Peace by Gerard Manley Hopkins

When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite
To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows
Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu
Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,
That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,
He comes to brood and sit.

Making Peace by Denise Levertov

Making Peace by Denise Levertov

A voice from the dark called out,
"The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war."

But peace, like a poem,
is not there ahead of itself,
can't be imagined before it is made,
can't be known except
in the words of its making,
grammar of justice,
syntax of mutual aid.

A feeling towards it,
dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have
until we begin to utter its metaphors,
learning them as we speak.

A line of peace might appear
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
long pauses. . . .

A cadence of peace might balance its weight
on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence,
an energy field more intense than war,
might pulse then,
stanza by stanza into the world,
each act of living
one of its words, each word
a vibration of light—facets
of the forming crystal.

How To Acquire Peace

How To Acquire Peace Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul On changeable Earth human beings are wise,They want to perpetuate the progress in rise.Some vie in earning wealth to live happily,Attractive edifices they build to reside properly.To lead a prosperous life some are on...

A Prayer for Victory over Temptation

A Prayer for Victory over Temptation
Haste to me, Lord, when this fool-heart of mine
Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving;
Or, like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving,
Swoln up with wrath, desireth vengeance fine.
Haste, Lord, to help, when reason favours wrong;
Haste when thy soul, the high-born thing divine,
Is torn by passion’s raving, maniac throng.

A Prayer For You

A Prayer For You by Lenora McWhorter

I lifted you to the Lord today
as I spent some time in prayer.
I asked God to be near you
and your burdens help you bear.

I could feel the Father smile
each time I called your name
because I talk to Him quite often
and my prayers are the same.

A Wish for Peace

A Wish for Peace I wish for you,I wish for me,I wish for all the world to live in harmony.When I look into the sky at night and see the stars above,I wish for peace, I wish for love. I wish for you…I wish for youI wish for me…I wish for me I wish for all the world to...

Peace by George Herbert

Peace by George Herbert

Peace By George Herbert

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask'd, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.

I did; and going did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peace's coat:
I will search out the matter.
But while I looked the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.

Then went I to a garden and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digged, I saw a worm devour
What showed so well.

At length I met a rev'rend good old man;
Whom when for Peace

I did demand, he thus began:
There was a Prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase
Of flock and fold.

He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes.
But after death out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;
Which many wond'ring at, got some of those
To plant and set.

It prospered strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth:
For they that taste it do rehearse
That virtue lies therein;
A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth
By flight of sin.

Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you;
Make bread of it: and that repose
And peace, which ev'ry where
With so much earnestness you do pursue,
Is only there.

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Quiet Reliance Poem

QUIET RELIANCE POEM In the quiet hush where dawnlight glows, I lay my thoughts where stillness grows. Among the leaves my longings fall, A silent wish, the softest call. May storms within you find their peace, And let the weight of sorrow cease. Let love descend like...

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Whispers of the Quiet Grove Poem

Whispers of the Quiet Storm

WHISPERS OF THE QUIET GROVE Beneath the hush of softened skies, Where gentle leaves in silence rise, A heart once torn by storm and grief, Now finds in stillness, sweet relief. The winds once howled with cruel disdain, Each whisper laced with ghost of pain, Yet...

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The Art of Staying Tender poem

The Art of Staying Tender poem

The Art of Staying Tender poem There is a softness in me that the world once tried to silence, yet it blooms anyway Like wildflowers breaking through stone. I hold this tenderness close, letting it shape my days with quiet courage and unspoken strength some nights it...

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The sun

The Sun by Sara Dickson

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/k2QTkyiKkFY Blaze, sun, blaze you fire streak,Above horizon ashen sneak,Specked with brilliant heat from molten core,Ball of flames such orange pumpkin,Burning object, many lore.A gleeful creature shed rays of light,Bring swift end to...

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Ode to Nature by Walter Safar

Ode To Nature by Walter Safar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnHpgX30s1Q I'm looking at the starlit sky,I'm looking at the timeless heavenly plough land,Along which the Father sows the seed of eternal light.I'm looking at the falling star,Mercifully weaving the magic lightAbove the lonely dreamer...

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Let Peace Prevail In This World

Let Peace Prevail In This World

Let Peace Prevail In This World by Ravi Sathasivam

When you look for peace
then the peace lies within you
When you search for peace
then it is not hard to find
When you want to keep peace alive
then you allow white doves to fly over you
When you make peace with others
then the whole world live in your heart
When you let peace be in the world
then you live in wonderful world
When you allow peace flow around the world
then your hateness will go and love will flow
When you open the door for peace
then peace welcome to your lives.
Let the peace prevail in our wonderful world

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Stories of Peace

Stories of Peace

 🌿 Stories of Peace: A Community Storytelling Walk in the Park 🌿

 Part of the Coventry Peace Festival 2025

 

🕊️ A Walk for Peace and Connection

What if stories could bring people closer, heal divisions, and inspire hope?
This November, Emerald Book Club invites you to experience just that at Red House Park, Coventry, as part of the Coventry Peace Festival 2025.

 

 

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Stories of Peace: A Community Storytelling Walk in the Park will offer residents a calm, creative, and inclusive space to connect, reflect, and celebrate Coventry’s identity as a City of Peace and Reconciliation.

The event encourages people from diverse backgrounds to come together outdoors, share personal stories, listen to others, and build mutual understanding. Through storytelling and poetry, participants will explore themes of peace, forgiveness, and unity in a way that strengthens empathy and social cohesion.

This activity promotes mental wellbeing by combining gentle movement, nature, and creative expression. It will also help reduce isolation by creating opportunities for conversation, friendship, and intergenerational connection in a relaxed, welcoming setting.

By fostering dialogue and respect through the shared power of words, Stories of Peace will strengthen community spirit and highlight the importance of peace and reconciliation in everyday life.

📖 Discover the Power of Shared Stories

Our event, Stories of Peace, is more than just a walk — it’s a journey through words, voices, and shared experiences.

As we stroll through the park’s peaceful paths, local storytellers and poets will share powerful tales and poems about peace, forgiveness, and unity.
Each stop along the walk will open a window into how storytelling connects us all — across generations, cultures, and communities.

💚 Be Part of Something Meaningful

Imagine spending an afternoon surrounded by nature, listening to stories that warm the heart and spark reflection.

Whether you want to listen, share, or simply be part of a peaceful moment, Stories of Peace is for you.
Together, we’ll celebrate Coventry’s proud legacy as a City of Peace and Reconciliation — and remind ourselves of the beauty found in every voice.

 

🌍 Join Us!

📅 Date: Saturday 8 November 2025
🕐 Time: 1–3 PM
📍 Location: Red House Park, Coventry
💫 Free Event | All Welcome | No Booking Required

Come walk with us.
Listen. Share. Connect.
Let’s tell stories that bring peace to our city — one step and one word at a time.

🔖 About the Coventry Peace Festival

The Coventry Peace Festival celebrates the city’s ongoing role as a City of Peace and Reconciliation, offering creative and community-led events that promote unity, understanding, and hope.

Emerald Book Club is proud to be part of this year’s programme with support from Coventry City Council.

Coventry Peace Festival 2025

Poems About Peace

Making Peace by Denise Levertov

A voice from the dark called out,
             ‘The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war.’
                                   But peace, like a poem,
is not there ahead of itself,
can’t be imagined before it is made,
can’t be known except
in the words of its making,
grammar of justice,
syntax of mutual aid.
                                       A feeling towards it,
dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have
until we begin to utter its metaphors,
learning them as we speak.
                                              A line of peace might appear
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
long pauses . . .
                        A cadence of peace might balance its weight
on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence,
an energy field more intense than war,
might pulse then,
stanza by stanza into the world,
each act of living
one of its words, each word
a vibration of light—facets
of the forming crystal.

Peace Walk by William Stafford

We wondered what our walk should mean,
taking that un-march quietly;
the sun stared at our signs— “Thou shalt not kill.”
Men by a tavern said, “Those foreigners . . .”
to a woman with a fur, who turned away—
like an elevator going down, their look at us.
Along a curb, their signs lined across,
a picket line stopped and stared
the whole width of the street, at ours: “Unfair.”
Above our heads the sound truck blared—
by the park, under the autumn trees—
it said that love could fill the atmosphere:
Occur, slow the other fallout, unseen,
on islands everywhere—fallout, falling
unheard. We held our poster up to shade our eyes.
At the end we just walked away;
no one was there to tell us where to leave the signs.

Peace by George Herbert

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask'd, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.

I did; and going did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peace's coat:
I will search out the matter.
But while I looked the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.

Then went I to a garden and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digged, I saw a worm devour
What showed so well.

At length I met a rev'rend good old man;
Whom when for Peace

I did demand, he thus began:
There was a Prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase
Of flock and fold.

He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes.
But after death out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;
Which many wond'ring at, got some of those
To plant and set.

It prospered strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth:
For they that taste it do rehearse
That virtue lies therein;
A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth
By flight of sin.

Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you;
Make bread of it: and that repose
And peace, which ev'ry where
With so much earnestness you do pursue,
Is only there.

Peace Poem by Alan Robertson

 

The Poem for Peace

 

Lay down the poppies let the white doves fly,

We all pray for peace is the new battle cry.

 

Heavy gun fire comes down overhead,

This never should happen as this shall be said.

 

Those guns and bullets that take all our young,

We all cry for peace let this song be sung.

 

Let’s lay down the guns, let’s lay down all arms,

So these noble young men can return to their cities and farms.

 

Peace now and forever is the new battle cry,

Repeating these words until the day I shall die.

 

A . W . Funston - Robertson

16-10-2024

 

Let Peace Prevail In This World by Ravi Sathasivam

When you look for peace
then the peace lies within you
When you search for peace
then it is not hard to find
When you want to keep peace alive
then you allow white doves to fly over you
When you make peace with others
then the whole world live in your heart
When you let peace be in the world
then you live in wonderful world
When you allow peace flow around the world
then your hateness will go and love will flow
When you open the door for peace
then peace welcome to your lives.
Let the peace prevail in our wonderful world

Welcome To Emerald Book Club

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His Dark Materials is an epic fantasy trilogy by Philip Pullman that has captivated readers worldwide since the mid-1990s. The series consists of three novels: Northern Lights (1995), The Subtle Knife (1997), and The Amber Spyglass (2000). At its heart, the story follows two remarkable children—Lyra Belacqua and Will Parry—as they navigate multiple worlds, uncover dangerous secrets, and become entangled in a cosmic conflict that challenges everything they believe.

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