Respect Poems | Best Poems For Respect


    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.
    I am not at all respectable
    I find it hard to be simultaneously
    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.