Best False Hope Poems
Fate and the False Hope
Arrow of fate flies silently straight
targeted mark is found never too late
Man thinks himself master of his fate
forever the fish takes in hopes bait
Time clouds storm right on along
men, ants in a loud, dusty throng
Vanity stirs in such shallow hearts
unmindful of Fate's piercing darts
Burrowing deeply into their mound
seeking treasure never to be found
Their Queen , mistress of dark lust
deep down epic lamentations or bust
Fate flows readily into the dark deeps
man wickedly schemes even as he sleeps
Robert J. Lindley 09-11-2014
The light appeared upon the dark horizon
Twinkling brightly in the frozen air
Nothing could have been more surprising
Nothing else could make me stop and stare
Bright and clear like a star that descended
It shone towards me across open water
A promise of all things fixed and mended
An end to pain cause by emotional slaughter
Like a moth I drifted slowly toward it
Pulled in by the promise of love so warm
Making waves I came near bit by bit
To the light that could heal a heart torn
As I carefully approach this white vision
The black waves lapping its very base
I too late sensed the deep indecision
And all hope disappeared without a trace.
Plunged back into the pitchest of black
Adrift once again upon open water
My broken heart left with another crack
My emotions again my body slaughter.
Where is the sense and the logic to this?
To the pain caused by ones we hold dear
Is it something my mind’s made to miss?
If I don’t know how can I live without fear?
You smile.
You wave.
It's false hope,
You gave.
I loved.
I hoped.
You rejected.
I coped.
My heart.
My soul.
Is jaded
You know.
(From)
You're smile.
You're wave.
The false hope
You gave.
Red numbers burn 4:04 into the darkness. Moments later, they transform their identity and moan 5:16. Work begins in three hours and forty-four minutes; three hours and forty-three minutes.
An uninviting breeze blows through the filmy fabric, interrupting her weary gaze. Tiny defined bumps form on top of her ashen skin. Her bare feet wilt from the edge of the bed as she sits above the bottle of poison that she has since neutralized.
He should have stumbled through the door by now.
Draping a blanket around her curved shoulders, she meekly makes her way to the next room. For a fleeting moment, she permits herself to contemplate her existence. She wonders how she ever succumbed to this.
Just outside, a vehicle screeches to a halt. Music and muffled voices are heard with some effort. A woman’s laughter penetrates the air. The screen door clicks gingerly behind her as she leans over the paint chipped railing hoping to hear a little more. It is him. He is okay.
Instinctively, she returns to the bed and pretends to be asleep.
With difficulty, the apartment door opens and closes. Keys hit the parquet floor with a familiar clatter. The stagger to the bedroom is clumsy and piercing. She lies perfectly still with fallen eyelids.
It is quiet again, but this time the silence is too loud.
She seals her eyes tight and comforts herself with false hope of tomorrow.
january 12, 2012
(this is not a poem, it is a postcard story I had written for a writing project. Was wondering if anyone had any thoughts about it and/or constructive critisim. Did it evoke feeling? Thanks for checking in:)
so, here's to thee
the ever so enchanting Lady Luck
may you make my dreams come true
and my nightmares disappear
but as of now, i (I) mean, as of so far
there has been only silents from you
must you stay so far away
must you be so far from view
would you, could you
take me
like food for thought (something that warrants serious consideration)
i (I) need to be consume by you
feasted on as if you were a ravenous she beast
drawn and quartered as a bloody and raw piece of rare meat
and may be then shitted out
as new
When you fashion your hope on empty promise and expectation... play a sad song.
A gravestone.
It says Sheila Ryan, died aged 59
A devoted mother
Here clinging to the hillside
Striving, for the solemn white cross at the top
Standing
quiet,
unmoving,
unsympathetic.
As soil creep carries the believer down the hill.
Marble-sided buildings sunk in the sand
Jumped 40 glassy stories on command.
Everyone thinks life is nothing and money’s grand.
Rolling chair hawkers spiel and cutely chide
Sunday suited daddies to pay for their brides.
So, a cavalcade of marmalade mommies ride,
(Fatted infants firmly holstered at each side),
Tossing constant comment diapers drenched with pride
To the beach where broken dreamers slept and died.
walk around the edges and meet me at the corner
there is a place that makes some killer 4 cheese macaroni dots
we can order baby back rib subs as well and get our favorite salads with it
please do not make that face at me....i am going crazy out my mind missing me some you
i find myself planning ways to get you all to myself
i find myself on the computer wanting to book some place oceanfront so badly
i find myself writing things that never really happened with hearts of many sizes drawn on all sides
i find myself lying to people i am close to just give myself some type of false assurance
i cannot control the shaking
i cannot control the profuse sweating
i cannot control the urge to free myself sane
i just want to take these rough edges and smooth them all out perfectly
however when it is too late....it is just too late....
tomorrow is your wedding day....and all i can do is watch you walk away with your head held high....without one word to me....
my forever dreams are now and forever nevermore....i choke from the smoke in the air
I
Hope dances in sparkling terms
II
Dashed justice equals ascerbic lives
III
Hope sparkles like false diamonds in South Africa
The sun had begun to shine through the clouds
And the rain has finally stopped
My soul is no longer pulled down towards the muddy waters
And the river has become shallow and stagnate
My heart soars high above the world of sorrow
To a planet ruled by happiness and love
I am no longer drowning in memories
But I am walking through the garden of peace and expectation
The future stands before me
And it is replete with endless possibilities
Deeper and deeper the blade goes in each night,
Holding on to the renominates I call my life,
Losing my grip with each passing day,
Thinking, hoping there is another way,
Tired of fake smiles, and all the I'm fines,
They can't see the pain I'm in and all the silent cries,
But I don't know how much longer I can cope,
How much longer I can believe in this false hope.
So now with all the goals you set
Times run out
You sit and fret
The novels that just drained your time
Apparently ain't worth a dime
And the query's that were mailed
Clearly all that effort failed
Do you have the strength again
To just sit down and use your pen
Give it just another try
Fore you dry up
And just die
Or close the door
And walk away
And take a job
To end your day
Wishing well, ole wishing well,
Grant my wish I pray,
Wishing well, ole wishing well,
Take my pain away.
Wishing well, ole wishing well,
You didn’t grant my wish today,
Wishing well, ole wishing well,
I guess to God ill pray.
God ole God,
To you I pray,
God ole God,
Please listen to what I say.
God ole God,
I feel so much pain,
God ole God,
Please take it away.
God ole God,
Thanks for granting my wish today,
God ole God,
To you I'll always pray
Eyes swelling with stars as the Sun seems just within your fingers reach,
Hands frozen with icy regret while puffed clouds of dreams suckle rain like a leech,
Drops of tears slipping past the sunshine as heavens hints prove fake,
Stormy days swiping away at the walls that push you persuasively to stay awake,
Grasping onto summery breaths of pinnacle promises,
Before the swelling seals of singing heat are shunned upon by flakes of snow so flawless,
And glacial binds of constricting tensions grate your mind like blocks of cheese,
You sway with such oozing joy so radiant,
That your deluded brain dusty with the shavings of misleading maps,
Bursts into gaseous spines of chilling flames,
When sense-tingling forests of delicate danger entangle you in their pathless gradient.
Just when you've built up your courage like a beaten bully,
And risen on life's stabilizing ride,
Those sturdy steely beams you've built by safeguarded steps and a pulley,
Crumble and transfigure into wooden stakes consumed by squirming termites that litter your dark side,
Recoiling with nauseous screams, you drop through rickety floors with no foundation,
And struggle to find a bottom to the lies you've been led to towards damnation,
Those false secrets of hope sparkle and blast just a minute too late,
To be seen through your darkest dungeons where that golden smile melts and dulls away with fate.