Poems About Fate And Destiny

In this collection, we introduce some of the best poems about fate. The past is your lesson. The present is your gift, and the future is your motivation. Fate is the idea that everything that happens in our lives is already decided.

Some people believe that fate helps us find our way in the world. Others think that we have the power to make our own choices and shape our fate. Fate is like believing in a story where everything happens for a reason.

Fate poems encourage us to think about the events in our lives. By reading through fate poetry, we can gain a better understanding of our own fears and hopes.

Superiority to Fateby

Emily Dickinson

Superiority to fate
Is difficult to learn.
‘T is not conferred by any,
But possible to earn
A pittance at a time,
Until, to her surprise,
The soul with strict economy
Subsists till Paradise.

We Never Know Where We Go,

By Emily Dickinson

We never know we go, — when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate following behind us bolts it,
And we accept no more.

Waiting

By John Burroughs

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.

Thank You

Thanks for the tree
between me & a sniper’s bullet.
I don’t know what made the grass
sway seconds before the Viet Cong
raised his soundless rifle.

Heredity

By Thomas Hardy

I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon

If Poem

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master—
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim—
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.

Apparently With No Surprise

By Emily Dickinson

Apparently with no surprise
To any happy Flower
The Frost beheads it at it’s play –
In accidental power –

Fortune’s Favour

They say that I am small and frail,
And cannot live in stormy seas;
It may be so; yet every sail
Makes shipwreck in the swelling breeze.
Not strength nor size can then hold fast;
But Fortune’s favour, Heaven’s decree:
Let others trust in oar and mast;
But may the gods take care of me.

A Man

By Emily Dickinson

Fate slew him, but he did not drop.
She felled — he did not fall
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes.
He neutralized them all.
She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
Acknowledged him a man.

Destiny

  By: Andrew Downing

A wise old mother is Nature–
She guideth her children’s feet
In many a flowery pathway;
And her strong life-currents beat,
Sometimes in intricate channels–
As a mountain stream may run–
But ever her purpose triumphs,
And ever the goal is won.
Her eyes are the eyes of Argus,
And she utters her decree:
The brook shall come to the river,
And the river shall reach the sea.

 

We have failed to read the riddle
Of the impulse and desire,
That burn in the soul of being,
Like the sun’s great heart of fire,
Impelling the bird, storm-drifted,
To come to its sheltered nest,
And the mother to bring her baby
The warmth of her shielding breast;
And the blossom to yield its honey
As the spoil of the bandit bee–
While the brook goes down to the river
And the river reaches the sea.

 

But whatsoever we name it–
Be it Destiny, or Fate–
It leads the prince to his kingdom,
The king to his palace gate;
The lover shall taste the kisses
That grow on the maiden’s lips;
And safe, in the land-locked harbor,
Shall be moored the wand’ring ships;
And the soul shall gain its heaven–
Where the white-robed angels be–
And the brook shall blend with the river
And the river shall wed the sea.

These are the poems about fate. I hope you people enjoyed these.

FAQS