Loyalty is an essential aspect of any strong relationship, whether it’s a romantic one, a friendship, or a business partnership.
It’s the quality of staying committed, reliable, and supportive through thick and thin.
Many poets and writers throughout history have explored the theme of loyalty in their works, creating beautiful and inspiring pieces that capture the essence of this virtue.
From Shakespeare to Maya Angelou, loyalty has been a recurring motif in literature and poetry.
In this article, we will explore famous loyalty poems, short and long ones, poems that rhyme, and those written for children or specific genders.
We will also delve into poems on loyalty that touch on the different facets of loyalty, such as trust, friendship, relationship, and betrayal.
Famous Loyalty Poems
Poets have captured the essence of loyalty in their verses, creating pieces that have stood the test of time. Now, we will explore some of the most famous poems about loyalty and their significance.
1. A Broken Appointment
by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure loving kindness’ sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.
You love me not,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
–I know and knew it.
But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
You love me not.
by Frederick Lucian Hosmer
When courage fails and faith burns low,
And men are timid grown,
Hold fast thy loyalty and know
That Truth still moveth on.
For unseen messengers she hath,
To work her will and ways,
And even human scorn and wrath
God turneth to her praise.
She can both meek and lordly be,
In heavenly might secure;
With her is pledge of victory,
And patience to endure.
The race is not unto the swift,
The battle to the strong,
When dawn her judgment-days that sift
The claims of right and wrong.
And more than thou canst do for Truth
Can she on thee confer,
If thou, O heart, but give thy youth
And manhood unto her.
For she can make thee inly bright,
Thy self-love purge away,
And lead thee in the path whose light
Shines to the perfect day.
Who follow her, though men deride,
In her strength shall be strong;
Shall see their shame become their pride,
And share her triumph song!
3. The Empty Window
by M.P. Shaudd
There’s a paw print and a nose streak still on the pane
Your toy lays there so quiet with no one to play
My heart breaks but I know that you’re in a much better place
As I reflect on all of our walks we took down the lane
Some say a bridge waits for you near a perfect rainbow
There’s few things that bring pain like an empty window
You sat there looking out whenever I’d go
Then show your loyalty with kisses when I came back home
The pain of the waiting and watching you go
Reminds us just how fast young life grows old
Your memories bring smiles yet we want you to know
We’ll forever be saddened by the empty window
4. The Loyalists
by Sarah Anne Curzon
Ye, who with your blood and sweat
Watered the furrows of this land,—
See where upon a nation’s brow,
In honour’s front, ye proudly stand!
Who for her pride abased your own,
And gladly on her altar laid
All bounty of the older world,
All memories that your glory made,
And to her service bowed your strength,
Took labour for your shield and crest;
See where upon a nation’s brow,
Her diadem, ye proudly rest!
5. Loyal Love
by Laura Leiser
Oh furry fan, you leave an
indelible paw print upon my heart.
Your devotion, unmovable as a
mountain, is ever true.
You look at me with adoration
yet it is I who learn what
faithful love is.
Your rock of loyalty never wavers
amidst the shifting
sands of life.
As I pet your fur with utter joy
I would not trade this moment
for all the treasures on earth.
6. A Petition
by Robert Ernest Vernède
All that a man might ask thou hast given me, England,
Birthright and happy childhood’s long heart’s-ease,
And love whose range is deep beyond all sounding
And wider than all seas:
A heart to front the world and find God in it.
Eyes blind enow but not too blind to see
The lovely things behind the dross and darkness,
And lovelier things to be;
And friends whose loyalty time nor death shall weaken
And quenchless hope and laughter’s golden store—
All that a man might ask thou hast given me, England,
Yet grant thou one thing more:
That now when envious foes would spoil thy splendour,
Unversed in arms, a dreamer such, as I,
May in thy ranks be deemed not all unworthy,
England, for thee to die.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
She must be honest, both in thought and deed,
Of generous impulse, and above all greed;
Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,
But life’s best blessings for her higher self,
Which means the best for all.
She must have faith,
To make good friends of Trouble, Pain, and Death,
And understand their message.
She should be
As redolent with tender sympathy
As is a rose with fragrance.
Should be her mantle, even though her dress
May be of Sorrow’s weaving.
On her face
A loyal nature leaves its seal of grace,
And chastity is in her atmosphere.
Not that chill chastity which seems austere
(Like untrod snow-peaks, lovely to behold
Till once attained—then barren, loveless, cold);
But the white flame that feeds upon the soul
And lights the pathway to a peaceful goal.
A sense of humour, and a touch of mirth,
To brighten up the shadowy spots of earth;
And pride that passes evil—choosing good.
All these unite in perfect womanhood.
8. Don Quixote
by Austin Dobson
Behind thy pasteboard, on thy battered hack,
Thy lean cheek striped with plaster to and fro,
Thy long spear levelled at the unseen foe,
And doubtful Sancho trudging at thy back,
Thou wert a figure strange enough, good lack!
To make Wiseacredom, both high and low,
Rub purblind eyes, and (having watched thee go)
Dispatch its Dogberrys upon thy track:
Alas! poor Knight! Alas! poor soul possest?
Yet would to-day when Courtesy grows chill,
And life’s fine loyalties are turned to jest,
Some fire of thine might burn within us still!
Ah, would but one might lay his lance in rest,
And charge in earnest—were it but a mill!
9. As in the Simple Ages
by Émile Verhaeren
As in the simple ages,
I have given you my heart,
like a wide-spreading flower that opens pure and lovely in the dewy hours;
within its moist petals my lips have rested.
I gathered it with fingers of flame;
say nothing to it:
for all words are perilous;
it is through the eyes that soul listens to soul.
The flower that is my heart and my avowal confides in all simplicity to your lips that it is loyal,
bright and good,
and that we trust in virgin love as a child trusts in God.
Leave wit to flower on the hills in freakish paths of vanity;
and let us give a simple welcome to the sincerity that holds our two true hearts within its crystalline hands;
Nothing is so lovely as a confession of souls one to the other,
in the evening,
when the flame of the uncountable diamonds burns like so many silent eyes the silence of the firmaments.
Inspirational Loyalty Poems
Inspirational loyalty poems can serve as a reminder of the importance of staying committed and supportive, even when the going gets tough. Now, we will explore some of the most inspirational poems about loyalty and their messages.
1. The Swans
by Michelle Morris
Two swans swim on the ocean
Beautiful, gliding together
Love and light highlighted
Nature’s infinite blessings
The waves reflect back blue cool
The sun echoes down yellow warmth
The swans are white purity in motion
The sand blending black, yellow and white stripes
The swans swim on, uncaring of labels
They just exist in this moment
Living their lives with exuberance
Embracing the seasons and tides
This pair illustrates love and devotion
Showing us all that loyalty is a blessing
Life goes on without human intervention
Nature free to flourish in glorious ways
2. Work Loyally
by Edward Young
Just where you stand in the conflict,
There is your place!
Just where you think you are useless
Hide not your face!
God placed you there for a purpose,
Whate’er it be;
Think He has chosen you for it—
Gird on your armor! Be faithful
At toil or rest,
Whiche’er it be, never doubting
God’s way is best.
Out in the fight, or on picket,
Stand firm and true;
This is the work which your Master
Gives you to do.
Who does the best his circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
3. Let Love Lead You Home
by John Derek Hamilton
Lost in the world, no direction, no love, to be found,
No one cares for you, animosity knows no bounds.
When you’re off course, you need not be alone,
A little help is all you need, let love lead you home.
Love is the compass, when you’re astray in the woods,
Languishing in the darkness, you feel, gone for good.
A glimmer of hope, when, someone finds where you roam,
Let love lead the way, let love lead you home.
Temptation is abundant, too easy to go astray,
Loyalty is the director, helps to show you the way.
Show your thankfulness, for the love you’ve been shown.
Let love lead the way, let love lead you home.
4. The Dog
by R. E. Barrett
Of all the beasts beneath the sun
There is no other, not a one,
That clings to man in sweet and bitter
As faithful as the canine critter.
When fortune smiles upon its crest
And all your toil is richly blest
The loyal dog is near at hand
For slightest duty or command.
When poverty comes stalking in
And you have lost your precious tin,
The good old dog is just the same
In dire distress or glittering fame.
In tattered rags or spick and span
He has a truer heart than man,
And when you meet most keen defeat
His sympathy is there to greet.
When you are old and had your day,
With feeble limbs and head of gray,
And angels come to take you home,
The good old dog is last to roam.
He’ll watch beneath the stars at night
Beside your grave a sadful sight,
And wait and wait for many a day,
When faded flowers have blown away.
A dog’s great love is most sublime,
It lingers near the word divine,
And intertwines from him above,
For dog turned around is God and love.
5. The Loyal Delights of a Contented Mind
Oh, how Happy’s he, who from Business free,
Can Enjoy his Mistress, Bottle, and his Friend:
Not confined to State, nor the Pride of the Great;
Only on himself, not others doth depend:
Change can never vex him, Faction ne’er perplex him:
If the World goes well, a Bumper crowns his Joys,
If it be not so than he takes of two;
Till succeeding Glasses, Thinking doth destroy.
When his Noddle reels, he to Cælia steals;
And by Pleasures unconfined runs o’er the Night;
In the Morning wakes, a pleasing Farewell takes,
Ready for fresh Tipling, and for new Delight:
When his Table’s full, oh, then he hugs his Soul;
And drinking all their Healths, a Welcome doth express:
When the Cloth’s removed, then by all approved,
Comes the full grace Cup, Queen Anna’s good success.
6. Defining Loyalty
by Amanda Lynn
Loyalty is the big thing
that aches the most.
Loyalty is telling someone
when they are wrong,
but then supporting their decision anyway.
Loyalty is believing in someone
even when no one else does.
Loyalty is taking someone’s hand
just before they leap off the cliff.
Loyalty stays the same,
whether someone wins, loses or draws.
Loyalty is opening the door for someone
and letting them inside—
time and time again, even when it hurts.
Loyalty is the courage
to stay by someone’s side,
even when everyone else has run.
Loyalty is losing everything,
except for that which you hold most dear.
Loyalty is believing,
it’s faith in another human
and there is nothing more risky
and there is nothing more worthwhile.
by Heinrich Heine
Son of folly, dream thou ever,
When thy thoughts within thee burn;
But in life thy visions never
To reality will turn.
Once in happier days chance bore me
To a high mount on the Rhine;
Smiling lay the land before me,
Gloriously the sun did shine.
Far below, the waves were singing
Wild and magic melodies;
In my inmost heart were ringing
Blissful strains in wondrous wise.
Now, when gazing from that station
On the land—how sad its doom!
I but see a pigmy nation
Crawling on a giant’s tomb.
So-call’d men wear silken raiment,
Deem themselves the nation’s flower;
Honours now are gain’d by payment,
Rogues possess both wealth and power.
Of descent they boast, not merit,
’Tis their dress that makes them men;
Old coats now alone the spirit
Of old times bring back again;
When respect and virtue holy
Modestly went hand in hand;
When the youth with deference lowly
By the aged took his stand;
When a hand-shake was more valid
Than an oath or written sheet;
When men, iron-clad, forth sallied,
And a heart inside them beat.
Our fair garden borders nourish
Many a thousand flow’rets fair;
In the fostering soil they flourish,
While the sun smiles on them there.
But the flower most fair, most golden,
In our gardens ne’er is known,—
That one which, in days now olden,
On each rocky height was grown;
Which, in cold hill-fortress dwelling,
Men endued with iron frame
Deem’d the flower all flowers excelling,—
Hospitality its name.
Weary wanderer, never clamber
To the mountain’s fort-crown’d brow;
’Stead of warm and friendly chamber,
Cold, hard walls receive thee now.
From the watch-tower blow no warders
Not a drawbridge is let fall;
For the castle’s lord and warders
In the cold tomb slumber all.
In dark coffins, too, are sleeping
Those dear maids bards sang of old;
Shrines like these within them keeping
Greater wealth than pearls and gold.
Strange soft whispers there are blended
Like sweet minnesinger’s lays;
To those dark vaults has descended
The fair love of olden days.
True, I also prize our ladies,
For they blossom like the May;
And delightful, too, their trade is,—
’Tis to dance, stitch, paint all day.
And they sing, in rhymes delicious,
Of old love and loyalty,
Feeling all the time suspicious
Whether such things e’er could be.
In their simple minds, our mothers
Used to think in days of yore,
That the gem above all others
Fair, man in his bosom bore.
Very different from this is
What their daughters wisdom call;
In the present day our misses
Love the jewels most of all.
Lies, deceit, and superstition
Rule,—life’s charms are thrown aside,
Whilst Rome’s sordid base ambition
Jordan’s pearls has falsified.
To your dark domain return you,
Visions of far happier days;
O’er a time which thus doth spurn you,
Vain laments no longer raise!
8. Something of Mine
by Wayne Smith
I give you this dollar which you can see and touch and know it’s real.
Although you already have something of mine, which is my friendship which no one can steal.
I give you this dollar and you can see that it’s authentic, it’s not a fake.
But you already have something of mine and that is my loyalty which no one can take.
I give you this dollar of paper and ink which one day will fade, fall apart and blow away.
But you already have something of mine which is brotherly love and in my heart, you will always stay.
Short Loyalty Poems
These poems often use simple language and imagery to convey powerful emotions. In this section, we will explore some of the best short poetries about loyalty.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
2. Alter? When the Hills Do.
by Emily Dickinson
Alter? When the hills do.
Falter? When the sun
Question if his glory
Be the perfect one.
Surfeit? When the daffodil
Doth of the dew:
Even as herself, O friend!
I will of you!
by Emily Dickinson
Split the lark and you’ll find the music,
Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled,
Scantily dealt to the summer morning,
Saved for your ear when lutes be old.
Loose the flood, you shall find it patent,
Gush after gush, reserved for you;
Scarlet experiment! sceptic Thomas,
Now, do you doubt that your bird was true?
4. Love and Loyalty
by Mohammad Yamin
Ways demeaning and fake
Pursue not Love and Loyalty
For when given you take
5. A Huge Wager
by Pheko Motaung
Loyalty never changes
I’ll give the
Lembombo mountains away
And prove that true love exists
by Amy Rose
7. His Love Feelings
by Caren Krutsinger
His eye was on the prize at a young age
With a dog like loyalty
He became her hero
Long Loyalty Poems
These poems often use complex language and imagery to convey the nuances of this virtue. In this section, we will explore some of the long poetries about loyalty.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I have lived this life as the skeptic lives it;
I have said the sweetness was less than the gall;
Praising, nor cursing, the Hand that gives it,
I have drifted aimlessly through it all.
I have scoffed at the tale of a so-called heaven;
I have laughed at the thought of a Supreme Friend;
I have said that it only to man was given
To live, to endure; and to die was the end.
But I know that a good God reigneth,
Generous-hearted and kind and true;
Since unto a worm like me he deigneth
To send so royal a gift as you.
Bright as a star you gleam on my bosom,
Sweet as a rose that the wild bee sips;
And I know, my own, my beautiful blossom,
That none but a God could mould such lips.
And I believe, in the fullest measure
That ever a strong man’s heart could hold,
In all the tales of heavenly pleasure
By poets sung or by prophets told;
For in the joy of your shy, sweet kisses,
Your pulsing touch and your languid sigh
I am filled and thrilled with better blisses
Than ever were claimed for souls on high.
And now I have faith in all the stories
Told of the beauties of unseen lands;
Of royal splendors and marvellous glories
Of the golden city not made with hands
For the silken beauty of falling tresses,
Of lips all dewy and cheeks aglow,
With—what the mind in a half trance guesses
Of the twin perfection of drifts of snow;
Of limbs like marble, of thigh and shoulder
Carved like a statue in high relief—
These, as the eyes and the thoughts grow bolder,
Leave no room for an unbelief.
So my lady, my queen most royal,
My skepticism has passed away;
If you are true to me, true and loyal,
I will believe till the Judgment-day.
by Henry Van Dyke
Yes, it was like you to forget,
And cancel in the welcome of your smile
My deep arrears of debt,
And with the putting forth of both your hands
To sweep away the bars my folly set
Between us—bitter thoughts, and harsh demands,
And reckless deeds that seemed untrue
To love, when all the while
My heart was aching through and through
For you, sweet heart, and only you.
Yet, as I turned to come to you again,
I thought there must be many a mile
Of sorrowful reproach to cross,
And many an hour of mutual pain
To bear, until I could make plain
That all my pride was but the fear of loss,
And all my doubt the shadow of despair
To win a heart so innocent and fair;
And even that which looked most ill
Was but the fever-fret and effort vain
To dull the thirst which you alone could still.
But as I turned, the desert miles were crossed,
And when I came, the weary hours were sped!
For there you stood beside the open door,
Glad, gracious, smiling as before,
And with bright eyes and tender hands outspread
Restored me to the Eden I had lost.
Never a word of cold reproof,
No sharp reproach, no glances that accuse
The culprit whom they hold aloof,—
Ah, ’tis not thus that other women use
The empire they have won!
For there is none like you, beloved,—none
Secure enough to do what you have done.
Where did you learn this heavenly art,—
You sweetest and most wise of all that live,—
With silent welcome to impart
Assurance of the royal heart
That never questions where it would forgive?
None but a queen could pardon me like this!
My sovereign lady, let me lay
Within each rosy palm a loyal kiss
Of penitence, then close the fingers up,
Thus—thus! Now give the cup
Of full nepenthe in your crimson mouth,
And come—the garden blooms with bliss,
The wind is in the south,
The rose of love with dew is wet—
Dear, it was like you to forget!
3. In Equal Sacrifice
by Robert Frost
Thus of old the Douglas did:
He left his land as he was bid
With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce
In a golden case with a golden lid,
To carry the same to the Holy Land;
By which we see and understand
That that was the place to carry a heart
At loyalty and love’s command,
And that was the case to carry it in.
The Douglas had not far to win
Before he came to the land of Spain,
Where long a holy war had been
Against the too-victorious Moor;
And there his courage could not endure
Not to strike a blow for God
Before he made his errand sure.
And ever it was intended so,
That a man for God should strike a blow,
No matter the heart he has in charge
For the Holy Land where hearts should go.
But when in battle the foe were met,
The Douglas found him sore beset,
With only strength of the fighting arm
For one more battle passage yet—
And that as vain to save the day
As bring his body safe away—
Only a signal deed to do
And a last sounding word to say.
The heart he wore in a golden chain
He swung and flung forth into the plain,
And followed it crying ‘Heart or death!’
And fighting over it perished fain.
So may another do of right,
Give a heart to the hopeless fight,
The more of right the more he loves;
So may another redouble might
For a few swift gleams of the angry brand,
Scorning greatly not to demand
In equal sacrifice with his
The heart he bore to the Holy Land
4. The Husband’s Message
First I shall freely confide to you
The tale of this tablet of wood. As a tree I grew up
On the coast of Mecealde, close by the sea.
Frequently thence to foreign lands
I set forth in travel, the salt streams tried
In the keel of the ship at a king’s behest.
Full oft on the bosom of a boat I have dwelt,
Fared over the foam a friend to see,
Wherever my master on a mission sent me,
Over the crest of the wave. I am come here to you
On the deck of a ship and in duty inquire
How now in your heart you hold and cherish
The love of my lord. Loyalty unwavering
I affirm without fear you will find in his heart.
The maker of this message commands me to bid thee,
O bracelet-adorned one, to bring to thy mind
And impress on thy heart the promises of love
That ye two in the old days often exchanged
While at home in your halls unharmed you might still
Live in the land, love one another,
Dwell in the same country. He was driven by feud
From the powerful people. He prays now, most earnestly
That you learn with delight you may launch on the sea-stream
When from the height of the hill you hear from afar
The melancholy call of the cuckoo in the wood.
Let not thereafter any living man
Prevent thy voyage or prevail against it.
Seek now the shore, the sea-mew’s home!
Embark on the boat that bears thee south,
Where far over the foam thou shalt find thy lord,—
Where lingers thy lover in longing and hope.
In the width of the world not a wish or desire
More strongly stirs him (he instructs me to say)
Than that gracious God should grant you to live
Ever after at ease together,
To distribute treasures to retainers and friends,
To give rings of gold. Of gilded cups
And of proud possessions a plenty he has,
And holds his home far hence with strangers,
His fertile fields, where follow him many
High-spirited heroes— though here my liege-lord,
Forced by the fates, took flight on a ship
And on the watery waves went forth alone
To fare on the flood-way: fain would he escape,
Stir up the sea-streams. By strife thy lord hath
Won the fight against woe. No wish will he have
For horses or jewels or the joys of mead-drinking,
Nor any earl’s treasures on earth to be found,
O gentle lord’s daughter, if he have joy in thee,
As by solemn vows ye have sworn to each other.
I set as a sign S and R together,
E, A, W, and D, as an oath to assure you
That he stays for thee still and stands by his troth;
And as long as he lives it shall last unbroken,—
Which often of old with oaths ye have plighted.
5. Love and Death
by Giacomo Leopardi
Children of Fate, in the same breath
Created were they, Love and Death.
Such fair creations ne’er were seen,
Or here below, or in the heaven serene.
The first, the source of happiness,
The fount whence flows the greatest bliss
That in the sea of being e’er is found;
The last each sorrow gently lulls,
Each harsh decree of Fate annuls.
Fair child with beauty crowned,
Sweet to behold, not such
As cowards paint her in their fright,
She in young Love’s companionship
Doth often take delight,
As they o’er mortal paths together fly,
Chief comforters of every loyal heart.
Nor ever is the heart more wise
Than when Love smites it, nor defies
More scornfully life’s misery,
And for no other lord
Will it all dangers face so readily.
When thou thy aid dost lend,
O Love, is courage born, or it revives;
And wise in deeds the race of man becomes,
And not, as it is prone,
In fruitless thought alone.
And when first in our being’s depth
This passion deep is born,
Though happy, we are still forlorn;
A languor strange doth o’er us steal;
A strange desire of death we feel.
I know not why, but such we ever prove
The first effect of true and potent love.
It may be, that this wilderness
Then first appals our sight;
And earth henceforth to us a dreary waste
Appears, without that new, supreme delight,
That in our thought is fondly traced;
And yet our hearts, foreboding, feel the storm
Within, that it may cause, the misery.
We long for rest, we long to flee,
Hoping some friendly haven may be found
Of refuge from the fierce desire,
That raging, roaring, darkens all around.
And when this formidable power
Hath his whole soul possessed,
And raging care will give his heart no rest,
How many times implored
With most intense desire,
Art thou, O Death, by the poor wretch, forlorn!
How oft at eve, how oft at dawn,
His weary frame upon the couch he throws,
Too happy, if he never rose,
In hopeless conflict with his pain,
Nor e’er beheld the bitter light again!
And oft, at sound of funeral bell,
And solemn chant, that guides
Departed souls unto eternal rest,
With sighs most ardent from his inmost breast,
How hath he envied him,
Who with the dead has gone to dwell!
The very humblest of his kind,
The simple, rustic hind, who knows
No charm that knowledge gives;
The lowliest country lass that lives,
Who, at the very thought of death,
Doth feel her hair in horror rise,
Will calmly face its agonies,
Upon the terrors of the tomb will gaze
With fixed, undaunted look,
Will o’er the steel and poison brood,
In meditative mood,
And in her narrow mind,
The kindly charm of dying comprehend:
So much the discipline of Love
Hath unto Death all hearts inclined!
Full often when this inward woe
Such pass has reached as mortal strength
No longer can endure,
The feeble body yields at length,
To its fierce blows, and timely, then,
Benignant Death her friendly power doth show:
Or else Love drives her hapless victims so,
Alike the simple clown,
And tender country lass,
That on themselves their desperate hands they lay,
And so are borne unto the shades below.
The world but laughs at their distress,
Whom heaven with peace and length of days doth bless.
To fervid, happy, restless souls
May fate the one or other still concede,
Sweet sovereigns, friendly to our race,
Whose power, throughout the universe,
Such miracles hath wrought,
As naught resembles, nor can aught,
Save that of Fate itself, exceed.
And thou, whom from my earliest years,
Still honored I invoke,
O lovely Death! the only friend
Of sufferers in this vale of tears,
If I have ever sought
Thy princely state to vindicate
From the affronts of the ungrateful crowd,
Do not delay, incline thy ear
Unto thy weary suppliant here!
These sad eyes close forever to the light,
And let me rest in peace serene,
O thou, of all the ages Queen!
Me surely wilt thou find, whate’er the hour,
When thou thy wings unfoldest to my prayer,
With front erect, the cruel power
Defying still, of Fate;
Nor will I praise, in fulsome mood,
The scourging hand, that with my blood,
The blood of innocence, is stained.
Nor bless it, as the human race
Is wont, through custom old and base:
Each empty hope, with which the world
Itself and children would beguile,
I’ll cast aside, each comfort false and vile;
In thee alone my hope I’ll place,
Thou welcome minister of grace!
In that sole thought supremely blest,
That day, when my unconscious head
May on thy virgin bosom rest.
6. Still True to Nell
by John Hartley
Th’ sun wor settin, – red an gold,
Wi splendor paintin th’ west,
An purplin tints throo th’ valley roll’d,
As daan he sank to rest.
Yet dayleet lingered looath to leeav
A world soa sweet an fair,
Wol silent burds a pathway cleave,
Throo th’ still an slumb’rin air.
Aw stroll’d along a country rooad,
Hedged in wi thorn an vine;
Which wild flower scents an shadows broad,
Converted to a shrine.
As twileet’s deeper curtains fell
Aw sat mi daan an sighed;
Mi thowts went back to th’ time when Nell,
Had rambled bi mi side.
Aw seemed to hear her voice agean,
Soft whisperin i’ mi ear,
Recallin things ‘at once had been,
When th’ futur all wor clear.
When love, – pure, honest, youthful love
Had left us nowt to crave;
An fancies full ov bliss we wove; –
Alas! Nell’s in her grave.
Oh, Nell! I’ that fair hooam ov thine,
Whear all is breet an pure, – –
Say, – is ther room for love like mine?
Can earthborn love endure?
Do angels’ hearts past vows renew,
To mortals here who dwell?
It must be soa; – if my heart’s true,
Aw cannot daat thee, Nell.
It’s weel we cannot see beyond
That curtain Deeath lets fall;
Lest cheerin hooaps, an longins fond,
Should be denied us all.
Better to live i’ hooap nor fear, –
‘Tis Mercy plan’d it soa;
For if my Nelly isn’t thear,
Aw shouldn’t care to goa.
7. An Elegy
by Ben Johnson
Though beauty be the mark of praise,
And yours, of whom I sing, be such
As not the world can praise too much,
Yet is ’t your virtue now I raise.
A virtue, like allay, so gone
Throughout your form, as though that move,
And draw, and conquer all men’s love,
This subjects you to love of one,
Wherein you triumph yet: because
’Tis of yourself, and that you use
The noblest freedom, not to choose
Against or faith, or honour’s laws.
But who could less expect from you,
In whom alone Love lives again?
By whom he is restored to men;
And kept, and bred, and brought up true?
His falling temples you have reared,
The withered garlands ta’en away;
His altars kept from the decay
That envy wished, and nature feared;
And on them burns so chaste a flame,
With so much loyalty’s expense,
As Love, t’ acquit such excellence,
Is gone himself into your name.
And you are he: the deity
To whom all lovers are designed,
That would their better objects find;
Among which faithful troop am I;
Who, as an offering at your shrine,
Have sung this hymn, and here entreat
One spark of your diviner heat
To light upon a love of mine;
Which, if it kindle not, but scant
Appear, and that to shortest view,
Yet give me leave t’ adore in you
What I, in her, am grieved to want.
Loyalty Poems That Rhyme
Rhyming poems have a musical quality that can make them especially memorable. In this category, we will explore some of the best poems about loyalty with rhyming words, and how their use of rhyme enhances their impact.
1. Life’s Mirror
by Madeline S. Bridges
There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A strength in your utmost need;
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your work and deed.
Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind;
And honor will honor meet,
And the smile which is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.
Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn;
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thought outborne,
Though the sowing seemed in vain.
For life is the mirror of king and slave;
‘Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
by William Wordsworth
Is it a Reed that’s shaken by the wind,
Or what is it that ye go forth to see?
Lords, Lawyers, Statesmen, Squires of low degree,
Men known, and men unknown, Sick, Lame, and Blind,
Post forward all, like Creatures of one kind,
With first-fruit offerings crowd to bend the knee
In France, before the new-born Majesty.
‘Tis ever thus. Ye Men of prostrate mind!
A seemly reverence may be paid to power;
But that’s a loyal virtue, never sown
In haste, nor springing with a transient shower:
When truth, when sense, when liberty were flown
What hardship had it been to wait an hour?
Shame on you, feeble Heads, to slavery prone!
3. Loyalty of Woodbridge
by William Stygall
The loyal men of Suffolk to Woodbridge they did go,
On the eighth of July to see a gallant show,
For there were such doings as ne er were known before,
And if you hundred years you ll see the like live an no more.
Fifteen hundred of the inhabitants din d in the market place
Off plum pudding and roast beef in remembrance of this peace;
Men women and their children all eat there very hearty,
And after dinner made a fire for to burn Bonaparte.
When the gentlemen had din d the bells were set a ringing
They had pipes and tobacco and much jovial singing
Then a toast they all drank it was a noble thing
The gallant “Duke of Wellington” and sung “God save the King”
When Bonaparte was in flames how the fire blaz’d
The gentlemen laugh d very much they were se greatly pleas’d;
The ladies at the windows stood and lifted up the sashes
And clap d their hands and all cried out “burn the rogue to ashes!”
But who can now repeat all the sports of that day,
The mirth and the fun with which the time was pass’d away;
So full was the town with people great and small,
That of all the sights in England surely Woodbridge beats them all.
4. Faithful Unto Death
by R. H. Titherington
His work is done, his toil is o’er;
A martyr for our land he fell—
The land he loved, that loved him well;
Honor his name forevermore!
Let all the world its tribute pay,
For glorious shall be his renown;
Though duty’s was his only crown,
Yet duty’s path is glory’s way.
For he was great without pretense;
A man of whom none whispered shame,
A man who knew nor guile nor blame;
Good in his every influence.
On battle field, in council hall,
Long years with sterling service rife
He gave us, and at last his life—
Still unafraid at duty’s call.
Let the last solemn pageant move,
The nation’s grief to consecrate
To him struck down by maniac hate
Amid a mighty nation’s love;
And though the thought its solace gives,
Beside the martyr’s grave to-day
We feel ’tis almost hard to say:
“God reigns and the republic lives!”
5. Song of Saul Before His Last Battle
by Lord Byron
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or sword
Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord,
Heed not the corse, though a king’s, in your path:
Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath!
Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe,
Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet!
Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet.
Farewell to others, but never we part,
Heir to my royalty, son of my heart:
Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway,
Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!
6. Faith Everlasting
Dear, if you change, I’ll never choose again;
Sweet, if you shrink, I’ll never think of love;
Fair, if you fail, I’ll judge all beauty vain;
Wise, if too weak, more wits I’ll never prove.
Dear, sweet, fair, wise! change, shrink, nor be not weak;
And, on my faith, my faith shall never break.
Earth with her flowers shall sooner heaven adorn;
Heaven her bright stars through earth’s dim globe shall move;
Fire heat shall lose, and frosts of flames be born;
Air, made to shine, as black as hell shall prove:
Earth, heaven, fire, air, the world transform’d shall view,
Ere I prove false to faith or strange to you.
7. Prologue to the Loyal General
by John Dryden
If yet there be a few that take delight
In that which reasonable Men should write,
To them Alone we Dedicate this Night.
The Rest may satisfie their curious Itch
With City Gazets, or some Factious Speech,
Or what-ere Libel, for the Publick Good,
Stirs up the Shrove-tide Crew to Fire and Blood.
Remove your Benches, you apostate Pit,
And take Above, twelve penny-worth of Wit:
Go back to your dear Dancing on the Rope,
Or see what’s worse, the Devil and the Pope!
The Plays that take on our Corrupted Stage,
Methinks, resemble the distracted Age;
Noise, Madness, all unreasonable Things,
That strike at Sense, as Rebels do at Kings!
The stile of Forty One our Poets write,
And you are grown to judge like Forty Eight.
Such Censures our mistaking Audience make,
That ’tis almost grown scandalous to take.
They talk of Feavours that infect the Brains;
But Non-sence is the new Disease that reigns.
Weak Stomachs, with a long Disease opprest,
Cannot the Cordials of strong Wit digest;
Therefore thin Nourishment of Farce ye choose,
Decoctions of a Barly-water Muse:
A Meal of Tragedy wou’d make ye Sick,
Unless it were a very tender Chick.
Some Scenes in Sippets would be worth our time:
Those wou’d go down; some Love that’s poach’d in Rime;
If these shou’d fail——
We must lie down, and, after all our cost,
Keep Holy-day, like Water-men in Frost;
Whilst you turn Players on the Worlds great Stage,
And Act your selves the Farce of your own Age.
Loyalty Poems for Children
In this category, we will explore some of the best loyalty poems for kids, and how they can help teach this important virtue.
by Chris Schleier Jr
Loyalty is where the heart is
in eternal lengths and depths.
Bound in love, and sealed in courage
by supernal covenants.
Family is the beginning!
First in order from our birth
to whom we give, without an ending,
adorations of our worth.
Our friends in loyalty will follow
after family bonds are made.
And let a friend whose hope is hollow
be lifted by our hasteful aid.
And then, progressing, find a mate
with whom you’ll form a family.
Let loyalty with them be great
in time and all eternity.
O man, O man, remember Him!
The one from whom all blessings flow!
Take time to learn of Elohim,
That God that sent you here to grow!
Before your loyalties are given
to those we meet in life on earth,
Put, first, your loyalty in Heaven
and He who gave you timeless worth!
by Charlie Smith
loyalty to tradition
our kindred treasure
from loved one’s true tenderness
my beloved’s arms
Traversing one’s life
a warmth of togetherness
this most heartfelt peace
Who cares without doubt
Cannot be expressed
by the words
Of the mouth
It was seen in the act of the heart
Makes loyalty in every part.
4. Humankind Loyalty
humankind is loyal to mankind
humankind is humankind loyalty
loyal is loyalty to mankind
loyalty is a honor of loyalty
loyalty is a honor of mankind
to honor loyalty is to honor mankind
respect is in honor of mankind
respect is in honor of respect
mankind respect is humankind respect
mankind respect is humankind honor
mankind respect is humankind loyalty
glory is glory of honor
glory is glory of humankind
humankind is glory of humankind
mankind glory is humankind glory
mankind is mankind glory
defeat is defeat of humankind
defeat is defeat of glory
glory defeat glory
glory honor the defeat of glory
honor, honor the defeat of honor
5. The Kid Has Gone to the Colors
by W.M. Herschell
The Kid has gone to the Colors
And we don’t know what to say;
The Kid we have loved and cuddled
Stepped out for the Flag to-day.
We thought him a child, a baby
With never a care at all,
But his country called him man-size
And the Kid has heard the call.
He paused to watch the recruiting,
Where, fired by the fife and drum,
He bowed his head to Old Glory
And thought that it whispered: “Come!”
The Kid, not being a slacker,
Stood forth with patriot-joy
To add his name to the roster—
And God, we’re proud of the boy!
The Kid has gone to the Colors;
It seems but a little while
Since he drilled a schoolboy army
In a truly martial style,
But now he’s a man, a soldier,
And we lend him a listening ear,
For his heart is a heart all loyal,
Unscourged by the curse of fear.
His dad, when he told him, shuddered,
His mother—God bless her!—cried;
Yet, blest with a mother-nature,
She wept with a mother-pride,
But he whose old shoulders straightened
Was Granddad—for memory ran
To years when he, too, a youngster,
Was changed by the Flag to a man!
by Marvin Scott McDonald Jr
Loyalty is something that is earned. Loyalty is built on trust.
We each must be loyal to our own beliefs and our own selves,
before we can be loyal to someone else.
To be loyal to someone means that they have not violated your personal values
They must earn support by being there when needed.
Loyalty cannot violate a person’s choice between right & wrong.
Asking me to lie violates my ethics; do not put me in this position.
If someone is doing drugs, I am being a loyal friend when getting you help.
A loyal friend does what is right, even when others feel it is disloyal.
If I meet you today I cannot be loyal because I do not know you.
If I have known you all of your life, I may not be loyal to you because of past interactions.
Overall a combination of time and actions affect loyalty
To separate these two does not work, for true loyalty resides in a combination of both.
7. My Dad
by Wendy Beaudoin
When we talk, he calls me Gal
and it always warms my heart
Especially when we’re on the phone
cuz we’re so far apart
I’ve never told him this
how much it means to me
That no one else has ever
used this warm metonymy
So tenacious all his life
In his ways he’s very set
No matter what he does
It’s right, on that you can bet
Do what you think is right
To us he’s always told
Our decisions were always backed
My father’s loyalty is GOLD
I hope he knows I love him
I tell him every time we speak
Don’t ever quit calling me Gal
And I’ll always kiss your cheek
Loyalty Poems for Her
Loyalty is an important quality in any romantic relationship. In this section, we will explore some of the best loyalty poems written for her and how they can capture the essence of commitment and support in a romantic partnership.
1. Sparkle in Your Eyes
by Cheryl Mericle
To see the sparkle in your eyes
A ever so magnificent ember of light in which
I am blinded in the wake…
They are perfection amongst comparison of
Eyes that reflect such transposed emotion
yet always fixed with love and devotion
Your eyes are to me what I imagine as reaching
a true state of solace
Your love always creating hope out of desperation
You are to me a great source of inspiration, always
proving your loyalty to me
We shall begin our destiny of two in love together
forever in all eternity…
2. Love and Loyalty
by Keith Edward Baucum
Love the wife of Loyalty stands with her husband’s arms wrapped around her and her arms wrapped around him in an warming embrace. Loyalty looked into the eyes of Love and said
“My beautiful, beautiful, wife you filled my
heart with joy by becoming my wife. My world revolves around you. I will always be there for you. I will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams. I will protect you from all threats.”
Love gave Loyalty a squeeze and said
“I too will stand by your side and help you chase your dreams. I will be there for you in your time of need or when ever you just want me by your side.”
Love and Loyalty looked into each other’s eyes and began to kiss.
3. A Slight Improvement
by Cona Adams
All it took was one rib,
Adam wouldn’t miss it.
Look what he gained.
At first sight, he uttered
an ancient word the equivalent
of the modern, “Wow!”
From the best use of a rib
of all time, came a creature
capable of charm, seduction,
procreation, gentleness, envy,
love, virtue, loyalty, jealousy,
deceit, and an affinity for salt.
Though she came from man,
she seeks always to best him,
and considers herself superior
in every way. After all, she has
that extra rib.
4. Quite Fragile
by Janis Thompson
Quite fragile is the trusting breast
that gives completely all its faith
with belief in human goodness
that offers rather than it takes.
Easily it can be shattered
like crystal on a concrete floor
precious blood tie that is splattered
destroyed innocence at the core.
Quite fragile is the trusting smile
that goes behind the stormy clouds
at sight of evil deeds so vile
or angry words from angry mouths.
Fragile things need special caring.
Some with the soul are only felt.
Love, faith, loyalty and sharing,
cause even toughened hearts to melt.
5. Her Loyalty
by Dustin Down
She came to me yesterday,
as a vision, as a dream,
as something I couldn’t quite express
ever in words.
She told me things.
They were just whispers in the dark
about love, about faith,
about the nature of the universe.
There were even secrets about myself
that she’d learned about me,
even though I’d never told her.
She told me about loyalty.
Loyalty, she said,
is what makes the world go ’round.
And her loyalty for me, she said,
was entirely unbound.
She told me so many things
that I wanted to get angry.
I wanted to shout at her,
to make her go away,
because the pain had grown
so wide and so deep,
that I was sure
I could never let go of it.
But she took my hand,
and she smiled up at my face;
she lay her head on my chest,
and breathed out softly,
her breath, a fragrance..
I forgive you for everything,
she said, I told you, it’s loyalty.
A thousand voices collided around
inside my empty head.
I knew what I had done,
and I knew that it had been wrong—
and yet here she still was,
by my side, whispering to me,
and all at once, I understood,
just what it all meant—
her utter and devoted
6. Love Life Loyalty Wisdom Knowledge and Understanding
by Allen Dean
i loved her in ways i can’t explain
it still wasn’t enough to heel this pain
i gave her my life over and over again
but she still left me for my best friend
loyal is what she supposed to be
but i guess that didn’t apply to me
wisdom to it all because i been around
i made myself the fool of this town
knowledge to it all i stayed and learned
still can’t understand how i got burned
i love her still
and always will
she don’t know how i feel
I’ll leave her alone until my heart heal
forgive her and never forget
and remind myself that this is it.
Loyalty Poems for Him
In this category, we will explore some of the best loyalty poems for him and how they can inspire us to honor and celebrate the loyalty of the men in our lives.
1. Ever Lasting Love
by Quendralyn Gooden-Talley
Since you’ve come into my life everything has been so new.
I never thought I had it in me to love another the way I love you.
You’ve opened my eyes and given me what I desire.
That’s why when I see your precious face its sets my soul on fire.
Doubts lead to patience which lead to understanding.
At times we both can be so damn demanding.
Tears meet with fears.
Battles with severe emotions.
Which clearly showed how much we’ve devoted.
My heart yearns your attention and affection.
Take one look and there’s your reflection.
Living without you is impossible and so unreal.
Loyalty, honesty, and sacrifice seals the deal.
2. Season of Love
by Charlie Smith
A glistening snowflake
blown by Winter’s kiss
melts gently on a heart
Asleep in the arms
of a sweet melody,
as fragrant as the
soft Spring coolness
of morning’s dew
A first awkward
touch that felt
of Summer’s glow
A voice that echoes
from your senses,
like rain through
As time gives
a moment chance,
Love lends its loyalty
with such a deepening
3. The Heart of a Volunteer
by Emmanuel Bassey
I realize that I had the
most steady heart
the heart of him who thinks of you
to continue to help with a
sense of loyalty
even if it is just a dream
I realize that I had the
Most creative heart
the heart of him who write to volunteers
to continue to show care with a
sense of loyalty
Even if “a caring heart” is just a dream.
I realize that I had the
Most sweetest heart
the heart of him who shares
to continue to love with a
sense of loyalty
Even if he is in love with a dream.
4. Forsaken Loyalty
by Wonda Pharr
You never understood my loyalty;
Instead, you took it to be modesty;
I’ve always asked why you cheated,
But all the answers just leave me defeated.
Back then I was always a ball of anxiety,
But no matter what, I always gave you my priority;
How could I know that you were so conceited,
When all along you made me feel so completed.
You didn’t have a clue about my loyalty,
You must have thought it was just poetry,
And so you let me get so utterly mistreated,
When here I thought that I would never be unseated.
You gave me not a shred of honesty,
And so you lost ever bit of my loyalty.
Like sweat from me you’ve been secreted,
And now it’s time for you to be deleted.
by Jai Rho
Is so hard to find
Is so hard to do
It’s hard to be true
Every day and night
No matter what might
Have been better for you
Is so easy to say
Doesn’t always stay
When it comes time
To step up to the line
You might be surprised by
Who stays behind
Yet you still have to do
What you know is true
Even if you have been left
Out in the cold
starts with you
But when it comes through
Nothing else can outdo
That feeling you get
Like you were dying
And yet you’re still alive
So you can select
The ones who will get
That feeling from you
But just don’t expect
The same in return
Is so hard to find
by Mark Lecuona
I want to be loyal to you
But not to the color of your skin
Or where your ancestors have been
I only want to know if your heart is true
And if it is kind to another
I will know you to be my friend
And my heart will finally let you in
Because you will no longer be a stranger
Loyalty Poems about Trust
Trust is an essential component of loyalty. In this category, we will explore some of the best poems about trust and loyalty that touch on the importance of trust in a strong relationship.
1. Love, Loyalty, Trust
Love me with a love that is honest and true
Love with a love the love love within you
Love me with a love that is gentle and kind
Love me with a love that goes way beyond the mind
Love me with a love that shows no remorse
The kind of love that is eternal for better or worse
Try to be loyal if not for me then for you
Try to be loyal trustworthy and true
Try to be loyal if only for a second
Try to be loyal to the point where you can’t help it
Loyalty is a characteristic that many try to pursue
If be not loyal for me then try to be loyal for you
Trust me with your heart that beats the blood of life
Trust me with all you have and never tell a lie
Trust me with a trust that is like no other
That lingers with light more stretchable than rubber
And when you do trust true and deep
Trust with a trust that contains love and loyalty
You’re heart is broken and faded
A man that has been abused and jaded
Let me help your body, let me heal your heart
It may be a slow long process but it’s a good start
Let’s start with trust, respect, love, and loyalty
I can give you all that and more
I’m giving you my heart, body, and soul
All sincere, no lies
I can see the unshed tears in your eyes
So, come along and take my hand
Let’s explore this paradise one step at a time
If this is how we show each other love, then by all means teach me guidance, passion, and peace
Let us explore “normal” together or at least try to create our own reality
Letting go of the world behind us and starting anew
3. No Money Can Buy
by Meenakshi Raina
Life is a pleasure with loyal friends
Otherwise faith in them shortly ends
Years of togetherness, trust and love
Add to the friendship and keep the vow
Lucky am I to have some friends for life
To guide and support me when in strife
Yes, loyal friends can be husband and wife
Loyalty- no money can buy
It doesn’t fall from the sky
It doesn’t grow in open fields
Only from love loyalty yields
4. The Credulous Child
The older ones that know me best,
And hear and weigh and see,
Finding I somewhat bear the test,
Somewhat believe in me.
But oh, dear loyal little heart
Though others hold aloof
How sure of me thou always art
Without a single proof!
And now no reason’s cool control
So wins me to be true
As this unthinking little soul
That trusts me through and through.
5. LOVE a Definiion
by Brian Strand
Love knows no boundaries within its heart,
once given in intimacy, cannot cede
an inch of terrotory to depart
the mutual promise, bound close by deed;
Love in its passion, holds all things clear
yet lays wide open, giving its all
and lives its life, trusting without fear
a loyalty innate, of instinct’s call;
With faithfulness it lays foundations sure
against all tribulation and heartbreak,
death’s tempest certain storm, it can endure,
held by unseen pillars that cannot shake;
With neither rule, nor scale can we measure
the height, depth, breadth of this priceless treasure.
6. Loyalty, Trust and Love
by Abhijit Surve
We say that love demands a lot from you,
But reality suggests it is not at all true..
Two very simple things in love are a must,
One is devoted loyalty and a faithful trust..
Trust in your love make sure it is deep,
The returns you get is for you to keep..
The stronger the bond its harder to break,
Has to be so when there’s so much at stake..
When in a relation, its trust that you need,
True belief in your love demands your heed..
Once broken to pieces is hardly rebuilt,
At times you have to live with the guilt..
Here loyalty too plays an important role,
Offers a soothing cohort to a longing soul..
Staying with your love in joy and sorrow,
Smiles you give and the tears you borrow..
In a relation, loyalty brings you close,
The faith you show, when beside you pose..
Just one false step of treacherous mind,
Cracks apart relations of every kind..
Sometimes these emotions are put to test,
Puts two hearts in a conflicting unrest..
One reason all problems are easy to shun,
Is trusting the loyalty of your loved one..
A relation in itself is a bond so strong,
Together you face all the right and wrong..
These factors decide how long it stands,
Here loyalty and trust walk hand in hands..
7. Shattered Trust
Here it comes again
The pain of betrayal
Just the price I have to pay
For being way too loyal
It hits me hard again
The pain of abandonment
Just a follow up
One being naive and ignorant
There it is again
The pain of losing faith
Locking away my feelings
Fighting against the hate
I fall down again
The pain of shattered trust
Is there no friend who’s true?
My spirit is being crushed
Can’t do this again
To many broken promises
Maybe I’ll just give up on friendship
My soul can’t handle anymore bruises…
Loyalty Poems about Friendship
Friendship is another important relationship where loyalty is a vital aspect. Here, we will explore some of the best poems about loyalty and friendship and how they can inspire us to be better friends.
1. Early Friendship
by Aubrey Thomas de Vere
The half-seen memories of childish days,
When pains and pleasures lightly came and went;
The sympathies of boyhood rashly spent
In fearful wanderings through forbidden ways;
The vague, but manly wish to tread the maze
Of life to noble ends,—whereon intent,
Asking to know for what man here is sent,
The bravest heart must often pause, and gaze;
The firm resolve to seek the chosen end
Of manhood’s judgment, cautious and mature,—
Each of these viewless bonds binds friend to friend
With strength no selfish purpose can secure:
My happy lot is this, that all attend
That friendship which first came, and which shall last endure.
2. On Loyalty to Absent Friends
He who, malignant, tears an absent friend,
Or fails, when others blame him, to defend,
Who trivial bursts of laughter strives to raise
And courts for witty cynicism praise,
Who can, what he has never seen, reveal,
And friendship’s secrets knows not to conceal—
Romans beware—that man is black of soul.
by Bernhart Paul Holst
Should someone speak unkindly of your friend,
With earnest mien, you must his worth defend;
Though all the world should at your true friend chide,
Hold to his hand and stand close by his side—
For this we know: a true and trusty heart
Of happy life is an essential part.
Heaven will in its gentle kindness give
True friends to those who truly act and live,
But those that fail trustworthy friends to prize
At length are severed from these holy ties—
And finally, o’erwhelmed by doubt and fear,
Are borne by strangers on their rustic bier.
Should storms betide and all your fortune rend,
You still are rich if you possess a friend,
But if you win vast fortune and renown,
Or even wear a sceptered, kingly crown,
And have no friends, no trusty friends in need,
You still are poor, ah! very poor, indeed!
4. My Comrade
by James Jeffrey Roche
The love of man and woman is as fire,
To warm, to light, but surely to consume
And self-consuming die. There is no room
For constancy and passionate desire.
We stand at last beside a wasted pyre,
Touch its dead embers, groping in the gloom;
And where an altar stood, erect a tomb,
And sing a requiem to a broken lyre.
But comrade-love is as a welding blast
Of candid flame and ardent temperature:
Glowing most fervent, it doth bind more fast;
And melting both, but makes the union sure.
The dross alone is burnt—till at the last
The steel, if cold, is one, and strong and pure.
5. From “The Faithful Shepherdess”
by John Fletcher
Though divinest, fairest, brightest,
Thou most powerful maid and whitest,
Thou most virtuous and most blessed,
Eyes of stars, and golden tressed
Like Apollo! tell me, sweetest,
What new service now is meetest
For the Satyr? Shall I stray
In the middle air, and stay
The sailing rack, or nimbly take
Hold by the moon, and gently make
Suit to the pale queen of night
For a beam to give thee light?
Shall I dive into the sea
And bring thee coral, making way
Through the rising waves that fall
Like snowy fleeces? Dearest, shall
I catch thee wanton fawns, or flies
Whose woven wings the summer dyes
Of many colours? get thee fruit,
Or steal from heaven old Orpheus’ lute?
All these I ’ll venture for, and more,
To do her service all these woods adore.
6. The Memory of the Heart
by Daniel Webster
If stores of dry and learnèd lore we gain,
We keep them in the memory of the brain;
Names, things, and facts,—whate’er we knowledge call,—
There is the common ledger for them all;
And images on this cold surface traced
Make slight impression, and are soon effaced.
But we ’ve a page, more glowing and more bright,
On which our friendship and our love to write;
That these may never from the soul depart,
We trust them to the memory of the heart.
There is no dimming, no effacement there;
Each new pulsation keeps the record clear;
Warm, golden letters all the tablet fill,
Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still.
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
I fancied he was fled,—
And, after many a year,
Glowed unexhausted kindliness,
Like daily sunrise there.
My careful heart was free again;
O friend, my bosom said,
Through thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red;
All things through thee take nobler form,
And look beyond the earth;
The mill-round of our fate appears
A sun-path in thy worth.
Me too thy nobleness has taught
To master my despair;
The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.
8. On Friendship
by Kahlil Gibran
And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery us not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Loyalty Poems about Relationship
In this category, we will explore some of the best poems about loyalty in relationships and how they can help us understand the importance of commitment and support.
1. Ever Faithful to You
by Lucian B. Watkins
When e’er I read these words, Dear Heart, of your sweet valentine,
I’m sure no heart can ever feel a sweeter joy than mine.
“Faithful!” no word can e’er express a truer, greater love—
No truer constancy than this have angels up above!
“Ever!” ah, then eternally you pledge that you’ll be true!
For love’s sweet sake, alone, I choose a happy life with you.
Through every sorrow, joy or pain that we in life may meet,
In sweet companionship we’ll share—the bitter with the sweet.
We’ll live with these words of faithfulness, what e’er our lot may be.
And live that we may after death from earthly stains be free.
2. I Would Live in Your Love
by Sara Teasdale
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.
3. She, to Him. III
by Thomas Hardy
I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will!
And Death shall choose me with a wondering eye
That he did not discern and domicile
One his by right ever since that last Good-bye!
I have no care for friends, or kin, or prime
Of manhood who deal gently with me here;
Amid the happy people of my time
Who work their love’s fulfilment, I appear
Numb as a vane that cankers on its point,
True to the wind that kissed ere canker came;
Despised by souls of Now, who would disjoint
The mind from memory, and make Life all aim,
My old dexterities of hue quite gone,
And nothing left for Love to look upon.
4. The Constant Lover
by Sir John Suckling
Out upon it, I have loved
Three whole days together!
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall moult away his wings
Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on ’t is, no praise
Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays,
Had it any been but she.
Had it any been but she,
And that very face,
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place.
5. How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
6. Out Over the Forth
by Robert Burns
Out over the Forth, I look to the North;
But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.
But I look to the west when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
For far in the west lives he I loe best,
The man that is dear to my babie and me.
by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.
8. Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me,
Yes!, that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we,
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Loyalty Poems about Betrayal
Betrayal is the opposite of loyalty and can cause deep pain and hurt. In this section, we will explore some of the best poems about loyalty and betrayal, and how they can help us process the emotions that come with broken trust.
1. The Betrayal
by Alice Furlong
When you were weary, roaming the wide world, over,
I gave my fickle heart to a new lover.
Now they tell me that you are lying dead:
O mountains fall on me and hide my head!
When you lay burning in the throes of fever,
He vowed me love by the willow-margined river:
Death smote you there—here was your trust betrayed,
O darkness, cover me, I am afraid!
Yea, in the hour of your supremest trial,
I laughed with him! The shadows on the dial
Stayed not, aghast at my dread ignorance:
Nor man nor angel looked at me askance.
Under the mountains there is peace abiding,
Darkness shall be pavilion for my hiding,
Tears shall blot out the sin of broken faith,
The lips that falsely kissed, shall kiss but Death.
by Harry Roberts
You’re not even a wave in my ocean,
had to **** of love to leave devotion,
isn’t apathy just an absence of emotion.
I cannot raise you,
man you are grown,
words do not phase you,
your seeds have been sown.
I walked away ’cause with you I was alone,
I couldn’t stay or endure while you moan,
I am made stronger like a twice broken bone,
all your disloyalty through the lies has shone.
Snakes & vipers still in sight,
truth has shown betrayals plight,
in the end I won’t fight,
I can leave & wave good night.
You can have him
he can have you,
together you’ll dim
until fate is through.
I’d wish you the best,
is my name on your chest,
nights when you’re lonely,
I hope you don’t phone me.
by William Cullen Bryant
When freedom, from the land of Spain,
By Spain’s degenerate sons was driven,
Who gave their willing limbs again
To wear the chain so lately riven;
Romero broke the sword he wore—
“Go, faithful brand,” the warrior said,
“Go, undishonoured, never more
The blood of man shall make thee red:
I grieve for that already shed;
And I am sick at heart to know,
That faithful friend and noble foe
Have only bled to make more strong
The yoke that Spain has worn so long.
Wear it who will, in abject fear—
I wear it not who have been free;
The perjured Ferdinand shall hear
No oath of loyalty from me.”
Then, hunted by the hounds of power,
Romero chose a safe retreat,
Where bleak Nevada’s summits tower
Above the beauty at their feet.
There once, when on his cabin lay
The crimson light of setting day,
When even on the mountain’s breast
The chainless winds were all at rest,
And he could hear the river’s flow
From the calm paradise below;
Warmed with his former fires again,
He framed this rude but solemn strain:
by Colleen Cavanagh
Can you believe the betrayal we face,
Every day, from the people we trust most;
The people whom we confide in, trusting
That they will stand by us when we need them?
Then they turn away, leaving us alone,
Heartbroken and teary-eyed, beaten down
By the weight of the world left upon us.
Without our closest friends, we are nothing;
The world can trample us with but one step,
Pressing down hard, until we suffocate,
Without anyone to lift the burdens.
Still, we must continue living, wearing
A smile, so that those friends who betrayed us
Will believe we are stronger than we are.
It will defeat those people, and prove that
We can rise above disloyalty, and
Live a better life without those who have
Broken our hearts into many pieces.
That strength is quite admirable, they say,
Though truly, we cry in the dark, alone,
So no one will hear how, really, we are
Weak and broken apart by broken trust.
by Adela Florence Nicolson
You were more than a Lover to me,—
Were something sacred, and half divine,—
Akin to Sunset over the Sea,
To leaves that tremble and stars that shine.
There was not much to attract in me,
No gift or beauty; you did not care
Enough to give me fidelity
Who cared so deeply, and could not share.
Alas, my Temple! I find the Shrine
I entered barefoot, with bended head,
To pay that tender homage of mine,
An open courtyard, where all may tread!
And all men knew it, I hear, but I,
Who being a trusting fool, it seems,
Went to the Market of Love to buy
With coins of worship, and faith, and dreams!
Still it is over. Now, to forget!
I know not whether to choose anew
In hopes of finding loyalty yet,
Or, fond but faithless, drift on with you.
Loving you lightly, among the rest,—
(Many a little, not greatly one),—
You may be right: I may find it best
To do, henceforward, as you have done.
But ah, for my sweet, lost nights with you,
When had Death been, in the dawning grey,
Price of your beauty and love, I knew
I would have paid, and been glad to pay!
by Adelaide Ann Procter
You have taken back the promise
That you spoke so long ago;
Taken back the heart you gave me—
I must even let it go.
Where Love once has breathed, Pride dieth:
So I struggled, but in vain,
First to keep the links together,
Then to piece the broken chain.
But it might not be—so freely
All your friendship I restore,
And the heart that I had taken
As my own for evermore.
No shade of reproach shall touch you,
Dread no more a claim from me—
But I will not have you fancy
That I count myself as free.
I am bound by the old promise;
What can break that golden chain?
Not even the words that you have spoken,
Or the sharpness of my pain:
Do you think, because you fail me
And draw back your hand to-day,
That from out the heart I gave you
My strong love can fade away?
It will live. No eyes may see it;
In my soul it will lie deep,
Hidden from all; but I shall feel it
Often stirring in its sleep.
So remember, that the friendship
Which you now think poor and vain,
Will endure in hope and patience,
Till you ask for it again.
Perhaps in some long twilight hour,
Like those we have known of old,
When past shadows gather round you,
And your present friends grow cold,
You may stretch your hands out towards me,—
Ah! you will—I know not when—
I shall nurse my love and keep it
Faithfully, for you, till then.
7. Naimechka or the Servant
by Taras Shevchenko
All by themselves lived
an old couple fond
In a nice little grove
just by a millpond.
Like birds of a feather
Just always together,
From childhood the two of them
fed sheep together,
Got married, got wealthy,
got houses and lands,
Got a beautiful garden
just where the mill stands,
An apiary full
of beehives like boulders.
Yet no children were theirs,
and death at their shoulders.
Who will cheer their passing years?
Who will soothe their mortal fears?
Who will guard their gathered treasure.
In loyal service find his pleasure?
Who will be their faithful son
When low their sands of life do run?
Hard it is a child to rear,
In roofless house ’mid want and fear.
Yet just as hard ’mid gathered wealth,
When death creeps on with crafty stealth,
And one’s treasures good
At end of life’s wandering,
Are for strangers rude
For mocking and squandering.
Loyalty is a fundamental value that plays a vital role in building strong relationships.
It is a quality that we all seek and cherish in our friends, family, and partners.
These loyalty poems are a powerful reminder of the importance of staying committed and faithful to those we care about.
They inspire us to cherish and honor the relationships that we have and to work towards building stronger, more meaningful connections with the people in our lives.
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