Best Hopes Poems
Transitions towards a worldwide truce
Highlight our hearts, hopes, hymns and
Inspire us to embrace peace as a truth
Spread globally strong from love’s roots.
All prayers need seek universal peace,
Love-filled hearts breathing ease and
Living life with freedom guarantees.
Corrupt power holders need be
Outnumbered by justice seekers,
United in faith to crumble cruel
Leaders and their false rule, to then
Determine all lives harmony soothed.
Blessings of equality could be as they should be,
Enjoyed by all brothers and sisters of humanity.
A wish is hope, all dressed up
A heart that needs to sing...
And I have 3 songs today,
Hopes and wishes, that I bring...
I wish yesterday was today
So I could change some things...
I seem so much wiser now,
A different song I'd sing...
I wish I had the power
To make my fellows see...
That hate wont set the table,
But love is always free
I wish that I could write a poem
That everyone would read...
Something with a message,
To plant a fruitful seed
We all would like to think
That magic might come our way...
And that some Genie just might grant,
Our hopes and wishes for today
I’m the prince with calloused palms
up at dawn with stifled yawns; pulling on boots
feeding pigs and herding cows - stuck in mud, it’s raining now
and as I plough, I dream of life... not on a farm
of white walled castles crowned in gold (like the tales told of old)
where beautiful princesses dance and laugh
(with roaring fires in their hearths) blowing kisses at princes
brave and bold - none of them shivering, miserably cold
but dreams are dreams, and so I plough
heir to acres; fit and well (and down in the village, there is this girl)
I have no castle, but I’ll ask for her hand
in time, a son, and new prince of this land
I have nothing left
from when I was small.
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing at all.
I used to have shoes,
I once had a ball,
a bow that fit nicely
with my violin, small.
But now I have
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing at all.
But I have my memories,
my hopes and my dreams,
a life filled with friendship,
a heart that bursts at the seams.
A notebook with poems,
a bear and a doll,
a warm woollen jacket
with a fitting shawl.
Two mittens, a kitten,
I wore a hat in the fall...
But now I have
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing at all.
But I have my memories,
my hopes and my dreams,
a life filled with friendship,
a heart that bursts at the seams.
I have nothing left
from when I was small.
I used to have shoes,
I once had a ball,
a bow that fit nicely
with my violin, small.
A notebook with poems,
a bear and a doll,
a warm woollen jacket
with a fitting shawl.
Two mittens, a kitten,
I wore a hat in the fall...
But now I have
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing at all.
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June 7, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
My wrapper loose day after day
My motion and emotion unstable
I forget to think
But I wasn’t drunk
I remember in a trance
Stable I was
My wrapper tight on my torso
Not divulging the firm breasts
I remember vividly when it began to loose
Days turned nights
The sun withheld its radiance
I mourned unending
Breasts tumor I had
Oh! The pain hurts
One more ill has befallen me
A spinster at 50
Severally dumped I was
By men on trial
The life I live was wreaked
My heart fell apart
Picking up the fossils
Amidst courage and optimism
Dreadful incidence I traversed
Since my birth, early 60’s
Aargh! I’m bigoted
But utmost myopic
I wasn’t sleeping
Merely a spinster’s vision
When at 52
Men on trial returned
I had miscarriages
Pains were inflicted
53, I would be
The wrapper has slipped off
Revealing the sagging breasts
My legacy is gone
I’ve missed my menses
I’ve wept all day
I pled against miscarriage
But all hope is not lost
Because I’m pregnant!
OMEBE RITA
Sometimes, a slow fire burns inside of me,
And eats away at all the good I’ve done.
The Spark Divine’s across the Nether Sea*,
And of the blunt and broken, I am one.
I would my heart could smite smoke like a sword,
And burn a fiery streak across the bay.
I’ve gathered all my Love into the Word,
And said one tenth of what I have to say…
I calm my teeth, now, for they’d clench and grind,
While I tend still, unworthy fires here.
I cannot know the Nature of that Mind
That sows its seeds among the soils of fear…
But, now, Your coming spreads snow on the fire,
And cools my brow with flakes, freezes my ire.
* the Sea of Samsara, the Sea of Suffering. Also, the emotional plane.
Life is twittering of birds you listen
taking a stroll when sky bright and azure
Life is blooming buds of poppies glisten,
Life is all of these pure joys, and puzzling more !
Life a mesmerizing harp strung with hopes,
Life is a chessboard of failures and win,
magic in seasons, a kaleidoscope,
longing and loss - passionate love within!
gathering stunning colours from rainbow
relishing moments, Life is poetry,
charming sights and sounds, pour rain or sun glow,
rivers and oceans - Life is tapestry
blinded with sadness and death, Life is maze…
Life is a galaxy, stars never dim,
A Shangri-la brightening gloomy days,
rebirth and regeneration - Life's dream.
July 7, 2022
"All About Three Qs" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Life
Four Quatrains, !0 syllables in each line
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Rhymes checked by Rhymezone.com
Before we implode or reach cluster one
What do you want from me, as you humans dry run
We are Poles apart in what you and I do
Marooned you will be, if you don't turn to be true
I am only but a sphere, but your wearing the inside out
Our futures lost for words as we enter life's drought
There is time for dialogue to take it back
Will it be a great day for freedom, or will we enter our black
Around the table of powers we have to keep talking
We had high hopes when we stooped, we may cease to stop walking
It beggars belief that we are heading into strife
Maybe one day we'll acknowledge, that were coming back to life
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The twilight shades of fate are slowly drawn;
like charcoal sketches - shadows wrap the day
and while I ponder, all the light is gone,
behind a dream where futile wishes stay.
Now here, in selfish pity, is the night,
where once we danced and swore that love would last;
instead its chills now silently alight
and stings like frost when Autumn days have passed.
Sad truths can leave us hiding in the shade
like photographs portrayed in gray and black,
I'm lost like wistful wishes that I made,
and trying to fill the colors that are lacked.
Still, in the shadows, secrets beckon us
to where we know are truths that we can trust.
Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars
The cozy, round, garden table,
In that smoky Columbian cafe.
A time long ago, and far away.
Let’s go back in time, we’re able.
The dance floor, we happily purvey,
In this country, let us joyfully stay!
In our house, your head I will cradle.
Your Latin eyes, still make me sway.
I truly vow, with you, I will forever stay!
7/25/2024 poem 2
Strong heart grains as gild
shone hope on her dream draped palace.
In time cracks reshaped grains
into hapless dream gratis gravestones.
Here I walk alone down a distant shore,
Watching the sunset, as clouds drift away,
With the hopes that our paths will cross once more.
My mind feels empty and my nerves feel sore,
Wishing to meet again some other day,
Here I walk alone down a distant shore.
Recalling how my heart sank to the floor,
Not knowing exactly what I should say,
With the hopes that our paths will cross once more.
You turned away, and then walked out the door,
Even after I had begged you to stay,
Here I walk alone down a distant shore.
I keep walking, my tears begin to pour,
Wondering what sort of price I must pay,
With the hopes that our paths will cross once more.
I remember promises we once swore,
And yet, you are not here with me today.
Here I walk alone down a distant shore,
With the hopes that our paths will cross once more.
© 2020
I won't use your name,
because people like us,
like to sometimes,
remain anonymous.
I hope you make it till Friday,
I hope you find a place,
theres so much I could say,
how about just a couple promises,
from junkie to junkie.
I promise after Thursday ends,
Friday will begin.
I promise that you are,
definitely worth it.
I hope you make it till Friday,
I hope you find a place.
But what I hope for most for you,
I hope, for hope, for you.
I hope you do.
I really hope you do.
Perfection and fairy tales like life
Slowly, immersing into the present
Slowly, pasted to the backdrops of silence
Slowly, let everything fall into place
Seasons changed
Spring, summer, fall, winter...
The buds changed
Pink, green, gold and none
Peacefully grown into love
New encounter
Turns to lessons
And each time, she becomes stronger and mature
Now she's all alone
Not crying, but moving on
Perfection and fairy tales like life
Surely, doesn't exist
Surely, there's still hope
Surely, everything will fall into its right place
Broken dreams, and smiles and flowers
Grow apace throughout our fervid hours
The times of wreaths and solemn nods
The dearth; some worth and serried sods.
The gathered few or many more
The muted laughs, cross creaking floors
The everyday, it pervades; this all
It’s a gamut run; Christmas to fall
We often can’t; yet sometimes will
Observe our promise to hold our wills!
Forgive our sins we fall so short
Send angels Lord for we are bought.
With blood and Love, not fully of this earth
The sun moon, stars do bow, their worth.
©Joe Maverick 13-11-2022