremely talented
to be able to do this
and still enjoy the write! !
They have my utmost respect.
my admiration is unchecked.
Me?
I am not at all respectable
I find it hard to be simultaneously
coherent,
and poetic
and emotionally moving,
when fitting syllables and rhymes into rigid formats!
It’s like trying to fit a hypo into a corset
if you ask me.
Overcoming Modern Troubles Need A Single Tackle Of Making Friend (Sestet) Poem by Muzahidul Reza
I knew you hate me a lot
Yet I do respect and love,
You may like me or not
You may love me or not,
I have not learnt how to hate
Befriending I have only learnt.
Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still Poem by William Shakespeare
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise, richly compiled,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
I think good thoughts, whilst other write good words,
And like unlettered clerk still cry “Amen”
To every hymn that able spirit affords
In polished form of well-refinèd pen.
Hearing you praised, I say “‘Tis so, ’tis true,”
And to the most of praise add something more;
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
Then others for the breath of words respect,
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
