Trust Poems | Strong Poems About Trust

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    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!