12 Poems About Peace

A collection of poems about peace to inspire you. Peace is found in many different ways, peace within the country you live, peace within the family, but inner peace is perhaps the most important for a happy life. Read the poet's thoughts about peace in this collection.

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  1. Looking For Peace
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    I found peace in my country
    And peace city wide
    But what I was longing for
    Is peace within my heart.

    I tried many things that
    I thought would bring me peace
    But none of these things
    Gave me a peace of heart

    Then I encountered Jesus
    And found a peace unlike any other
    A peace that passes all understanding
    A peace within my heart!

  2. The Things That Count
    Poet: Clarence Urmy

    Not what we have, but what we use;
    Not what we see, but what we choose -
    These are the things that mar or bless
    The sum of human happiness.

    The things near by, not things afar;
    Not what we seem, but what we are -
    These are things that make or break.
    That give the heart its joy or ache.

    Not what seems fair, but what is true;
    Not what we dream, but good we do -
    These are the things that shine like gems,
    Like stars, in Fortune's diadems.

    Not as we take, but as we give;
    Not as we pray, but as we live -
    These are the things that make for peace,
    Both now and after Time shall cease.

  3. Heaven On Earth
    Poet: Wolfgang Christoph Desslerr

    What comforts, Lord, to those are given,
    Who seek in Thee their home and rest!
    They find on earth an opening heaven.
    And in Thy peace are amply blest

    Their tranquil joy no troubles banish;
    Their hiding-place is safe above!
    The dismal clouds of night must vanish
    At dawning of Thy light of love!

  4. Calm Me
    Poet: Matthew Arnold

    Calm Soul of all things! make it mine
    To feel, amid the city's jar,
    That there abides a peace of thine
    Man did not make, and cannot mar!

    The will to neither strive nor cry.
    The power to feel with others give!
    Calm, calm me more! nor let me die
    Before I have begun to live.

  5. God's Smile
    Poet: Unknown

    God's smile is on the waters,
    His spirit in the air,
    My glad heart owns His presence,
    And swells with thankful prayer.
    A peace serene and holy
    All Nature's being fills,
    Breathes from the fragrant lilies.
    Crowns all the circling hills.
    Whispers in trembling tree- tops.
    Sings in my grateful breast.
    Where care and grief and longing
    Are hushed in trustful rest.

  6. True Rest
    Poet: Lucy Fletcher

    God sends sometimes a stillness in our life,
    The bivouac, the sleep,
    When on the silent battle-field the strife
    Is hushed in slumber deep.
    When wearied hearts exhausted sink to rest,
    Remembering nor the struggle nor the quest.

    We know such hours, when the dim dewy night
    Bids day's hot turmoil cease;
    When star by star steals noiselessly in sight,
    With silent smiles of peace;
    When we lay down our load, and half forget
    The morrow comes, and we must bear it yet.

    We know such hours, when after days of pain.
    And nights when sleep was not,
    God gives us ease and peace and calm again.
    Till, all the past forgot,
    We say, in rest and thankfulness most deep,
    E'en so "He giveth His beloved sleep."

    When some strong chain that bound us by God's strength
    Is loosed or torn apart;
    Or when, beloved and longed-for, come at length,
    Some friend makes glad our heart;
    We know the calm that follows on such bliss,
    That looks no farther, satisfied with this.

    God does not always loose the chain, nor give
    The loved ones back to us;
    Sometimes 'mid strife and tumult we must live,
    Learning His silence thus:
    There is a rest for those who bear His will,
    A peacefulness than freedom sweeter still.

    He giveth rest more perfect, pure, and true,
    While we His burthen bear;
    It springeth not from parted pain, but through
    The accepted blessing there;
    The lesson pondered o'er with thoughtful eyes,
    The faith that sees in all a meaning wise.

    Deep in the heart of pain God's hand hath set
    A hidden rest and bliss;
    Take as His gift the pain, the gift brings yet
    A truer happiness;
    God's voice speaks, through it all, the high behest
    That bids His people enter into rest.

  7. How Beautiful To Be Alive
    Poet: Henry Septimus Sutton

    How beautiful it is to be alive!
    To wake each morn as if the Maker's grace
    Did us afresh from nothingness derive
    That we might sing 'How happy is our case!
    How beautiful it is to be alive!'

    To read in some good book until we feel
    Love for the one who wrote it: then to kneel
    Close unto Him whose love our souls will shrive
    While every moment's joy doth more reveal
    How beautiful it is to be alive.

    Rather to go without what might increase
    Our worldly standing, than our souls deprive
    Of frequent speech with God, or than to cease
    To feel, through having lost our health and peace,
    How beautiful it is to be alive.

    Not to forget, when pain and grief draw nigh,
    Into the ocean of time past to dive
    For memories of God's mercies; or to try
    To bear all nobly, hoping still to cry
    How beautiful it is to be alive.

    Thus ever, towards Man's height of nobleness
    Striving, some new progression to contrive;
    Till, just as any other friend's, we press
    Death's hand; and, having died, feel none the less,
    How beautiful it is to be alive.

  8. A Prayer
    by Paul Gerhardt

    Renew Thine image, Lord, in me,
    Lowly and gentle may I be;
    No charms but these to Thee are dear;
    No anger mayst Thou ever find,
    No pride in my unruffled mind,
    But faith, and heaven- born peace be there

    A patient, a victorious mind.
    That life and all things casts behind.
    Springs forth obedient to Thy call;
    A heart that no desire can move,
    But still to adore, believe, and love.
    Give me, my Lord, my Life, my All!

  9. The Divine Image
    Poet: William Blake

    To mercy, pity, peace, and love,
    All pray in their distress.
    And to these virtues of delight
    Return their thankfulness.

    For mercy, pity, peace, and love.
    Is God, our Father dear;
    And mercy, pity, peace, and love,
    Is man, His child and care.

    For Mercy has a human heart;
    Pity, a human face;
    And Love, the human form divine;
    And Peace, the human dress.

    Then every man, of every clime,
    That prays in his distress,
    Prays to the human form divine,-
    Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

    And all must love the human form.
    In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
    Where mercy, love, and pity dwell.
    There God is dwelling too.

  10. Kept In Perfect Peace
    Poet: Edward Henry Bickersteth

    Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
    The voice of Jesus whispers Peace within.
    Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
    To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

    Peace, perfect peace, with sorrow surging round?
    On Jesus' bosom naught but rest is found.
    Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
    In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they.

    Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
    Jesus we know, and he is on the throne.
    Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
    Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

    It is enough: earth's struggles now do cease,
    And Jesus calls us to heaven's perfect peace.

  11. Peace
    Poet: Charles Francis Richardson

    If sin be in the heart,
    The fairest sky is foul, and sad the summer weather,
    The eye no longer sees the lambs at play together,
    The dull ear cannot hear the birds that sing so sweetly,
    And all the joy of God’s good earth is gone completely,
    If sin be in the heart.

    If peace be in the heart,
    The wildest winter storm is full of solemn beauty,
    The midnight lightning-flash but shows the path of duty,
    Each living creature tells some new and joyous story,
    The very trees and stones all catch a ray of glory,
    If peace be in the heart.

  12. Three Steps
    Author Unknown

    There are only three steps leading to the place where perfect harmony lies,
    yet they are hard to climb.

    The first is to think kindly of one's neighbor.
    The second is to speak kindly to him.
    The third is to act kindly toward him.

    The reason they are hard to climb is that

    We are to busily engaged in thinking well of ourselves,
    Speaking well of ourselves,
    And acting in a manner which we think will do ourselves the most good.

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