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Famous Short Prayer Poems. Short Prayer Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Robert Herrick

THE HEART

 In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part
Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.


by Vachel Lindsay

A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People

 Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven? 
Are these your hands upon my wounded soul? 
Mine own, mine own, blood of my blood be with me, 
Fly by my path till you have made me whole!


by Emily Dickinson

There comes an hour when begging stops

 There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
"Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword Than from a disappointing God "Disciple, call again.
"


by Emily Dickinson

Prayer is the little implement

 Prayer is the little implement
Through which Men reach
Where Presence -- is denied them.
They fling their Speech By means of it -- in God's Ear -- If then He hear -- This sums the Apparatus Comprised in Prayer --


by Emily Dickinson

My nosegays are for Captives

 My nosegays are for Captives --
Dim -- expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till Paradise.
To such, if they should whisper Of morning and the moor, They bear no other errand, And I, no other prayer.


by John Montague

Blessing

 A feel of warmth in this place.
In winter air, a scent of harvest.
No form of prayer is needed, When by sudden grace attended.
Naturally, we fall from grace.
Mere humans, we forget what light Led us, lonely, to this place.


by Emily Dickinson

It was too late for Man --

 It was too late for Man --
But early, yet, for God --
Creation -- impotent to help --
But Prayer -- remained -- Our Side --

How excellent the Heaven --
When Earth -- cannot be had --
How hospitable -- then -- the face
Of our Old Neighbor -- God --


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

ROYAL PRAYER.

 HA, I am the lord of earth! The noble,

Who're in my service, love me.
Ha, I am the lord of earth! The noble, O'er whom my sway extendeth, love I.
Oh, grant me, God in Heaven, that I may ne'er Dispense with loftiness and love! 1815.
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by Amy Levy

Impotens

 If I were a woman of old,
What prayers I would pray for you, dear;
My pitiful tribute behold--
Not a prayer, but a tear.
The pitiless order of things, Whose laws we may change not nor break, Alone I could face it--it wrings My heart for your sake.


by Carl Sandburg

Loin Cloth

 BODY of Jesus taken down from the cross
Carved in ivory by a lover of Christ,
It is a child’s handful you are here,
The breadth of a man’s finger,
And this ivory loin cloth
Speaks an interspersal in the day’s work,
The carver’s prayer and whim
And Christ-love.


by Robert Herrick

His Prayer To Ben Jonson

 When I a verse shall make,
Know I have pray'd thee,
For old religion's sake,
Saint Ben to aid me.
Make the way smooth for me, When I, thy Herrick, Honouring thee, on my knee Offer my lyric.
Candles I'll give to thee, And a new altar, And thou, Saint Ben, shalt be Writ in my psalter.


by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Blue and White

 BLUE is Our Lady’s colour, 
White is Our Lord’s.
To-morrow I will wear a knot Of blue and white cords, That you may see it, where you ride Among the flashing swords.
O banner, white and sunny blue, With prayer I wove thee! For love the white, for faith the heavenly hue, And both for him, so tender-true, Him that doth love me!


by Robert Herrick

His Prayer For Absolution

 For those my unbaptized rhymes,
Writ in my wild unhallowed times,
For every sentence, clause, and word,
That's not inlaid with Thee, my Lord,
Forgive me, God, and blot each line
Out of my book, that is not Thine.
But if, 'mongst all, Thou find'st here one Worthy thy benediction, That one of all the rest shall be The glory of my work, and me.


by Emily Bronte

The Old Stoic

 Riches I hold in light esteem,
And love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanish'd with the morn:

And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!"

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure


by Dorothy Parker

Prayer For A Prayer

 Dearest one, when I am dead
Never seek to follow me.
Never mount the quiet hill Where the copper leaves are still, As my heart is, on the tree Standing at my narrow bed.
Only of your tenderness, Pray a little prayer at night.
Say: "I have forgiven now- I, so weak and sad; O Thou, Wreathed in thunder, robed in light, Surely Thou wilt do no less.
"


by William Butler Yeats

A Prayer For Old Age

 God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone;

From all that makes a wise old man
That can be praised of all;
O what am I that I should not seem
For the song's sake a fool?

I pray -- for word is out
And prayer comes round again --
That I may seem, though I die old,
A foolish, passionate man.


by W S Merwin

December Night

 The cold slope is standing in darkness
But the south of the trees is dry to the touch

The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers
I came to watch these
White plants older at night
The oldest
Come first to the ruins

And I hear magpies kept awake by the moon
The water flows through its
Own fingers without end

Tonight once more
I find a single prayer and it is not for men


by Robert Graves

The Last Post

 The bugler sent a call of high romance— 
“Lights out! Lights out!” to the deserted square.
On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer, “God, if it’s this for me next time in France… O spare the phantom bugle as I lie Dead in the gas and smoke and roar of guns, Dead in a row with the other broken ones Lying so stiff and still under the sky, Jolly young Fusiliers too good to die.


by Anna Akhmatova

I Dont Know If Youre Alive Or Dead

 I don't know if you're alive or dead.
Can you on earth be sought, Or only when the sunsets fade Be mourned serenely in my thought? All is for you: the daily prayer, The sleepless heat at night, And of my verses, the white Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.
No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured Me more, not Even the one who betrayed me to torture, Not even the one who caressed me and forgot.


by William Butler Yeats

The Heart Of The Woman

 O what to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.
O what to me my mother's care, The house where I was safe and warm; The shadowy blossom of my hair Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes, I am no more with life and death, My heart upon his warm heart lies, My breath is mixed into his breath.


by Suheir Hammad

talisman

 it is written
the act of writing is
holy words are
sacred and your breath
brings out the 
god in them
i write these words
quickly repeat them
softly to myself
this talisman for you
fold this prayer
around your neck fortify
your back with these
whispers
may you walk ever
loved and in love
know the sun
for warmth the moon 
for direction
may these words always
remind you your breath
is sacred words
bring out the god
in you


by Emily Bronte

If grief for grief can touch thee

 If grief for grief can touch thee, 
If answering woe for woe, 
If any truth can melt thee 
Come to me now!

I cannot be more lonely, 
More drear I cannot be! 
My worn heart beats so wildly 
'Twill break for thee--

And when the world despises-- 
When Heaven repels my prayer-- 
Will not mine angel comfort? 
Mine idol hear?

Yes, by the tears I'm poured, 
By all my hours of pain 
O I shall surely win thee, 
Beloved, again!


by Robert William Service

Ripeness

 With peace and rest
And wisdom sage,
Ripeness is best
Of every age.
With hands that fold In pensive prayer, For grave-yard mold Prepare.
From fighting free With fear forgot, Let ripeness be, Before the rot.
With heart of cheer At eighty odd, How man grows near To God! With passion spent And life nigh run Let us repent The ill we've done.
And as we bless With happy heart Life's mellowness --Depart.


by Rg Gregory

jerusalem and redcurrants

 my jerusalem
my newfoundland
juicy as redcurrants
with their sweet tang taste

my desire
my holy requirement
caught in a cleft of mountain
ever clambered towards

my yearning
my place of the blood-red fruit
my want at the first sherd
for the full-bosomed bowl

my jerusalem
my sinewy prayer
where dust and the dry rock
are chastened by the cool red juice

my jerusalem
my revolving love
as the year bends and the fruit's 
pangs purchase my lips


by Robert William Service

Breath Is Enough

 I draw sweet air
Deeply and long,
As pure as prayer,
As sweet as song.
Where lilies glow And roses wreath, Heart-joy I know Is just to breathe.
Aye, so I think By shore or sea, As deep I drink Of purity.
This brave machine, Bare to the buff, I keep ice-clean, Breath is enough.
From mountain stream To covert cool The world, I deem, Is wonderful; The great, the small, The smooth, the rough, I love it all,-- Breath is enough.


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