Dying in Their Wisdom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Biting of the forbidden fruit dying to our God no longer his creation sentient, dying in their wisdom after following ...
Poems about forbidden (31 Poems)
Dying in the Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the moment choosing sin, disobedience a state of grace lost forever dying in the garden suddenly aware of their ...
Honor, Respect, and Fear (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Honor, respect, and fear shades of meaning to understand the first step the beginning of wisdom Always present, all powerful ...
The Wisdom in Fear (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Understanding, from the beginning awe and respect, aware our distance from you humbling ourselves wisdom in fear before you Creator ...
Fear of the Lord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not our equal merely in his image a pale copy, feet of clay dust into whom you alone breathe life ...
Very Good (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the sixth day, the Lord looked on creation the humans he had created, the man, the woman those born ...
Accepting Limits (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God said we could do so much could walk in the garden, eat of the fruits of all creation save ...
The Beginning of Wisdom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the beginning, we were afraid we knew our nakedness biting into the flesh of the fruit of the forbidden ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
The Man And His Horse (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Curfew (Paul Eluard Poem)
What else could we do, for the doors were guarded, What else could we do, for they had imprisoned us, ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Confined Love (John Donne Poem)
Some man unworthy to be possessor Of old or new love, himself being false or weak, Thought his pain and ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy ...
Forbidden Fruit a flavor has (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Forbidden Fruit a flavor has That lawful Orchards mocks -- How luscious lies within the Pod The Pea that Duty ...
Success is counted sweetest (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all ...
The Buddhist (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
The Buddhist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Nightingales (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your ...
Low Barometer (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Limits (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
217. Song-The Lad they ca’ Jumpin John (Robert Burns Poems)
HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't the browst she brew'd, Wad taste sae ...
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment (Robert Burns Poem)
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...