Best Hope Sad Poems
Friends, do not forget: there is still beauty
When the darkness comes and shadows fall,
Music, Art, and nature, gentle comforts
When despair is deep and hope is small.
Friends, do not forget: there is still laughter
When we’ve finished choking down our tears,
When the world seems full of desolation
And we grit our teeth and face our fears.
Friends, do not forget: they have not taken
Kindness, love and friendship from our hearts.
If we can resist the hate and anger,
Maybe we can be where healing starts.
We will rise again tomorrow morning,
Sunshine follows even darkest night.
Think of this when you feel close to breaking
As we walk the long road to the light.
November 2016
In eastern lands, where once did roam
The winds of peace, and fields of home
Now echoes sound of bombs and gun
As war in Ukraine, is far from done
The sky once blue, now turned to gray
With smoke and dust, that won't away
And children's laughter, now replaced
By cries of pain, in this historic place
With each new day, new battles fought
As brothers clash, with brothers sought
And homes once filled, with love and grace
Now lie in ruins, in this darkened space
Oh, how we long, for peace to reign
And end this war, this endless pain
Let hearts unite, in hope and prayer
For Ukraine, for peace, and love to share.
(You make me feel) Alive
I'm in a dark place,
and I don't belong here
Then I see your face,
I let go of all my fears
You never really know,
how scary this life can be
I need for you to show me,
how to face reality
Bridge
You need to know- you need to know
you make me feel alive
You need to know- you need to know
You make me feel alive(yeah)
You make me feel alive
yes you make me feel... alive!
Chorus 1
I see your star shining brightly at night,
I try to catch a tiny beam of light,
I only hope that I'll be alright,
You need to know- you make me feel alive
It's so very hard for me,
to want to wake everyday
I can't face this life alone,
I need you to show me the way
Bridge
You need to know- you need to know
you make me feel alive
You need to know- you need to know
You make me feel alive(yeah)
You make me feel alive
yes you make me feel... alive!
Chorus 2
I see your star shining brightly at night,
you give me hope that I'll be alright,
Please help me to keep up the fight
You need to know-you make me feel alive
You need to know-you make me feel alive
You need to know-you make me feel alive
repeat refrain and fade
John Derek Hamilton
May 15,2019
Wipe that frown from your face
Trust in what the future has in store
You never know what's around the corner
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
POTD February 17, 2026
She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.
Her agonies and sorrows brew
in eyes that vail her tears.
She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.
But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?
In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.
Vale: valley
Vail: let sink
Veil: something that conceals
Avail of: use to one’s advantage
Countervail: offset, counteract
Inspired by poems of KC
It could not be seen in the shadows.
In his crackling voice couldn't hear.
He once was a man with head held high,
Who sang of a love held so dear.
She was more than a wife and companion.
So much more than a love for all time.
Together they crafted a beautiful poem,
But, she died with his reason for rhyme.
The alleys were home for the beggar,
Where bottles were shattered like dreams.
He wandered around in confusion,
Trying to hide from his terrible screams.
He lost all his faith in the shuffle.
Trust in God was a thing of the past.
But he still had some friends that were praying,
And they wondered how long it would last.
The nights were the best for the beggar.
There was warmth in the visions of her.
He reached out to touch her sweet image
And she wrapped them in love's comforter.
The chill of December came quickly,
As he curled up into her embrace.
At peace in the dead of the winter,
With a smile that froze to his face.
I cry,not the tears of joy,I cried when our
athletes rompt the Olympics,
I now cry,tears of anger,tears of disgust,
Tears,enough to drown the wicked,heartless
people living among us,
I cry tears of astonishment,tears of mis-trust,
So many great lives, disappearing from among us,
I cry,not with fear,but with revenge on my mind,
the taste of blood in my mouth,
Cherisher's of life,lets take back Jamaica,
east to west,north to south,
I cry for the weak, time to be strong,
Stop entertaining senseless killers,
walking with them hand in hand,
I cry because these killers have not given
our children the chance to grow old,
Their lives snuffed out,before reaching their goals,
I cry with the intention of washing, this senseless killing away,
Cry,cry with me Jamaica,cry with me Poetry Soup.....
Skipping along with three friends by her side
Anticipation was high.
Whirling tornadoes had long disappeared;
Not a dark cloud in the sky.
Yellow as daffodils was the brick road,
Yellow the ripening corn,
And it had coloured the heart of the lion
Leaving him sad and forlorn.
Suddenly Dorothy stopped in her tracks
‘Was that you, Scarecrow’ she said.
‘Whispering jibberish under your hat?
I didn’t quite catch the thread’.
‘No it was me’ piped a tremulous voice
‘Cast your eyes down to the ground’.
Yellow as summer sun, creeping along
Such a sad creature they found.
‘Please can you help me escape from this path,
Life is so treacherous here.
Camouflaged as I am with the brick road,
For my own life I do fear’.
Off to the Wizard they wended their way
Shy caterpillar in tow,
Full of bright hopes of a change to their lives,
For it had been promised so.
After the Wizard had heard the bug’s plea
This was his bitter reply.
'You must return to the yellow brick road
And life will change by and by.’
Heavy of heart, and with tears in his eyes,
Back to face danger he crept.
So much for miracles, life was unfair;
His fate he’d have to accept.
Change started happening after a while,
Feelings he couldn’t explain,
But as he flew o’er the yellow brick road
His heart felt joyful again.
19/11/18
'Off to see the wizard poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Everything falls to pieces,
as the reality of my worthless existence
dawns on me.
So I crawl;
to that empty space
I call my mind.
To hide from the world
that wishes to
prick,
prattle,
and probe
until there is nothing left.
Except for me,
and my insecurities.
A endless assemblage
of dreams and regrets,
that have led me
to believe -
THERE IS nothing left.
So as the last tear flows
I only hope,
tomorrow will be
a little less bleak,
Without Me.
Waves of freezing emotions turning,
The cold, so powerful it feels like burning,
Uncontrollable flow of uncertainty,
Ice locking up efforts for comfort,
Feeling of urgency, of wasted chance for solution,
No safe place to run, no happy place to hide,
White snow outside, black clouds inside,
Covering frozen ground, distancing warming sun,
Back to an old ways, recollecting the old days,
Time lapse rushing and erasing,
Back to the old, lost in the flow,
Continuing, returning, same words repeating,
Days keep on turning,
No long term solutions,
Just same old confusions.
I wake in the middle of a cold winter night
Light flickers across the ceiling from flames nearby
Winter blues burst from my realm of sleep
Tears of doubt fall, how to face another frozen day
Feeling misunderstood in this darkness
Grasping for words that often land on deaf ears
Sadness spills inside, from seeing slate colored skies
One day after another, as winter takes hold tightly
I wonder when the frigid air will not reach within
Squeezing my heart like a thief of warmth
Reminding me trees are bare and life can be empty
I long for brightness of spring to waken my spirit
To fill me with joy, like flowers with vibrant colors
To erase the dark images looming day and night
When transformation flickers like the flame I see
Waving above me, back and forth, as I wait
For life to capture the warm sunlight from East to West
And these blues hanging on, let go with winter’s goodbye
Heidi Sands
1/3/18
Placed 2nd in the ‘Winter Blues’ contest.
I put on paper the pros and cons
Who does me right who does me wrong
Words slowly form a saddened list
The song playing tells of this
All that is wrong comes in to light
I start to cry as i continue to write
Looking for hope to turn it all around
But more cons is what i found
No words can i say
To bring a spark from yesterday
The sound of the clock passing time
Brings more words to form a line
Looking here looking there
Only words is what i share
Now words in an envelope
Waiting for that day of hope
I said "I was just trying to be heard."
but the grown-ups were scheduling the next meeting about meetings
and the stillness was louder than me.
I said "I saw the cracks before the walls fell."
but they called it anxiety
pressed a pill into my palm—a bitter bead to bolt the mouth—
traded my bike for a screen.
I said "I asked what happens when the warnings all come true."
but they gave me the word catastrophizing
and sent me to talk to someone who would teach me to cope.
I said "I need something—God, or anything bigger than this ungodly."
but they said they'd outgrown that
they said the universe runs on chaos
hope—a feathered fraud—
they said forgetting was the price of growing.
I said "I dreamed of a world that listened first."
but the world was scrolling
and the scroll had no bottom
and the bottom had no floor.
I am still trying to be heard
the grown-ups are still busy
the world is still scrolling.
and I am learning
that no one is coming
that rescue is a story, fantasy, myth
that survival is action, not a noun—
I teach myself
in the darklessness—where angels file complaints.
while the adults
argue the wording
of the warning
no one
will ever
read.
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§ FINAL VOLTA
But even in the dawn
I feel the stillness shiver—
a warning
the world
still refuses to hear
an acorn
hits my head—
the forest still believes
in warning
even when we don't
I tried to cry out,
I tried to say something,
I tried to speak up,
speak up and ask.
I tried to ask for help,
I tried so hard to be heard.
And no one heard.
I kept trying,
I kept calling and crying out.
Would no one hear me?
I tried to reach out,
out for help,
love,
security,
acceptance,
anything.
And no one heard.
Until it was too late.
I AM HIV/AIDS
Saint Luke predicted me long time ago,
While the Book of Revelation warned you about me.
I am raging like a wild fire,
I am growling like a lion,
I have spotted you and I will pounce on you!
I am HIV/AIDS!
I attack people in all socio-economic and educational classes,
I cut across cultural and religious sects,
Graves and hospitals bear this testimony.
Despite significant medical accomplishments,
I remain incurable,
I am HIV/AIDS
From Africa to America, Australia to Asia and Artantica to Europe.
From Cape Provinces to Limpopo and Mpumalanga to Kwa-Zulu / Natal.
From Bekkersdal to Grobblersdal and Makapanstad to Marabastad.
From Sun Valley to Sun City and Mamelodi to Mametlhake.
From Witlagte to Langlagte and Suiwerskuil to Kromkuil.
I am reigning, I am HIV/AIDS.
Woe for the earth and for the sea,
Because I have descended in great anger to devour you!
I refer to you, who do not abstain,
I mean you there, who are not faithful,
And you here who do not condomise,
For I am HIV/AIDS.
Media has warned you,
Priests have preached at the top of their voices,
Politicians have cried loud,
Organizations and institutions have given you warnings,
But all these have come to naught,
Now I will kill you like flies, for I am HIV/AIDS
This is not news to you,
You will certainly catch me through unprotected sex,
Shared infected needles and syringes, contaminated blood,
And from an infected mother to her unborn child.
I then multiply in your blood, mercilessly attacking
Your defence system and leave you for the dead,
For I am HIV/AIDS.
You know this fully well;
You cannot catch me through
Sneezing, sharing toilet seats, coughing,
Or shaking hands with an infected person.
Behold, even if you are not infected,
You are affected by me, for I am HIV/AIDS.
Even though I am dreadful and mighty,
I will finally die and my heart is sore,
That will be when sense is finally knocked in your head,
That will be when you abstain from sex,
You remain faithful to your partner or condomise,
Remember, prevention is better than cure, for I am HIV/AIDS!