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Famous Short Faith Poems. Short Faith Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Faith Poems. Short Faith Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Faith short poems

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by Emily Dickinson

Faith is a fine invention

 "Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see --
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.


by Emily Dickinson

Lives he in any other world

 Lives he in any other world
My faith cannot reply
Before it was imperative
'Twas all distinct to me --


by Emily Dickinson

Peace is a fiction of our Faith --

 Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
The Bells a Winter Night
Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound
That never did alight.


by Emily Dickinson

Falsehood of Thee could I suppose

 Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
'Twould undermine the Sill
To which my Faith pinned Block by Block
Her Cedar Citadel.


by William Shakespeare

Sonnet CXLI

 In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;


by Emily Dickinson

A first Mute Coming --

 A first Mute Coming --
In the Stranger's House --
A first fair Going --
When the Bells rejoice --

A first Exchange -- of
What hath mingled -- been --
For Lot -- exhibited to
Faith -- alone --


by Walt Whitman

Thought.

 OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness; 
As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses
 of
 men,
 following the lead of those who do not believe in men.


by Emily Dickinson

To mend each tattered Faith

 To mend each tattered Faith
There is a needle fair
Though no appearance indicate --
'Tis threaded in the Air --

And though it do not wear
As if it never Tore
'Tis very comfortable indeed
And spacious as before --


by Emily Dickinson

He who in Himself believes --

 He who in Himself believes --
Fraud cannot presume --
Faith is Constancy's Result --
And assumes -- from Home --

Cannot perish, though it fail
Every second time --
But defaced Vicariously --
For Some Other Shame --


by Vachel Lindsay

Look You Ill Go Pray

 Look you, I'll go pray, 
My shame is crying, 
My soul is gray and faint, 
My faith is dying.
Look you, I'll go pray — "Sweet Mary, make me clean, Thou rainstorm of the soul, Thou wine from worlds unseen.
"


by Emily Dickinson

Unfulfilled to Observation --

 Unfulfilled to Observation --
Incomplete -- to Eye --
But to Faith -- a Revolution
In Locality --

Unto Us -- the Suns extinguish --
To our Opposite --
New Horizons -- they embellish --
Fronting Us -- with Night.


by Emily Dickinson

To lose ones faith -- surpass

 To lose one's faith -- surpass
The loss of an Estate --
Because Estates can be
Replenished -- faith cannot --

Inherited with Life --
Belief -- but once -- can be --
Annihilate a single clause --
And Being's -- Beggary --


by Emily Dickinson

Not to discover weakness is

 Not to discover weakness is
The Artifice of strength --
Impregnability inheres
As much through Consciousness

Of faith of others in itself
As Pyramidal Nerve
Behind the most unconscious clock
What skilful Pointers move --


by Emily Dickinson

The sweetest Heresy received

 The sweetest Heresy received
That Man and Woman know --
Each Other's Convert --
Though the Faith accommodate but Two --

The Churches are so frequent --
The Ritual -- so small --
The Grace so unavoidable --
To fail -- is Infidel --


by Emily Dickinson

Tis customary as we part

 'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --

'Tis various -- as the various taste --
Clematis -- journeying far --
Presents me with a single Curl
Of her Electric Hair --


by Emily Dickinson

How brittle are the Piers

 How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread --
No Bridge below doth totter so --
Yet none hath such a Crowd.
It is as old as God -- Indeed -- 'twas built by him -- He sent his Son to test the Plank, And he pronounced it firm.


by Emily Dickinson

Through the Dark Sod -- as Education

 Through the Dark Sod -- as Education --
The Lily passes sure --
Feels her white foot -- no trepidation --
Her faith -- no fear --

Afterward -- in the Meadow --
Swinging her Beryl Bell --
The Mold-life -- all forgotten -- now --
In Ecstasy -- and Dell --


by Emily Dickinson

This heart that broke so long

 This heart that broke so long --
These feet that never flagged --
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead --

Hound cannot overtake the Hare
That fluttered panting, here --
Nor any schoolboy rob the nest
Tenderness builded there.


by Emily Dickinson

When I count the seeds

 When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath,
To bloom so, bye and bye --

When I con the people
Lain so low,
To be received as high --

When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see --
Pick by faith its blossom
And avoid its Bee,
I can spare this summer, unreluctantly.


by Robert Creeley

The Mirror

 Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said, these persistent, inexorable deaths make faith as such absent, our humanness a question, a disgust for what we are.
Whatever the hope, here it is lost.
Because we coveted our difference, here is the cost.


by Sara Teasdale

Doubt

 My soul lives in my body's house,
 And you have both the house and her—
But sometimes she is less your own
 Than a wild, gay adventurer;
A restless and an eager wraith,
 How can I tell what she will do—
Oh, I am sure of my body's faith,
 But what if my soul broke faith with you?


by Wendell Berry

What We Need Is Here

 Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes.
Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear in the ancient faith: what we need is here.
And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye, clear.
What we need is here.


by Robert Burns

107. Versified Reply to an Invitation

 SIR,Yours this moment I unseal,
 And faith I’m gay and hearty!
To tell the truth and shame the deil,
 I am as fou as Bartie:
But Foorsday, sir, my promise leal,
 Expect me o’ your partie,
If on a beastie I can speel,
 Or hurl in a cartie.
YOURS,ROBERT BURNS.
MAUCHLIN, Monday night, 10 o’clock.


by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Punctilio

 O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o’er precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho’ I felt a secret fear
To lose what never can be lost,—
Her faith who still delights me most!
So shall I be more than true,
Ever in my ageing new.
So dull habit shall not be Wrongly call’d Fidelity.


by Robert Burns

210. Song—Stay my Charmer

 STAY my charmer, can you leave me?
Cruel, cruel to deceive me;
Well you know how much you grieve me;
 Cruel charmer, can you go!
 Cruel charmer, can you go!


By my love so ill-requited,
By the faith you fondly plighted,
By the pangs of lovers slighted,
 Do not, do not liave me so!
 Do not, do not leave me so!


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