10 Best Famous Disobey Poems

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

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Written by Roger McGough | Create an image from this poem

The Identification

 So you think its Stephen?
Then I'd best make sure
Be on the safe side as it were.
Ah, theres been a mistake. The hair
you see, its black, now Stephens fair ...
Whats that? The explosion?
Of course, burnt black. Silly of me.
I should have known. Then lets get on.

The face, is that the face mask?
that mask of charred wood
blistered scarred could
that have been a child's face?
The sweater, where intact, looks
in fact all too familiar.
But one must be sure.

The scoutbelt. Yes thats his.
I recognise the studs he hammered in
not a week ago. At the age
when boys get clothes-conscious
now you know. Its almost
certainly Stephen. But one must
be sure. Remove all trace of doubt.
Pull out every splinter of hope.

Pockets. Empty the pockets.
Handkerchief? Could be any schoolboy's.
Dirty enough. Cigarettes?
Oh this can't be Stephen.
I dont allow him to smoke you see.
He wouldn't disobey me. Not his father.
But that's his penknife. Thats his alright.
And thats his key on the keyring 
Gran gave him just the other night.
Then this must be him.

I think I know what happened
... ... ... about the cigarettes
No doubt he was minding them
for one of the older boys.
Yes thats it.
Thats him.
Thats our Stephen.

Written by George Herbert | Create an image from this poem

Artillery

 As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, 
Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap. 
I rose, and shook my clothes, as knowing well, 
That from small fires comes oft no small mishap. 
When suddenly I heard one say, 
-Do as thou usest, disobey, 
Expell good motions from thy breast, 
Which have the face of fire, but end in rest-. 

I, who had heard of music in the spheres, 
But not of speech in stars, began to muse: 
But turning to my God, whose ministers 
The stars and all things are; if I refuse, 
Dread Lord, said I , so oft my good; 
Then I refuse not ev'n with blood 
To wash away my stubborn thought: 
For I will do, or suffer what I ought. 

But I have also stars and shooters too, 
Born where thy servants both artilleries use. 
My tears and prayers night and day do woo, 
And work up to thee; yet thou dost refuse. 
Not but that I am (I must say still) 
Much more oblig'd to do thy will, 
Than thou to grant mine: but because 
Thy promise now hath ev'n set thee thy laws. 

Then we are shooters both, and thou dost deign 
To enter combat with us, and contest 
With thine own clay. But I would parley fain: 
Shun not my arrows, and behold my breast. 
Yet if thou shunnest, I am thine: 
I must be so, if I am mine. 
There is no articling with thee: 
I am but finite, yet thine infinitely.
Written by Ann Taylor | Create an image from this poem

To a Little Girl That Has Told a Lie

 AND has my darling told a lie? 
Did she forget that GOD was by? 
That GOD, who saw the things she did, 
From whom no action can be hid;
Did she forget that GOD could see
And hear, wherever she might be? 

He made your eyes, and can discern
Whichever way you think to turn; 
He made your ears, and he can hear
When you think nobody is near; 
In every place, by night or day, 
He watches all you do and say. 

Oh, how I wish you would but try
To act, as shall not need a lie; 
And when you wish a thing to do, 
That has been once forbidden you, 
Remember that, nor ever dare
To disobey­, for GOD is there. 

Why should you fear the truth to tell? 
Does falsehood ever do so well? 
Can you be satisfied to know,
There's something wrong to hide below? 
No! let your fault be what it may, 
To own it is the happy way.

So long as you your crime conceal,
You cannot light and gladsome feel: 
Your little heart will seem oppress'd,
As if a weight were on your breast; 
And e'en your mother's eye to meet, 
Will tinge your face with shame and heat. 

Yes, GOD has made your duty clear,
By every blush, by every fear; 
And conscience, like an angel kind, 
Keeps watch to bring it to your mind: 
Its friendly warnings ever heed, 
And neither tell a lie­ nor need.
Written by Robert Burns | Create an image from this poem

20. Stanzas on the same Occasion

 WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene?
 Have I so found it full of pleasing charms?
 Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between—
 Some gleams of sunshine ’mid renewing storms,
 Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
 Or death’s unlovely, dreary, dark abode?
 For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms:
 I tremble to approach an angry God,
And justly smart beneath His sin-avenging rod.


 Fain would I say, “Forgive my foul offence,”
 Fain promise never more to disobey;
 But, should my Author health again dispense,
 Again I might desert fair virtue’s way;
 Again in folly’s part might go astray;
 Again exalt the brute and sink the man;
 Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray
 Who act so counter heavenly mercy’s plan?
Who sin so oft have mourn’d, yet to temptation ran?


 O Thou, great Governor of all below!
 If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee,
 Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,
 Or still the tumult of the raging sea:
 With that controlling pow’r assist ev’n me,
 Those headlong furious passions to confine,
 For all unfit I feel my pow’rs to be,
 To rule their torrent in th’ allowed line;
O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine!
Written by Emily Dickinson | Create an image from this poem

Did we disobey Him?

 Did we disobey Him?
Just one time!
Charged us to forget Him --
But we couldn't learn!

Were Himself -- such a Dunce --
What would we -- do?
Love the dull lad -- best --
Oh, wouldn't you?

Written by Omar Khayyam | Create an image from this poem

What lord is fit to rule but Truth? Not one

What lord is fit to rule but «Truth»? Not one.
What beings disobey His rule? Not one.
All things that are, are such as He decrees;
And naught is there beside beneath the sun.
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