Fatalism Poems - Poems about Fatalism

*Fatalism* Idiot politicians who believe in the belief that there is nothing to do to prevent events from happening or to take precautions to lessen the risks have already attempted to create a world blackening To tell the truth, in my country TURKIYE, as a result of their NONSENSE religious beliefs there are a great number of idiot politicians like those...

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powerless to the force of fate? the futility of human will when fate swallows free will like a tidal sea when choice is neither safe nor certain you embrace everything happening as fate's design, ...

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Many people say we have free will and some try to bolster us with quotes like “Faith can move a mountain.” Some people ask for prayers when they are hurting or ill. Yes, prayers may help ease pain or even produce miracles. But who’s to say that prayers have really made the difference? Do you ever stop to ask yourself why it...

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Of Fatalism Neither Fate is the Director. Nor you the puppet or Actor. Life is dynamic not stagnant Choose path on determination. Meet challenge in every fragment of...

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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...

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As Siamese cat frightens the pygmy jerboa rat, So too humans under fate or destiny's habitat; I am chained; grab-hooked; the master-link is held by someone, Like a stray dog, I am pulled; dragged; by everyone outdone...! I am unquenchable; thirsty; my ponds are troubled, yet, Though this has been against my wish, my tongue I cannot wet;...

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If I were to listen to and accept the fatalist's speech how could I humbly pray to God and to Him, beseech that He help guide the path on which I should walk? No, I could not, so I denounce such dour dogmatic talk. I refuse to believe my future has already been charted or from the first drawn breath...

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My flowers had not yet even bloomed, But evil demons gaped at me, Lust making their eyes sparkle And saliva drooling from their lips, Hungry, For the shade that my garden Could give to their scorching skin Their thirst pushed me towards an abyss Falling into which I stopped living, Existing as a mere puppet would, Needing only my food and my sleep to sustain myself! But...

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*Image of Pendulum by Pixabay. Of Fatalism 'Tis past the eleventh hour, As time ..., Here in the bunker, I walked away from the Atomic Clock whose pendulum terminated its sway, Walked I, away from expressionless gazes of our hereafter, Longings tethered to massive cement deterrents laden with steel rods that point every which way, It encompasses us, hanging as fitting sheaths insulating...

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Oh God, the fatal “ism” of the “isms” The heart and soul of life And all its schisms. Collisions at great speed That caused it all Or wait!! Perhaps…If Eve…. had let the apple fall? Pray tell, it makes no difference How we pray For in the world of fate We all just bray. And if by chance we dare To turn away The “ism” of our...

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