Famous Short God Poems. Short God Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best God short poems
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A Letter is a joy of Earth --
It is denied the Gods --
acre upon acre
of cotton wool
and there is still
not enough for his beard
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,
No life is yet life-proof from misery.
To their apartment deep
No ribaldry may creep
Untumbled this abode
By any man but God --
You tell me this is God?
I tell you this is a printed list,
A burning candle, and an ass.
The pig is taught by sermons and epistles
To think the God of Swine has snout and bristles.
God made no act without a cause,
Nor heart without an aim,
Our inference is premature,
Our premises to blame.
God is indeed a jealous God --
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.
A World made penniless by that departure
Of minor fabrics begs
But sustenance is of the spirit
The Gods but Dregs
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.
How ruthless are the gentle --
How cruel are the kind --
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind --
The longest day that God appoints
Will finish with the sun.
Anguish can travel to its stake,
And then it must return.
I HAVE love
And a child,
(Losses of God,
All will go
And one day
We will hold
Only the shadows.)
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!
'Those Platonists are a curse,' he said,
'God's fire upon the wane,
A diagram hung there instead,
More women born than men.'
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.
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.
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!
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.
Embarrassment of one another
Is Revelation's limit,
Is nothing that is chief,
Divinity dwells under a seal.
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.
Though the great Waters sleep,
That they are still the Deep,
We cannot doubt --
No vacillating God
Ignited this Abode
To put it out --
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.
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
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!