Fate Poems

Fate poems make one believe that everything in life was predetermined by the fate. The powerful role of fate is above each one of us and one can just dance like a puppet in the hands of fate. The glorified and harsh acts of fate are the major theme of the fate poetry but fate can be kind enough to help one reach his goal. Many poems about human fate portray the cruel fate of nature in lovers’ lives, who are awaiting their destiny when they can finally meet and be together. Poems on fate summarize the fact that whatever happens is not just the fault or deed of humans or anyone else but it was all fated long ago. In our collection of fate poetry the verses of different fates sometimes make one feel tragic but others can give a positive outlook towards the outcome of the fate.

Fate

Fate long poem

I wasn’t impressed by her looks or stature I never thought she deserves a re-look I came to know my friend was interested in her I teased my friend for falling for her I laughed at myself for my friend’s

Fate

Fate short poem

Born as female child much against their wish makes the parents reconcile to their fate Me lagging behind in studies in spite of my best efforts make parents feel like salt added to their wound and they start cursing their

The Shepherd Of Fate

The Shepherd Of Fate short poem

Who is the shepherd of fate? Nobody knows the answer to date A rhetorical question that provokes hate Seven out of eight Feel we are the masters of our own fate They say we control our mates They say we

Our Fate In Our Hands

Our Fate In Our Hands short poem

Born in the filth and dirt, mocked and jeered everywhere, shouted and screamed at always, with the vision of people coming home with bloody hands and a gun in pocket, ever said to be born with a fate like that,

Changing My Fate

Changing My Fate short poem

Hooked on to a few things, Breaking free is not easy… Got to kill these habits, They’ve been making me lazy… Somethings I do make me, Feel so awkward sometimes… But old habits don’t die fast, We’ve heard it every

Fate Of Every Relation

Fate Of Every Relation short poem

Why in every relation Coming our way Beginning with its amazing intensity The warmth the coziness Like morning suns ray And just when you feel Comfortable settling It starts to wither away Falling like leaves of autumn day What is

Fate Of Man

Fate Of Man short poem

The roses you bring every morning become an interval between hope and ending. Thinking about it, impulsively I contradict God against humanity. Little murder here and there of nihilism, sweet smell of faith, taking any road to reach the climax,

Time And A Place Will Come Fate Decrees

Time And A Place Will Come Fate Decrees short poem

We all leave tracks behind us just trails our only fate Some are staring in your face and some are so faint Don’t spend your time looking back do not hesitate Because if you live in the past your future

Fate

Fate short poem

She screamed at the edge “Fate cannot be changed”, she fell I reached my hand, like many times This time I catch thin air I screamed, shouted, begged She never came She was tired of the game That she was

We The Fate Makers

We The Fate Makers short poem

To stay in peace Shun going clinics, Never do any such Need to near police. For the first Be used to walks And light exercises To stay fit, For the second Never ever argue To avoid any rift. Both save

Fate Vindicated

Fate Vindicated long poem

Love letters from L.A. so sweet Every line makes my heart skip A beat, I know someday we will Be together because I believe The heart can bridge any distance No matter the miles that separate Us today, no and

Fate Of The Key

Fate Of The Key short poem

Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for

What Could Be My Fate?

What Could Be My Fate? short poem

I look at myself in the mirror wondering about my present state reflected rays become dimmer what could be my fate? Some strangers say they’re there for me some friends don’t say a word but then comes the sting of

Fate

Fate short poem

A young girl stood tall But was ready to fall A young boy stood strong But had been for too long Little did they know A plan was made long ago They were to be an earthquake They were to

Fate Of Humankind

Fate Of Humankind prose poem

We see good and evil in our world. To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in

Weave It Your Fate

Weave It Your Fate ode

Free we are born Surrounded by Modern and torn Idle and sly Put together your thread Just soar ahead With a sustainable choice Raise it your voice Weave it your fate Never be late Establish now No matter how An

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I long for a Pauper’s Grave

I long for a Paupers Grave short poem

When I depart the realm of the terrestrial for the splendour of the celestial, do not bury my remains in the valley of the Kings, for robbers would move my bones in search of gold rings. I detest sharing the

Writing On The Wall

Writing On The Wall prose poem

The day I was born written was the day I would burn The day I went to school written was the fate of what I churn The day I got married written where I am destined The day I retired

Destiny?

Destiny? sonnet poems

What rules the lives of men: beggars and kings, And those between, that unseats or installs, That crowns, exiles, or that sweetens or stings, While Fate has claimed the risings and the falls? Had all outcomes been rigged for loves

Love Sonnet 169

Love Sonnet 169 sonnet poems

I now see sadness on the pristine sand, In faded footprints, you have failed to make, More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand, Before their fate, that only sands could take: To be the dunes, where dwell

Miss Fortune And The Poet

Miss Fortune And The Poet long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

The Feather On The Trigger

The Feather On The Trigger long poem

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it when all’s said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped over here by a winning smile from

Stay. And complete me.

Stay. And complete me. prose poem

I’m watching us in my mind’s eye bound together like thunder and lightning to get away from the world and into secret places We’re gushing alive flaming flickering love bursting born leaving nothing to chance until we fade out. Then…

Fallen Men

Fallen Men short poem

Fallen men the perpetrators of unspeakable crimes are doomed to suffer in silence behind the bars of infinity even as fate creates a mirage of redemption they are fooled to believe that they can embody a mortal lead a full

Innocence

Innocence short poem

I am no more innocent but I still recall the child I was.. when I stared into the eyes of demon and let him crumble me me a passive entity just trying to break free I don’t remember when I

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,

Natasha

Natasha long poem

She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s

As Fleet As A Life

As Fleet As A Life short poem

To end up alone in a world full of pain Where life has become just a cold dark refrain To drift along on the cold dark tracks On maps of a mind that is fading to black A face; a

Love Sonnet 95

Love Sonnet 95 sonnet poems

When Good Fortune Eludes A Caring Heart, And love, or lack thereof, causes a blight, The lovers sworn to vow that’s torn apart, Will hardly keep their joys from taking flight; Remembered tenderness of happier days, Intensifies the pains of

A Sojourn Solitary Traveller

A Sojourn Solitary Traveller short poem

Again, he embarks on this journey, A journey without destination With a slight change; This time, it is alone A sojourn solitary traveller Traversing through the trivialities of life Filled with passion Searching for a quest, A bit of compassion,

Part Of God’s Plans

Part Of Gods Plans short poem

A boat cannot sail with yesterday’s winds, so I live for today, I do not know what tomorrow may bring, so I live for today, life is what it is, life, enjoy while you can, for we are nothing but

The Compassion Of God

The Compassion Of God short poem

Live today, like there is no tomorrow, Confessing to God, all your sins, and sorrow. Let not the sun go down, upon your wrath, In his blood of forgiveness, take a bath. For there is no promise, of tomorrow you

Love at Stake

Love at Stake short poem

To love Or to be loved That’s the question. Not that it was always like this before. It used to be much easier To love and to be loved with the beat When we used to believe in us. Yet

My Jewel

My Jewel short poem

Amber your name burns like the embers in a fire, you’re more beautiful than a ruby an saphire, the shimmer shine that you reflect is more valuable than you expect, A precise jewel like you is hard to find, while

That Same Silly Dress

That Same Silly Dress prose poem

Looking at the mirror, I remembered, The day you had bought that dress for me. That silly dress, the one in black with white polka dots. You had told me, that when you come back, We would dance together in

Faithless Hands

Faithless Hands short poem

There were subtle declines, still I opted for incompleteness. A fierce battle was raging. I think to start my descent in roofless castle of mania to watch the self-destruction of a landscape. Thousands were squatting on mud tracks. till the

Share Unfair

Share Unfair short poem

Regardless of contentions being branded reprobate Carried on just believing a share of my dished fate Others with own schema never once looked behind Kept waiting in expectancy but bliss was hard to find Harsh while in beginning then slowly

Hurry, Hurry

Hurry, Hurry short poem

Don’t look around, Don’t stop and say hi. No time for the flowers You don’t see the sky. When I get older, Then I’ll slow down. But now I must hurry, Got to cover lots of ground. Who has the

Shinigami

Shinigami short poem

My notebook is ultimate power; My pen is my sword as I write the names of Earth’s human scum. Their faces flash through my mind. And soon they will meet their “maker.” God had told Abraham: “Thou shalt not kill.”