Sympathy Quotes » Thematic Poems and Poetry

Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope – Hope Poems

lucky — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 04:46:33 +0000

SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,
That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod
And the great woods embower me, and white dawn
And purple even sweetly lead me on
From day to day, and night to night, O God,
My life shall no wise miss the light of love;
But ever climbing, climb above
Man’s one poor star, man’s supine lands,
Into the azure steadfastness of death,
My life shall no wise lack the light of love,
My hands not lack the loving touch of hands;
But day by day, while yet I draw my breath,
And day by day, unto my last of years,
I shall be one that has a perfect friend.
Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears,
And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.

(Poem By Robert Louis Stevenson)

A Lost Penny Found – Lost Poems

lucky — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 06:23:47 +0000

The parable made flesh
The words given meaning
In the person of the repentant Saul
The one who was found
Who received mercy
From the Son, while yet he was
Persecuting him, his believers,
A lost coin found on the road,
Cleaned and carried close to the vest
A coin of great value,
Well worth the sacrifice
The special effort
One coin to find.

(Poem By Raymond A. Foss)

One Lost Sheep – Lost Poems

lucky — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 04:27:57 +0000

We are each a precious member
The flock of the shepherd,
One who knows the Master’s voice
Who comes when called
When we are lost, the Shepherd
Seeks us out, finds us, as we are
Carries us, lovingly, back into the fold
Back to the flock, to the safety
The nurturing, the growing
Within the community
Fellow members, fellow followers
At great cost, the shepherd
Leaves the flock
To save one lost sheep

(Poem By Raymond A. Foss)

Lost Sheep – Lost Poems

lucky — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 06:27:16 +0000

A world turned upside down
searching high and low, for one lost sheep,
for one lost coin, leaving others
to chance, to the wilderness
consuming energy, to find one
when others are in hand
Searching endlessly for the one
the one who needs to be found
saved from their lost state
brought home, into the flock,
into the fold once more

(Poem By Raymond A. Foss)

The Lost Dances of Cranes – Lost Poems

lucky — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 08:10:17 +0000

Your fields are empty now.
Only your ghosts dance
while cranes of another kind
dance cities into being.

All that remain of you are
a fading crackle of your energy
and some grainy video footage
that people in the new cities

will watch to marvel
at the wonders the world

Well I Have Lost You – Lost Poems

lucky — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 06:17:23 +0000

Well, I have lost you and I lost you fairly;
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proud than this one went.
Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess; but that’s permitted me;
Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.
If I had loved you less or played you slyly
I might have held you for a summer more,
But at the cost of words I value highly,
And no such summer as the one before.
Should I outlive this anguish—and men do—
I shall have only good to say of you.

(Poem By Edna St. Vincent Millay)

The Lost Dancer – Lost Poems

lucky — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 06:13:41 +0000

Spatial depths of being survive
The birth to death recurrences
Of feet dancing on earth of sand;
Vibrations of the dance survive
The sand; the sand, elect, survives
The dancer. He can find no source
Of magic adequate to bind
The sand upon his feet, his feet
Upon his dance, his dance upon
The diamond body of his being.

(Poem By Jean Toomer)

Paradise Lost Book – Lost Poems

lucky — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 05:42:11 +0000

Higgledy piggeldy
Archangel Rafael,
Speaking of Satan’s re-
Bellion from God:

“Chap was decidedly
Turgiversational,
Given to lewdness and
Rodomontade.

(Poem By Anthony Hecht)

A Youth That Had Lost His Love – Lost Poems

lucky — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 05:47:40 +0000

What needs complaints
When she a place
Has with the race
Of saints?
In endless mirth,
She thinks not on
What’s said or done
In earth
She sees no tears
Or any tone
Of thy deep groan
She hears
Nor does she mind
Or think on’t now
That ever thou
Wast kind
But changed above
She likes not there
As she did here
Thy love
Forbear, therefore,
And lull asleep
Thy woes, and weep
No more.

Lost Love – Lost Poems

lucky — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 03:24:17 +0000

His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the startled spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
Across two counties he can hear
And catch your words before you speak.
The woodlouse or the maggot’s weak
Clamour rings in his sad ear,
And noise so slight it would surpass
Credence–drinking sound of grass,
Worm talk, clashing jaws of moth
Chumbling holes in cloth;
The groan of ants who undertake
Gigantic loads for honour’s sake
(Their sinews creak, their breath comes thin);
Whir of spiders when they spin,
And minute whispering, mumbling, sighs
Of idle grubs and flies.
This man is quickened so with grief,
He wanders god-like or like thief
Inside and out, below, above,

Without relief seeking lost love.

(Poem By Robert Graves)