Best Hopelost Poems
I knew a clown who never smiled,
He’d lost his wife and little child.
No matter how hard he’d try, his smile now always pointed down,
No laughter could he bring about, this saddened man they call a clown.
His heart so heavy, he prayed that it would one day burst,
His life once good, now seemed forever cursed.
No will to live, all hope was gone,
In a motel room so all alone.
The gun lay by the bed on a nightstand with a book that read,
Holy Bible (gift from the Gideons), and he picked it up and sat down upon the bed.
With thoughts of ending it all that night,
Something kept telling him this wasn’t right.
Then he read about the one called Christ and how he suffered to set us free,
And how His Father in Heaven had to watch His Son being nailed to that tree.
He said He died for me, but I didn’t know,
And he read on and the story tells how he loves us so.
He knew he really needed help, but no one could mend his troubled heart,
On his knees, he prayed that night and said, I’m lost and don’t know where to start.
At that very moment, he felt a glow within,
And on his face he felt a smile begin.
It was the first time in such a long while,
And now he does what he used to do, making folks happy and children smile.
The moral is that when we lay our burdens down at the Saviors feet,
There is nothing in this world that can ever compete!
O' so you are lost?
alone, frail, and tossed?
I see you there
threaded and bare
yet you walk along my twisty road
Are you not afraid lost boy?
Are you mad with the fever?
Know you not that this leads down to the River?
The river, the river of tears from lost little boys
where they float along, dead as dead little toys?
You are lost little child
alone among my skeletal wild
the wood and the snakes
the fears and aches
and you, just a lost boy, know nothing
O' yes, I see
you have no fear of me
But I am Death
I eat your breath
do you not fear me?
"No. I am lost alone.
But you lay no claim to my flesh and bone.
For I am not just a little boy?"
O' you are not?
then what are you, lost little boy.
Alone in my wood
in bed you be you should
"I am not at the end of my rope.
My name is Hope."
Ah. then you are not mine.
The Earth is moist as the rain is warm
God's tears pressing against my cheek.
I prayed today as I did yesterday
and still am I feeling feebly weak.
I thought he had lost hope of me
As though I may have had lost hope in him
I thought I may have prayed so wrongly
that I may have prayed for sin.
I tasted his tears as though it were holy wine
that fell from that gray-awkward sky,
dreaming in solitude hoping of
giving me his piece of strength
to steer my life with sincerity and love.
This crazy time in someone's life
Where things are unknown and hectic
Lies many challenges to be solved
And a heart to be practiced unprotected
As memories lie, as stepping stones
For what to be alert for ahead
It shows one how they've come so far
With their actions, not merely by whats been said
Of course these struggles at the current time
Are among the hardest yet
One is so alone and without resources
And cannot afford to bet
The waiting game is a sure win card
With the passing storm above
But trust in faith and other things
And the same outcome will be that of love
With all their might, they try to find
The purpose of themselves
It just so happens it's not right there
Easily seen on the destinies shelf
Money low, morale lower
They attempt to carry on
They've lost their horse and friends they had
And the Atlantic is another con
For across that massive deadly sea
Is a lighthouse that shines like a star
It's a tempting heartwarming feeling
That is comforting from afar
It distracts and brings joy
To the one who's lost their way
But not to worry things are changing
Just be patient day after day
We cannot control these mishaps and blessings
For reasons not explained
Anywhere there is determination and hope
Their motivation will not perish in flames
SOLD FOR A COW
lost her family in a split second
raped and beaten because shes not white
innocence lost at birth
married to a man forty years her elder
working till her ankels broke
fingers split at the tips
given food from the pig pen
soiled in last weeks secretions
blood dried on her open wounds
feet covered in blisters that are on top of old blisters
being spit on constantly
soaking in semen
tears stained her ripped shirt
yet hope still lies in her broken spirit
mangled hair covers the scares that he leaves behind
teeth falling out from being punched in the mouth
only time is keeping her alive
not by choice but by sacrifice for a better life
hears stories of a place
that sets her FREE
a lost world
THATS HOME TO YOU AND ME
to her this is all she has
little does she know
were fighting back
to bring them home
to our open arms and hearts
WE BELIEVE IN ONE NATION
ONE GOD ONE UNITY
WE BELIEVE IN EACHOTHER