Morsel Poem by yoonoos peerbocus
World’s flattery roasted with name and fame
to a peacock heart
is a desire wanting morsel.
unless a slice, millet size, let not
the ignorance of your sensual self
child-like bite its fingers
excitedly in its greed to gobble
on trust of taste. what seems
manifest is but your lust
for the illusory flavour.hidden
is the fire, calmly smoking off
your expectation into ashes
of regret.
Addressed To Your Heart….. Poem by jibin joseph
Sending you my heart
In a package of love
Covered with sweet dreams
Stamped with trust
Sealed with care
Yellow ribbon of hugs
Tied up with a smile
Knot made of a kiss
Addressed to your heart
Trust Is..(Please Forgive Me) Poem by Erin Thomasz
trust is me telling the truth.
trust is you believing me.
trust is me not being afraid.
trust is you not making me.
deep down within, i hope real hard
deep down within, i scream and shout
deep down within, i cant help but cry
deep down within, i think theres no way out
for what once had has now been lost
for that i blame myself
for childish as this thought may sound
for that long gone i sorely miss
trust we had so long ago.
trust which i destroyed.
trust is what we need again
trust to make us strong
all i can give is a simple word…sorry
all i can give is a simple thought…happiness
alli can give is a simple emotion…love
all i can give is a simple thing…my heart
i just need you to forgive me…
without you i have nothing i want to give
Church Monuments Poem by George Herbert
While that my soul repairs to her devotion,
Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes
May take acquaintance of this heap of dust;
To which the blast of death’s incessant motion,
Fed with the exhalation of our crimes,
Drives all at last. Therefore I gladly trust
My body to this school, that it may learn
To spell his elements, and find his birth
Written in dusty heraldry and lines;
Which dissolution sure doth best discern,
Comparing dust with dust, and earth with earth.
These laugh at jet and marble put for signs,
To sever the good fellowship of dust,
And spoil the meeting. What shall point out them,
When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat
To kiss those heaps, which now they have in trust?
Dear flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stem
And true descent, that when thou shalt grow fat
And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know
That flesh is but the glass which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust. Mark, here below
How tame these ashes are, how free from lust,
That thou mayst fit thyself against thy fall.
The Man Whose Riches Satisfy His Greed Poem by Solon
The man whose riches satisfy his greed
Is not more rich for all those heaps and hoards
Than some poor man who has enough to feed
And clothe his corpse with such as God affords.
I have no use for men who steal and cheat;
The fruit of evil poisons those who eat.
Some wicked men are rich, some good men poor,
But I would rather trust in what’s secure;
Our virtue sticks with us and makes us strong,
But money changes owners all day long.
Epitaph Poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
The Gardener Xxvii: Trust Love Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
‘Trust love even if it brings sorrow.
Do not close up your heart.’
‘Ah no, my friend, your words are
dark, I cannot understand them.’
‘Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,
while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is
strong and abiding. Let sorrowful
love wake in your eyes.’
‘Ah no, my friend, your words are
dark, I cannot understand them.’
‘The lotus blooms in the sight of
the sun, and loses all that it has. It
would not remain in bud in the
eternal winter mist.’
‘Ah no, my friend, your words are
dark, I cannot understand them.’
Tom’s Little Dog Poem by Walter de la Mare
Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,
And up at once he sat,
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast,
His haunches on his mat.Tom poised a lump of sugar on
His nose; then, ‘Trust! ‘ says he;
Stiff as a guardsman sat his Tim;
Never a hair stirred he.
‘Paid for! ‘ says Tom; and in a trice
Up jerked that moist black nose;
A snap of teeth, a crunch, a munch,
And down the sugar goes!
Death Is A Dialogue Between Poem by Emily Dickinson
Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
‘Dissolve’ says Death—The Spirit ‘Sir
I have another Trust’—
Death doubts it—Argues from the Ground—
The Spirit turns away
Just laying off for evidence
An Overcoat of Clay.
A Father’s Prayer Poem by Edgar Albert Guest
Lord, make me tolerant and wise;
Incline my ears to hear him through;
Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
Fearing to trust me and be true.
Instruct me so that I may know
The way my son and I should go.
When he shall err, as once did I,
Or boyhood folly bids him stray,
Let me not into anger fly
And drive the good in him away.
Teach me to win his trust, that he
Shall keep no secret hid from me.
Lord, strengthen me that I may be.
A fit example for my son.
Grant he may never hear or see
A shameful deed that I have done.
However sorely I am tried,
Let me not undermine his pride.
In spite of years and temples gray,
Still let my spirit beat with joy;
Teach me to share in all his play
And be a comrade with my boy.
Wherever we may chance to be,
Let him find happiness with me.
Lord, as his father, now I pray
For manhood’s strength and counsel wise;
Let me deal justly, day by day,
In all that fatherhood implies.
To be his father, keep me fit;
Let me not play the hypocrite!