Best Hoped Poems
Had Hoped to Find
While searching, seemed so hard to tell,
Which would be our most favorite shell;
Had to constantly, consistently compare,
As they laid on seashore here and there.
Shells were round, oblong and also odd;
Have been prepared by our beloved God,
With bright colors and delicate designs;
Often are spiral or could be curvy lines.
Through shells would separate and strain;
Ocean waves played such a sweet refrain,
Asking why we became such a big creep;
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.
Each day morning does beautifully break;
We will always respect God and His sake;
Shells which we love must be left behind,
For searchers who them had hoped to find.
Jim Horn
It was the first nightmare I had awake
With chills, fear replaced the blood in my veins
I searched for death and through the swiftest means
But death itself did cower so to flee
Far from the fiercest thing mankind had seen.
The years increased and agéd now—between
first birth and the burnt embers of my dotage—
I yearned and pined for a God-like machine
with which to vitalize my wrinkling image;
my youth extinguished long before Life’s hour
ran its course, I succumbed to melancholy
as I loved not nor lived with Love’s great power
within my lifetime—damned be this my folly!
Only faith in a righteous, holy Son
remains who shall rise to give me rebirth
though youth and hale are gone and I’m undone
by man’s hypocrisy upon this Earth.
So, beloved, extend to me not your pity,—
for my hope lies in God's Indemnity.
More than I hoped you'd be
You are...more than I hoped you'd be
You're the sweet nectar to this honey bee
I...I have been drawn ...to you
One....is now... the sum of two
I've found a treasure known to none
No need to keep digging this tunnel of love
You...you have given sight to blind eyes
Now all I can see...is you, you mesmerize
As we dance under pale moons glow
hearts twisting and turning entwined
Star light flickers as loves shadow grows
Together we bind the hands of time
Eagles fly to places unknown to us
They have the freedom to ride the breeze
Let me take you to a land of trust
Exploring each other and true love seize
John Derek Hamilton
March 14,2021
The older lady used words that no one remembered.
We were not sure if they were mean or glad.
But they spewed out in crazy ways.
Hitting people in their faces
Clawing at their eyes.
Smacking us in our noses.
Maybe they are bad words my uncle suggested.
He was a sailor, so he recognized the connotation.
The content was an anomaly.
We smiled at her, hoping she would give us a clue.
She could not. She had forgotten their meaning
But she adored the reactions that she received.
They were what she had hoped for.
There’s not one Halloween I count as dear
although I loved those childhood times. If I
think back to long ago and then go by
the feelings they evoked in me, then it is clear. . .
One “Hallowed Eve” is an example of
my yearning for those boys I fantasized
about and all the ways that I devised
to meet them! How I suffered angst for puppy love!
His name was Ricky Adams. Like some dope,
I’d stare at him in class and wish he’d see
that he and I were simply meant to be.
Then came my chance one day. A best friend gave me hope!
This best friend, Sheila, knew about my crush
on Ricky. To the same church they both went.
She asked me to a Halloween event
her church would hold. To think of it, I felt a rush. . .
For surely Ricky would be there. I dressed
in something pretty. Oh, this had to be
the night that cutie pie would notice me
at last. This had to be the night that I’d be blessed!
I had great fun with each and every game,
a haunted house, great chili that we ate.
I wondered how much longer I must wait.
But then my hope dissolved when Ricky never came.
Alas, so many times it came to this:
My dreams of love would sadly come to naught,
but I’d keep on, and so my youth was fraught
with dreams dashed, like my hoped for Hallowed Eve of bliss.
For Paula Swanson's "Halloween of Years Past" Contest
"You deserve the entire universe."
"You are amazing, and if only you could see yourself the way I saw you, you'd believe that."
"I'm always here for you, because I love you to bits, and I'll never stop loving you. No matter what you become."
"Suicide isn't worth it; you'd lose so much! The talent you were given, the love we have for you; the treasure trove hidden inside you!"
Those were words she'd seen before
Sometimes, she'd written them
Other times other people wrote them,
But it was always for someone else;
Someone who truly suffered worse than she did.
But that didn't stop her from wishing
That someday
Someway,
Someone would take her hand
And say those very same words.
She hoped that on a day
When she truly felt like ending her life
On a day when she was just done with it all
On a day when the pain was too much to bear alone
She hoped that like in the many fairytales
And fictions
And poems she'd read
And the pictures she'd drawn
Someone cared about her the way she cared about them
Someone would notice that her soul was going to be crushed soon
That her heart was plummeting into hell
And take her hand.
She hoped that just as she teetered on the brink of death,
A caring hand would reach out and grasp her wrist and pull her back
And a voice would say,
"You don't have to die today."
She hoped, but that was all she could do,
Because that person
Apparently didn't exist.
I hoped
I really really hoped
By now that you'd pick up the phone
Or show up at my door
But there's someone you want a little bit more
Days and nights go by
Staying strong is hard but I try
Reminders pop up in every day life
But still I keep busy and strong, I try
So many moments I've never had
I'll never get to experience with dad
Basic anatomy connected us at first
You ignored all that and rolled me in the dirt
Downhill I fell and fell and fell
You made me cry many times and I yelled
Your heads made of brick
My hearts made of sticks
Your abuse burned my love down
You hallowed the insides of this chick
Been ten years now, I've rolled back up the hill
Been a struggle, but life now is pretty chill
I wont pretend that I don't think of you
Miss having someone there because I do
Honestly I never did feel that you cared
That bottle always came first and it was more than I could bare
Being me is something I learned to do
Something that wouldn't have happened if I stuck with you.
The old gal next to me
Doesn't move too fast anymore,
But she's always been beside me...
I can't imagine what for.
The old guy next to her
Doesn't move very fast either;
Would rather not be without her...
Walking slowly together.
We look the same direction;
Pushing, pulling each other forward,
Towards an unseen destination-
Towards a hoped-for destination.
If the Good Lord's willing,
We'll keep progressing together,
Hand-in-hand slowly traveling
Step-by-step forever.
We'll look the same direction;
Pushing, pulling each other forward,
Towards that unseen destination-
Towards that hoped-for destination.
It’s What We Hoped For!
By Elton Camp
“At last it’s happened,” Candice gushed
She handed the test results to Robert
Her joyous smile was matched by his
The couple embraced and kissed
“So, daddy, what do you think about that?”
“It’s the best news ever,” he responded
The time would be a bit over six months
Doctor Royce had explained with a grin
“You lives will never be the same again,
But of course you won’t be minding that.
The next visit, we’ll take a sonogram.
Decide if you want to know girl or boy.”
“We’ll start fixing the nursery next week,
Look at cribs and for a rattle,” Robert said
“Let’s pick out a good name for him.”
“Or her,” Candice gently reminded
However, none of those things were to be
Candice awoke to a terrifying sensation
“Robert, help me,” she moaned with fear
“Please take me to the hospital quickly!”
“This is usually due to a serious defect.”
The doctor described the first trimester
“All the organs and system are formed.
It’d have been far worse if the fetus lived.”
Words meant as comfort added to anguish
“What’s wrong with us,” the couple asked
The doctor shook his head and stood to leave
“You’re young, try again,” he whispered
(Based on an event from decades ago.)
around the time your eyes met mine
i ran in fields of those unclean-
i saw you stand with feet so sore
awaiting stars that shall align
for you’re the one that i adore-
your cashmere moon sees stars serene;
a song with tunes caught in between
what used to be what i forgot-
the hope of truth that love bestowed
has planted joy from love’s seed sowed
the woe I wore was doffed by thee,
embrace the way you swept debris;
i ache when you are not near me-
our dulcet love as pure as gold,
affection as my heart you hold-
destruction fears what of romance,
seduction steers a love perchance
if dreams of me you dream at night,
must i admit i dream of you?
a love too splendid for thy sight...
for you have made my hopes come true
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(I hope I did IP right, I'm still learning)
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4/30/2021
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rod never employed
children acting like children
softly spoken words
clear, gentle, admonishments
calm, compassionate adults
I would have been more fearful if I had not been studying leopards.
I knew not to run, but I stopped whistling and walked confidently.
I felt lucky he was giving me the “yawn” eye.
And prayed it was not the “I’m going to take my time eating you” eye.
Blood splattered walls,
The death of loved ones tearing your life apart,
The evidence of hopelessness escaped through the heart.
We always tell ourselves that it will never happen to us,
Blinded by the hopes and dreams,
When you find out all that’s left is sobs and screams.
Hold on for as long as possible,
Try to taste the last bit of fresh air you can get.
Say goodbye to the sunsets,
For you will never see them again.
One who was caged down is finally free,
Your soul flies high over the horizon.
The agony you feel finally stopped,
Glad to know you’re in a better place.
Death is more then just one big tragedy,
I guess it’s hard to explain unless you’ve been there.
The ones who can see the beauty in death are the ones who wish for it every day,
The ones who love it are the ones who always seem to lose it.
The innocent eyes of curiosity,
As she sees the stars for the first time.
The peak of life as it all comes crashing down,
The sleepless nights and lonely stares.
Wishing they would come back for even a moment,
To share the wonders of the afterlife.
After death life seems so much more precious,
No more being chained down by worry,
Let the ones you love reach all they want to be,
Life is always such an interesting story.