Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Holding Out Hope

Holding out for hope  leaving out the door
searching high and low tearing past grey
latching on to all the bells and whistles
left hanging out again in the pouring rain

With winds flowing through my speck of being
thoughts sit in waiting to fly across the sea
waves of promise rise up and shine for me
as notes adored walk bravely upon the shore

Watching pretty daisies on a clouded day
Surrounded with love, I think I'll stay

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Anne-Lise Andresen January 4, 2017 at 4:29 AM - There is only one kind of love that can satisfy us, filling up all gaps, and give us the happiness we all want; unconditional love or true love - The earth will die without love, Tim - A lovely poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jean Murray January 4, 2017 at 3:56 AM Surrounded with love, it's all you need Tim.

Darren White January 4, 2017 at 1:16 AM I love reading words of hope.

Robert Lindley January 3, 2017 at 9:46 PM Hope is the honey that sweetens thy lover's tea.. So said the sage when asked if love is the last and best hope to hold romance in united hearts! Closing couplet shows, you have spoke to that same wise man , methinks. A7

Chris Hagy January 3, 2017 at 2:25 PM Yes...Stay! Stay!...lovely write:)..."waves of promise rise up and shine for me", brilliant!

Paul Callus January 3, 2017 at 2:19 PM What better way to start the new year, Tim! On hope we thrive. Lovely end couplet! Regards // paul

Daniel Turner January 3, 2017 at 2:08 PM You haven't learned that "Hope is a fool's paradise" When the candle of hope burns up all that's left is a mess. Praying you are well, my friend:)

Charmaine Chircop January 3, 2017 at 12:59 PM Who do not love the beauty of daises.What a wonderful imagery you describe Tim...And indeed a poem of serenity past the grey.Awesome.A 7 Tim Smith January 3, 2017 at 1:11 PM Thanks Charma...I have some in one of my paintings on the wall.

Chris Green January 3, 2017 at 11:54 AM yet another beautiful and romantic poetic offering. Your pen bleeds love I think my friend. Tim Smith January 3, 2017 at 11:58 AM Thanks Chris, I'm trying to love more in the new year.