Fear poems
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The Windigo
© William Henry Drummond
Cyprien is los' hees w'issle, Cyprien is los' hees
chain
Injun Johnnie he mus' fin' it, even if de win'
is high
Doubting
© Henry Kendall
And said an ancient faith is dead
And wonder fills my mind:
I marvel how the blind have led
So long the blind.
If
© Yahia Lababidi
If there were more than one of me
I'd shave my head and grow my beard
I'd be a Doctor of Theology
The Rebel Scot
© John Cleveland
Yet wonder not at this their happy choice,
The serpent's fatal still to Paradise.
Sure, England hath the hemorrhoids, and these
On the north postern of the patient seize
Like leeches; thus they physically thirst
After our blood, but in the cure shall burst!
It's Good To Have a Friend Like You!
© Faye Diane Kilday
It's good to have a friend like you,Whose friendship is sincere and true!Someone to lend a helping hand,To care for me and understand.
When I am feeling sad and blue,It's good to have a friend like you,To help me sort my troubles out,And clear my mind of fear and doubt.
It's good to have a friend like you,Just thinking of the things we do,Sharing secrets, cups of tea...Life is good when you're with me!
Fun loving, kind, sincere and true,These words describe a friend...like you! © Faye Kilday 1999
Fear Not God Or Love
© Faye Diane Kilday
God is love and love is notsomething you should fear.
Respect love? Yes! Honour love? Yes! Embrace love? Yes! But fear love? No!
For when you fear love youfear life. And when you fear life whatdo you have but death.Death of all that is good and pureand wonderful in the world...In the universe.
So fear not God or love.For God is love and love is ALL.© Faye Kilday 2005
Love Chapter II
© Khalil Gibran
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
All the Hills and Vales Along
© Charles Hamilton Sorley
All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
A Letter From the Trenches to a School Friend
© Charles Hamilton Sorley
I have not brought my Odyssey
With me here across the sea;
But you'll remember, when I say
How, when they went down Sparta way,
A Supplication
© Abraham Cowley
Awake, awake, my Lyre!
And tell thy silent master's humble tale
In sounds that may prevail;
Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:
A Song
© Edgar Albert Guest
Rough be the road and long,
Steep be the hills ahead,
Grant that my faith be strong,
Fearlessly let me tread.
After the day's hard test
Home with its peaceful rest.
Sonnet LVIII: In Former Times
© Michael Drayton
In former times such as had store of coin,
In wars at home, or when for conquests bound,
For fear that some their treasure should purloin,
Gave it to keep to spirits within the ground,
A Farewell to the World
© Benjamin Jonson
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought
That hour upon my morn of age;
Henceforth I quit thee from my thought,
My part is ended on thy stage.
Sonnet XXXI: Methinks I See
© Michael Drayton
To the CriticMethinks I see some crooked mimic jeer,
And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace,
Turning my papers asks, "What have we here?"
Making withal some filthy antic face.
Summer By The Lakeside: Lake Winnipesaukee
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I. NOON.
White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,
Light mists, whose soft embraces keep
The sunshine on the hills asleep!
Andromeda Unfettered
© Muriel Stuart
Nay, what do you seek?
If of men we be chained,
Our chains be of gold,
If the fetters we break
What conquest is gained?
Shall a hill-top out-spread a pavilion more safe than our palace hold?
Sonnet L: As in Some Countries
© Michael Drayton
As in some countries far remote from hence
The wretched creature destined to die,
Having the judgement due to his offence,
By surgeons begg'd, their art on him to try,
Sonnet II: My Heart Was Slain
© Michael Drayton
My heart was slain, and none but you and I;
Who should I think the murther should commit,
Since but yourself there was no creature by,
But only I, guiltless of murth'ring it?
