10 Best Famous Debated Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Debated poems. This is a select list of the best famous Debated poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Debated poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of debated poems.

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Written by Kahlil Gibran | Create an image from this poem

Song of Man XXV

 I was here from the moment of the 
Beginning, and here I am still. And 
I shall remain here until the end 
Of the world, for there is no 
Ending to my grief-stricken being. 


I roamed the infinite sky, and 
Soared in the ideal world, and 
Floated through the firmament. But 
Here I am, prisoner of measurement. 


I heard the teachings of Confucius; 
I listened to Brahma's wisdom; 
I sat by Buddha under the Tree of Knowledge. 
Yet here I am, existing with ignorance 
And heresy. 


I was on Sinai when Jehovah approached Moses; 
I saw the Nazarene's miracles at the Jordan; 
I was in Medina when Mohammed visited. 
Yet I here I am, prisoner of bewilderment. 


Then I witnessed the might of Babylon; 
I learned of the glory of Egypt; 
I viewed the warring greatness of Rome. 
Yet my earlier teachings showed the 
Weakness and sorrow of those achievements. 


I conversed with the magicians of Ain Dour; 
I debated with the priests of Assyria; 
I gleaned depth from the prophets of Palestine. 
Yet, I am still seeking truth. 


I gathered wisdom from quiet India; 
I probed the antiquity of Arabia; 
I heard all that can be heard. 
Yet, my heart is deaf and blind. 


I suffered at the hands of despotic rulers; 
I suffered slavery under insane invaders; 
I suffered hunger imposed by tyranny; 
Yet, I still possess some inner power 
With which I struggle to great each day. 


My mind is filled, but my heart is empty; 
My body is old, but my heart is an infant. 
Perhaps in youth my heart will grow, but I 
Pray to grow old and reach the moment of 
My return to God. Only then will my heart fill! 


I was here from the moment of the 
Beginning, and here I am still. And 
I shall remain here until the end 
Of of world, for there is no 
Ending to my grief-stricken being.

Written by John Berryman | Create an image from this poem

Dream Song 126: A Thurn

 A Thurn

Among them marble where the man may lie
lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause,
'O rare Ben Jonson',
dictator too, & the thinky other Johnson,
dictator too, backhanders down of laws,
men of fears, weird & sly.

Not of these least is borne to rest.
If grandeur & mettle prompted his lone journey
neither oh crowded shelved 
nor this slab I celebrates attest
his complex slow fame forever (more or less).
I imagine the Abbey 

among their wonders will be glad of him
whom some are sorry for his griefs across the world
grievously understated
and grateful for that bounty, for bright whims
of heavy mind across the tiresome world 
which the tiresome world debated, complicated.
Written by Emily Dickinson | Create an image from this poem

A Word made Flesh is seldom

 A Word made Flesh is seldom
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook
Each one of us has tasted
With ecstasies of stealth
The very food debated
To our specific strength --

A Word that breathes distinctly
Has not the power to die
Cohesive as the Spirit
It may expire if He --
"Made Flesh and dwelt among us"
Could condescension be
Like this consent of Language
This loved Philology.
Written by Emily Dickinson | Create an image from this poem

She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --

 She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --
Debated -- Rose again --
This time -- beyond the estimate
Of Envy, or of Men --

And now, among Circumference --
Her steady Boat be seen --
At home -- among the Billows -- As
The Bough where she was born --
Written by Robert Browning | Create an image from this poem

Porphyrias Lover

 The rain set early in tonight, 
 The sullen wind was soon awake, 
It tore the elm-tops down for spite, 
 And did its worst to vex the lake: 
 I listened with heart fit to break. 
When glided in Porphyria; straight 
 She shut the cold out and the storm, 
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate 
 Blaze up, and all the cottage warm; 
 Which done, she rose, and from her form 
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl, 
 And laid her soiled gloves by, untied 
Her hat and let the damp hair fall, 
 And, last, she sat down by my side 
 And called me. When no voice replied, 
She put my arm about her waist, 
 And made her smooth white shoulder bare, 
And all her yellow hair displaced, 
 And, stooping, made my cheek lie there, 
 And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair, 
Murmuring how she loved me--she 
 Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor, 
To set its struggling passion free 
 From pride, and vainer ties dissever, 
 And give herself to me forever. 
But passion sometimes would prevail, 
 Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain 
A sudden thought of one so pale 
 For love of her, and all in vain: 
 So, she was come through wind and rain. 
Be sure I looked up at her eyes 
 Happy and proud; at last I knew 
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise 
 Made my heart swell, and still it grew 
 While I debated what to do. 
That moment she was mine, mine, fair, 
 Perfectly pure and good: I found 
A thing to do, and all her hair 
 In one long yellow string I wound 
 Three times her little throat around, 
And strangled her. No pain felt she; 
 I am quite sure she felt no pain. 
As a shut bud that holds a bee, 
 I warily oped her lids: again 
 Laughed the blue eyes without a stain. 
And I untightened next the tress 
 About her neck; her cheek once more 
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss: 
 I propped her head up as before 
 Only, this time my shoulder bore 
Her head, which droops upon it still: 
 The smiling rosy little head, 
So glad it has its utmost will, 
 That all it scorned at once is fled, 
 And I, its love, am gained instead! 
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how 
 Her darling one wish would be heard. 
And thus we sit together now, 
 And all night long we have not stirred, 
 And yet God has not said a word!

Written by Emily Dickinson | Create an image from this poem

Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed --

 'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed --
That dull -- benumbing time
There is in Fever or Event --
And now the Chance had come --

The instant holding in its claw
The privilege to live
Or warrant to report the Soul
The other side the Grave.

The Muscles grappled as with leads
That would not let the Will --
The Spirit shook the Adamant --
But could not make it feel.

The Second poised -- debated -- shot --
Another had begun --
And simultaneously, a Soul
Escaped the House unseen --
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