Best Fatalist Poems
Qué será, será; what will be, will be.
This proverb or expression many know.
It means if you are living with regrets,
for heaven’s sake, just let those feelings go.
There’s no use crying over milk that’s spilled.
(that’s another goodie for what I mean).
Take the bull by the horns and Giddy up!
Be an adult. You are not still thirteen.
Qué será, será. What will be will be.
This also means fate is a giant thing.
So important is this saying there’s a song
for it, which Doris Day was first to sing.
How interesting the date the song was published.
It was my birth year, nineteen-fifty-five.
Maybe that’s why I find it appealing.
Decades later, the song and I both thrive.
A fatalist am I, so I believe
quite strongly there are things we can’t control.
For all the good we do, bad still can happen.
You’re on a roll; next day you’re in a hole.
Chin up; keep on going long as you can.
Struck down? Just smile and sing your cares away.
With qué será and what will be, will be
great sayings just keep coming into play!
Feb. 14, 2023
Inspired by the song sung by Doris Day
For the 'STRAND PREMIER NO 1192' Poetry Contest
Categories:
fatalist, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear dada
add an “ist”
to it all
I reject
in the face
of it all
Aestheticism
true beauty
is found in the
ugliness of it all
peaking out
under coverlets
of mud
throwing
spit balls
of pulchitrude
wrapped up
time bombs
that stick
to the banal
unexpected beauty …
of it all,
ambitious
edges and curves
open and inviting
accompanied by caveats
there will be
splendid over-ripe
gardens of Eden
followed teasingly
in close pursuit, by the
madhatters’ tea parties
and Hugos' balls
rooms too large,
and rooms too small
it’s all
rather
simple
underneath
the dirt
of it all
precious
and most expensive
jewels are found
smudged kisses
mascara stained
cheeks of Cinderellas
holding spaces
for roses are red
and violets are blue
daisy chains
of love me
love me knots
tightly
tied
small victories
virtues held
and lost, conquests
stroking glass slippers
drinking in the gins
and espousing
their 3 wishes
looking for
long lost Kings
failing that,
settling for
paupers, not
princes
their crystal balls
over brave and
missing the mark
shattering
then later
lying unclaimed
under the sun
melting
through the
flaws
Dear dada
add an “ist”
to it all
escapist
artist
tourist
minimalist
extremist
illusionist
fatalist
but never
realist
escape artist
mud wrestling naked
in poetic jello, at the
Cabaret Voltaire
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Dadaist.
Categories:
fatalist, art, muse, poets, satire,
Form:
Free verse
diamante
optimist
auspicious, positive
hoping, unveiling, explaining
enthusiast, energy - lethargy, fatalist
complaining, curtailing, groping
negative, suspicious
pessimist
Categories:
fatalist, 11th grade, stress, words,
Form:
Diamante
after the sky drops.
The walking corpses come out
the veil of night masks
the decay
the rot
of humanity
Plague of the earth.
Found from the ashes
My phoenix we bled
Has she ever
thought love between
us, inside
her, filled up an empty bed.
No longer bereft,
somnolence
and love drowns my head.
Convalescent
Bemire emotion
I wash and rinse
what is left,
asking what we are
if no longer
dead?
Gold from lead.
The lifting sky
Our connubial affair.
The truths, I face,
we share,
She Said.
"when will it die?"
closing empty space
A diffident devotion
Within her embrace
a softly recited
poem unread
berceuse
tantric lullaby
healing the blighted
fading destiny to refuse
to claim or to lose.
An onus I malinger..
to choose.
Execration
of an inner fatalist
hopeless abuse.
Quantum entanglement
schismatic resentment
prepossessed
inspiring muse
of the alchemists
A bibulous creation
intimate turpitude.
sovereignty
asunder this hell
her orbit with abaddon.
Dissolution
her need to dispel
incertitude.
Inordinate.
Gravity well
collapsing in on itself
eternal
infinite
end
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Categories:
fatalist, beautiful, feelings, for her,
Form:
Free verse
laughter
filter through the sun
whispers
a whole host of brevity
through the corridor of my mind one would suffice
once this life is lived never another chance at which to roll the dice
a fatalist
like a bird on a wire
snap shot moments of our past
hoping that you would soon grasp
a memory of a distant shore
the quest to want more
we are buried yet burdened from deep inside
the sweat of the hands
when will we ever live to understand
lucid dreams
things falling apart at the seams
lets look ahead and never from behind
the crust of the bisquit is the apostrophe
better off letting things be
Categories:
fatalist, america, anxiety, art,
Form:
Free verse
Although there is a vast difference between Fate and Faith,
I can understand how 'fatalism' enters the psychic of us mortals. But
If any of the animal species were asked if they believed in 'Fatalism',
I am convinced that they would unequivocally say, "No, of course not".
They would go on to say that although instinct makes up a great part
of the animal species, they do not take kindly to the idea that they
are 'NOT' responsible for their own meals and certainly their security.
Although the development of fatalism is said to have been found in ancient
Greek and Roman mythology, I rather believe that it remained a myth among
the leadership. How could they become so great by believing that their destiny was a 'binding decree'? No, I think that they made a willful choice to be great.
I suspect that after a few minutes in the ring with George Foreman,
Mahamad Ali's body felt like 'passive acceptance' was the only exit strategy
for him. But at some point, the power of choice and will came into play, and
the 'Rope-A-Dope' idea was conceived. Hope was born and endurance came alive. Were Ali a fatalist, defeat was certain and, in that fight, hopelessness would have been his only crown. Hope finds a way. Faith makes the difference.
081722PSCtest, This or That, Vol. 13, Eedward Ebeh
Categories:
fatalist, christian, destiny, hope,
Form:
Verse
Are you an optimistic realist
or a realistic optimist?
Are you a fatalistic humanist
or a humanistic fatalist?
Staunchly capitalistic rules out socialistic
but can't socialistic flirt a bit with capitalistic?
Artistic may be wildly narcissistic
yet is narcissistic necessarily artistic?
If nihilism goes ballistic
Are ballistics then nihilistic?
Calvinistic is never hedonistic
but might hedonistic become Calvinistic?
The theistic frown on the atheistic
yet the atheistic themselves were once theistic
The egoistic are not likely to be altruistic
but the altruistic may well be egoistic
Linguistics is so much more than dry statistics
yet statistics make or break theories of linguistics
The opportunistics are not naturally idealistic
but the idealistic must often be opportunistic
Can something simplistic be pluralistic
or something pluralistic be simplistic?
To be perfectly objectivistic
~ I am frankly rather pessimistic
Categories:
fatalist, philosophy, word play,
Form:
Monorhyme
Broken trust brings a nation’s end.
The Elite lie as we wash their feet.
We tried discourse with unwilling men;
We can’t agree on what is seen.
A great nation brought to the edge,
To the edge of the abyss.
All because of what they said
Of the people that resist.
People say “let the nation rest
In the grave of history.”
All because of what they read
Of lies called a “News Story.”
People help bring in her death.
“Division is the way to peace.”
Enemies cheer on when they see
Our suicidal fantasies.
(copyright 2022 GreatFaith)
8/11/2022
Strong Emotions Poetry contest
Categories:
fatalist, america, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
If I told you that her eyes said it all,
what do you suppose her eyes really said?
Do you assume her eyes spoke to me of love,
or do you think they wished that I were dead?
Are you a romantic deep at heart
who assumes a flirtatious point of view;
or are you a true fatalist
who has given the evil eye yourself a time or two?
Did you immediately think it was a look of love
beckoning to her bed;
or was your thought it must be full of hate
from a spurned eye looking at me instead?
Well, since the look from those eyes
was intended directly for me,
I’ll keep the meaning behind the look
my own little mystery.
Categories:
fatalist, mystery, social, me,
Form:
Rhyme
nothing ventured
nothing gained
no love indentured
no hope feigned
nothing known
nothing felt
no way grown
not humbly knelt
"is what it is"
"can't be changed"
so often he says
alone, estranged
nothing expected
nothing missed
nothing desired
the fatalist
© Goode Guy 2011-06-07
Categories:
fatalist, life, philosophy
Form:
Quatrain
Black Monday
October 19, 1987
Miracle Man
October 19, 2020
My visage revealed the place life found me in,
the events weren’t kind to me that day.
The stock market crash caused many chagrin,
I should have been in cash but had chosen to stay.
Not being a fatalist I continued to invest,
Equating it to eating peaches without encountering a pit.
I’ve picked a few bad peaches since, but God has blessed,
The risk I’m willing to accept determines what I get.
Investing is like baseball,
Sometimes you hit home runs, other times you strike out,
And sooner or later you will do both.
Rewards seldom come without risk.
Tom
Categories:
fatalist, blessing, faith, truth,
Form:
Lyric
~he knows; has been warned he's self-destructing, yet turns the other cheek. why?~
Categories:
fatalist, dark, poetry,
Form:
Monoku
Four men in a boat,
afloat in the ocean.
The winds are still,
the sails have no motion.
The Optimist waits for the winds
with great anticipation.
The Pessimist shakes his head
and curses in quite desperation.
The Fatalist begins to cry
and screams, "We're going to die!
The Realist lets out a Rebel Yell,
takes a drink of whiskey
and calmly adjusts the sails!
Categories:
fatalist, 12th grade, appreciation, cheer
Form:
Rhyme
If the darkness fails to engulf you, the light will.
When the chaos can not drown your thoughts, the silence will.
If the hatred refuse to make your scars bleed,
The adoration can not heal.
Yet if Life fails to make you understand, the void in which we live,
Give Death a chance for what you want to see.
Dear pessimist, my friend,
Try to understand a simple thing.
You have your sight in light,
Your sanity in silence.
Your faith in friends and your love in peace.
Then what shall death do if you bow down and kiss?
A fatalist blames the fate, an idealist dreams to be lost
"In an ideal world, how much does misery and death cost?"
Every day and every while,
You get to live a spectator's dream
Yet you are not happy with the way it seems?
But as I think of every situation that goes downhill,
I compare myself with all those living as they will
I hate to accept the fact that I might never
Love myself the way others love me,
I was born late but realised real quick
That self doubt is my one and only enemy.
Time may run faster than you blink,
But you still have more time than you think.
To change yourself in the way you dream,
To favour yourself over all your doubtful perspectives
Open your eyes, my friend, and your light shall never dim.
-to all who suffer silently :
"Wait for your light to shine,
it isn't extinguished, just waiting
for the right moment!"
Categories:
fatalist, anger, anxiety, beauty, death,
Form:
Free verse
My days are numbered
I sense scant few
no count on precisely
but know that its true.
I might make some changes
if only I knew
though change is unlikely
not having a clue.
Looking out over yonder
past some fog in my brain
no foretelling the future
as the days they do wane.
Passing thoughts
.......introspection
not a fatalist view
just a self realization
the days remaining are few!
Categories:
fatalist, fate, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme