Best Hopewords Poems
It all begins with only a twinklin' shimmer of light.
The sin begins to get dimmer and I felt the spark ignite!
So bright, it lit a path inside the crevice of my soul
So I didn't fight, but started to laugh at the light that filled my dark hole.
Such brilliant radiance like I have never experienced before.
Your words were like a cadence, and your passion I couldn't ignore
From above you gave me love at times I can't quite express.
You; I can't get enough of, for you are the light in my darkness!!
Of course there are times when still I falter,
But always you’re the first to sacrifice your heart at the altar.
There are days when the darkness hides their lies
And I lose what is real before my eyes
Yet, you are the first to pick me up and forgive
And point out all I have left for to live.
That rhythm of your words and the love inside your voice
Still gives me each day a reason to rejoice.
sorry this took way to long to put up jimmy!
Well, the story got so sad
I just wanted to end it.
I found the words on a postcard,
but couldn't find the nerve to send it.
I'd mostly given up
on ever having another chance
and I got the impression
my efforts were just a waste of stamps.
You and I used to sit on the beach
with pens in our hands
writing postcards from paradise
to our families and friends.
I remember my good humor
and reading it out loud,
but I haven't felt too witty
for quite some time now.
Everything I write
comes out dark and histrionic;
every time I try to be positive
the page has no words on it.
I took a stroll through a graveyard
of the past and pending
tryin' to say my goodbyes,
but the memories are neverending.
There was a beautiful girl
who knew just what to say:
She said, "I see you're lost,
but I think I know the way."
I knew I was being poisoned
by your memory
and I was pining for your future
to finally send for me.
But the Devil's been my landlord
and the rent continues to increase
and I don't like my odds for survival
if I renew the lease.
The only way outta this place
is to leave your memory behind
and to create a new angel
to restore some peace of mind.
I was actually smiling
as I was led from the graveyard
cuz I knew it couldn't hurt any worse
if someone penetrated my scar.
I followed her to her bed
and stared into her eyes
and, at last, saw a reflection
I didn't despise.
My words used to be everything there was to me and then they fell into the pit of never
ending.
I tried my hardest to capture them back but they fell faster and faster. I thought I
might have to except the fact that I have become this mortal disaster.
My passion was gone and I could not see. Into the pit of never ending I threw myself
falling...falling...falling. I got very quiet and heard my words whispering to me.
I threw my limbs into a dive and went after them until they became alive. They were no
longer whispering, these words of beauty. They were screaming and crying to be set free.
I told them I would save them. I told them to come to me. They went inside of me, to my
very core and up up up we began to soar!
What was once nothing but darkness began to grow light. The opening of the pit came into
sight!
Out we flew and landed ever so gently on the green grass. Freedom was ours at last.
Why did I not let my words disappear? It was more then a mere feeling of fear. It was a
realization. Yes a clear one.
When we're together we are one but my words without me are nothing but none.
Dear Readers, never loose your words. Sometimes the
gift of seeing things differently can be a curse as well as a gift. Sometimes we think too
much and we try and find ways to not think. I've been avoiding my writing for the past few
years because when I write it makes me open up the thoughts and emotions I'm sometimes
scared of. I can honestly say these past few years without my writing have been the worst
years of my life. So NEVER stop doing what you love because you're afraid, because when
you wake up and realize you may never get it back you'll be crushed and terrified.
Thankfully I found my words again and for anyone out there who feels like they've lost
them, dive down deeper. They're waiting to be set free.
This is not the words of anesha brailsford,this is the words of her 10 year old
daughter,Zakhyrah Cooper.
Did not do anything but someone
said you did,all these lies gaining
up in your mind,can't explain
yourself in anyway,but still
nobody belives what you say.
Talking and Talking behind
people backs,starting rumers
about this and that,sticks and
stones will never ever brake
my bones but your words will
never hurt me.
Trying to brake my heart but
you can't,God!! puts his armor
around me, so the devil will never
get threw me,
For Shall I Love God And His Murcy
We Shall Always Love His Murcy AS
Well!!!!
i like to write poems, that are true to me,
some people dont understand,
and some just do not see,
i like to write, what i feel,
but they all come from my heart,
and the words are so real,
some are negative and some are strong,
about my life, and where i went wrong,
but if one person, can learn from my work,
then that will mean, i am not such a jerk,
i write about love,
and i write about dope,
cos if you have been there, then you know its no joke,
i want to sent a message, a message so strong,
so i can help some kid, keep away from the bong,
all these words are really really true,
and i dont want to see me, when i look at you,
Grace in Falling
I have moved through the three ordinary sounds of life
to find you waiting next to
all the unspoken words and
undreamt of understanding you longed for.
So we Walked the long mind of winter to become this lost, then wrote "More myth than
woman"
and titled it with another woman's name
as a gift
veiled.
I could not touch her face with all my
words...without suspicion but held
her all the same.
I see your tears
all the unchanged pain exchanged for
hope.
and find a currency unspent
hiding in your pockets with so much earth.
here love has only one meaning and the soul
cannot defend itself from all the lies
I once told you.
I am not this Earth or the weapon that
frees you with it's own destruction.
I can not bring you peace or the
love
born outside your understanding.
we are not these Bodies
you tell me.
I am fighting for every breath now
seeking all the unspoken words and
undreamt of understanding I long for
but the soul moves on
learning who you are
and
what you have
and
will
mean
to tomorrow.
the Earth will remember you as
love.
cwh
Not a single day goes by that i wish i did more
You can always feel when something is going to happen
I don't just write down poetry i write down my heart,soul to
People say your not a poet you just like to write thats all
I cant explain it to you in words but i can write it down
You only notice me when i get to being famous
I'm not famous i'm a proud poet that loves what i do
I'm young but when i get older i'm still going to be young
I cant make this promise to u but a deal will do
You came into my life wondering if i would start over
No i wont star over but i will tag along with you
No future is determined for me but i hope for it soon
I cry only to show that my words are my tears
You always forget me but never will you forget my words
You held my hands but inside wish it was my heart
I love what i do and will until i move on
Tell me why you whisper when i can hear what you say
Tell me why you sit alone quietly and write to yourself
Draw me a picture with only your words and nothing more
Read me a book to help me remember why i wrote this
The shack of the mind can cause separation from the time: mentally, spiritually,
physically, socially, & psychologically.
Disappointment cramps the belly bottom causing emotional pain leaving all sorts of
pain& strains, in the heart and brain
This causes tears in the eyes with out any water running down the face
“Why does the structure has to go through this kind of phase through the ears
down to the soles?”
It’s hard to use words to let the tales that the body feels while the mind fails
You are the cause of this kind of feeling to be running through me veins because of
the disappointments that disturb my heart and brain
With your high inspiration of words which left the heart, mind and soul.
Then Buff, It would have felt better if you had clapped me with a stone.
The hardness of life has turned me into a stroll, in, up and down on the road.
Disappointments attacks, every time another one tries to heal
But I will never give up because I want to know how success feels
Even though, the pains in the heart and mind, still no heal.
My words can be written,
But not spoken in tone.
This lead is my home.
A pencil is but what a writer makes it,
And i make it my own.
This lead is my home.
I can write all day,
But i cant sleep all night,
Is that right?
Day by day,
And night by night,
I write and write.
The lead in this pencil
Is but what i make it.
I make this lead my home.
Unspoken words are but what i do,
And now this poem is through.
I will not speak,
But I will write,
Even if it takes me all day,
And all night.
I have been writing for years,
But nothing good has come out of it.
I try and try to get them publish,
Or maybe even win a contest,
But nothing works to my interest.
I dig deep and try to find
Those words and thoughts that are always on my mind.
Drifting off to a deep sleep,
All of my words are not very deep.
Being a poet is hard to do,
But i love it so,
I dont want this career to be through.
I write of love, and pain,
Of hope and vain.
Why can't i get it right,
I need to write a good one tonight.
Hopefully i can get through this stage,
But these words wont come out the right way.
I will find the right words,
No matter how long it takes.
My pen is still,
The ink is dry;
The words have gone,
Have passed me by.
No poems am I to write this day;
The will to write has fled away.
But don't be too sad if I don't sing;
Another day a song I'll bring.
The words I had that spoke of love,
Will come again, and soon, by Jove!
And into my fist my pen will fly,
And I'll list the words that passed me by,
And lush words of love at last I'll say,
And I'll make up for this empty day!
Writing
And so I sit and post my writings here.
I sometimes wonder why.
For everyone to like, or everyone to sneer.
I write from my life, and I write from my heart.
I think I shall write until in death I do part.
I've had some good times, I've had some bad.
I've had some happy and had some sad.
But all in all, I don`t think I`d change the life I've had.
I've met some rich and famous.
And met some trailer trash.
Been around the block, and had my block knocked off.
And so I sit here thinking of all the words to say.
Just be nice, be cruel.............those are your words today.
I read each line through and through
Then wasn't sure what to do
For some time it all kept me thinking
Is this real or have I been drinking
Not a lot in those words was even said
But yet just enough to get into my head
Now the day is sunny and the time is just right
But those words today are no where in sight
The bike is running outside my door
It's a nice for a ride if nothing more
So for some time maybe I will wait
Don't want to leave if it's not to late
Could this be fantasy or just part of a dream
With God trying to teach what my life should really mean
Or could it be nothing but all true
And its just taken to long figuring what I was supposed to do
Either way all of it I really do enjoy
And yes back home I was just a little country boy
That my friend will never go away
But we could have fun if you'd like to play!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
I'm battling a storm not created by the weather, this storm is separation, why cant we be
together?
I know it can not be altered, there's a time for everything, my only comfort through this
storm is your engagement ring.
In a vase I gaze upon lilac scented flowers, lost in a world of only you I lose track of
endless hours.
Tenderly I hold in my hands the card on which you wrote, beautiful words my darling, I
memorised this note.
Things would be so different if I had my way, I often smile recalling the words you always
say,
"Whenever storm clouds gather, and the rain has soaked your hair, though I may not be with
you yet, I promise that I'll get there".
Please know my poetry is not a personal experience, they are never written as expressions
of myself, they are simply poems, I adore writing them and I hope others enjoy reading
them, thank you, Julie
Counterpart
Where are the words
They are lost in a dream of a smile
What would they say
If they could look into your eyes
Where would these intimated embraces lead
Should they consummate
And be held in an unknown voice
to be pressed to soft skin
and hear those words whispering
Will longing then become fearless
And so enclosed in my arms
Knowing without words how in my own hearts mission
I found freedom
And still through mystery
Gained the gift of liberation
For the dark may bequeath myriad stars
Each one a single wish
To ponder on all the possibilities
Latent in the passing second
When lovers eyes first meet
Where are the words
Spoken in forms of compliance and femininity
Clothed by see-through into a soul
Would need describe the verbs of sexuality
What would they say
Of harmony
To answer desire so blatantly
And so trembling sighs so softly
I am yours
Time; measured by this waiting search
Has more fortitude than time alone deserves
To counterpart these fantasies
We are made by these realities
To turn in tenderness and face
Each others reflection
And find there in
Union
Where are the words
Written in your heart
What would they say
More than this so adequately
and whisper to you and whisper to me
on the breathings of possibility