Gedichten over het onderwerp: doubt

Gedichten over het onderwerp “doubt” op Poets.by.

GeïnspireerdRobert Louis Stevenson

If This Were Faith

God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; That I ask nor hope nor hire, Nut in the husk, Nor dawn beyond the dusk, Nor life beyond death: God, if this were faith! Having felt thy wind in my face Spit sorrow and disgrace, Having seen thine evil doom In Golgotha and Khartoum, And the brutes, the work of thine hands, Fill with injustice lands And stain with blood the sea: If still in my veins the glee
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Mal vivant

doubt flowers in each place I drink each quiet home with the misfortune of having me within about my art about my purpose and I rant till past two
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Guerrilleros

looking like people that had taken leave of the world we would go off to meet the enemy towards evening just as the great difference between us was in doubt
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Provisions

saved by art which puts us into doubt all my cake will be dough like night returned to a wing
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Imposter’s syndrome

at a conference my paper tricks a blind hand into rising like a tick to see how simply I bleed
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Sketchy

to draw a picture I take pains to observe more than before ink all in a fresh light with perspective to delude one’s eye it would make a man doubt that ever he saw anything
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Jailer

I have not made as much as I would choose but I keep all doubt locked up a nonsensical thing I fear as a cousin of the hive
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Prevaricator

I traffic in doubt an altered state that I must not visit but my own body was the world I lacked most like a debt run farther and farther up
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Theotokos

things turn in my mind doubt will operate as water for something iron but what passed last night can I be with child what can I be making that might know me
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The way home

I change onto a little side road only to keep being doubtful what I have of night might ease my mind
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Outcaste

I am a stranger to the committee against anything distasteful an old hat left to lie at the end of town I believe in doubt and seek to be content