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Famous Short God Poems. Short God Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Emily Dickinson

A Letter is a joy of Earth --

 A Letter is a joy of Earth --
It is denied the Gods --


by Rg Gregory

there is a god

 i belch
acre upon acre
of cotton wool
and there is still
not enough for his beard


by Robert Herrick

Miseries

 Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,
No life is yet life-proof from misery.


by Emily Dickinson

To their apartment deep

 To their apartment deep
No ribaldry may creep
Untumbled this abode
By any man but God --


by Stephen Crane

You tell me this is God?

 You tell me this is God?
I tell you this is a printed list,
A burning candle, and an ass.


by Ambrose Bierce

Piety

 The pig is taught by sermons and epistles
To think the God of Swine has snout and bristles.


by Emily Dickinson

God made no act without a cause,

 God made no act without a cause,
Nor heart without an aim,
Our inference is premature,
Our premises to blame.


by Emily Dickinson

God is indeed a jealous God --

 God is indeed a jealous God --
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.


by Emily Dickinson

A World made penniless by that departure

 A World made penniless by that departure
Of minor fabrics begs
But sustenance is of the spirit
The Gods but Dregs


by Thomas Hardy

Epitaph On A Pessimist

 I'm Smith of Stoke aged sixty odd
I've lived without a dame all my life
And wish to God
My dad had done the same.


by Emily Dickinson

How ruthless are the gentle --

 How ruthless are the gentle --
How cruel are the kind --
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind --


by Emily Dickinson

The longest day that God appoints

 The longest day that God appoints
Will finish with the sun.
Anguish can travel to its stake,
And then it must return.


by Carl Sandburg

Losses

 I HAVE love
And a child,
A banjo
And shadows.
(Losses of God,
All will go
And one day
We will hold
Only the shadows.)


by Dorothy Parker

Godspeed

 Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
I'll not be left in sorrow.
So long as I have yesterday,
Go take your damned tomorrow!


by William Butler Yeats

Statistics

 'Those Platonists are a curse,' he said,
'God's fire upon the wane,
A diagram hung there instead,
More women born than men.'


by Friedrich von Schiller

Inside And Outside

 God alone sees the heart and therefore, since he alone sees it,
Be it our care that we, too, something that's worthy may see.


by Robert Burns

323. Epigram on Miss Davies

 ASK why God made the gem so small?
 And why so huge the granite?—
Because God meant mankind should set
 That higher value on it.


by Dorothy Parker

Harriet Beecher Stowe

 The pure and worthy Mrs. Stowe
Is one we all are proud to know
As mother, wife, and authoress-
Thank God, I am content with less!


by Friedrich von Schiller

Two Descriptions Of Action

 Do what is good, and humanity's godlike plant thou wilt nourish;
Plan what is fair, and thou'lt strew seeds of the godlike around.


by Emily Dickinson

Embarrassment of one another

 Embarrassment of one another
And God
Is Revelation's limit,
Aloud
Is nothing that is chief,
But still,
Divinity dwells under a seal.


by Stephen Crane

If there is a witness to my little life,

 If there is a witness to my little life,
To my tiny throes and struggles,
He sees a fool;
And it is not fine for gods to menace fools.


by Emily Dickinson

Though the great Waters sleep,

 Though the great Waters sleep,
That they are still the Deep,
We cannot doubt --
No vacillating God
Ignited this Abode
To put it out --


by Langston Hughes

Justice

 That Justice is a blind goddess
Is a thing to which we black are wise:
Her bandage hides two festering sores
That once perhaps were eyes.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Angler Rose, He Took His Rod

 THE angler rose, he took his rod,
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead:
The angler tripped, the eels were fed


by Friedrich von Schiller

A Peculiar Ideal

 What thou thinkest, belongs to all; what thou feelest, is thine only.
Wouldst thou make him thine own, feel thou the God whom thou thinkest!


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