Best Lifehope Poems
I guess some questions are hard to define
Like the desert landscape I’ve changed with time
I’ve spent my life dealing with a monkey
A dope cook, convict, a worthless junkie
A prison gang member, nothing to lose
Then one day I stepped out of those shoes
Decided to change whatever the cost
Prove in this life, hope is never lost
42-years of living the wrong way
I turned to the Lord and gave it away
I am old and gray with wisdom for truth
I hope that I can enlighten the youth
I serve Jesus Christ for he is my Lord
Picked up my Bible and laid down my sword
I’m a student who truly loves to learn
I reckon in this life, I’ve earned my turn
I’m a man who truly adores my wife
Guiding my kids through the trials of life
A born again christen able to see
A poet’s heart is bubbling in me
Everything a man could be in this life
Serving my Lord in honor of my wife
A man who made use of all his regret
I’m the morning sunrise, evening sunset
In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
What is given in abundance will surely be taken away.
Leaving only questions of why that scald and burn
When the bill seems so unfairly high to accept and pay.
For the lean will yap on the heels of prosperous fat
A dire warning that silver linings are a one way gate.
For when I blindly come out to take my turn to bat
I'm unaware of the curve ball thrown by fickle fate.
So I bargain with God and Fate and Lady Luck
Omnipotent in some far off nebulous recess.
In rules beyond my understanding I am stuck
A helpless pawn in their intricate game of chess.
For fortune can shatter and turn on a simple dime
I search for meaning in a game I don't wish to play.
In the running sands of my life and remaining time
Illusive hope the only constant I pray for today.
In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
Surely giving back that which has been taken away.
Everlasting hope and despair that evolve and churn
As I drink deeply from the cup of maybe-some-day.
There goes your life
Ain't ya gonna get it?
It's gonna pick up speed
Ain't ya gonna stop it?
I don't know where it's going
But it doesn't look so great
I think you better stop it
Before it gets too late
I think you ought to slow it down
Before it gets in a crash
Think of what may lie ahead
And don't do anything else rash
There goes your life
I hope that it can swim
I hope that nothing too bad comes
Because of your sudden, stupid whim
There goes your life
You set it on it's way
Now ain't ya gonna catch it?
Or shall we close our eyes and pray?
April 2010
bound beautifully in blossoms bossom
bend backwards in in time
the blissful nature nutures the negative
turning on the glow positive energy endeavoring everyone
and goodhearted gladness gathering goodness from within
the kiss planted on your heart heals all hurts
the blessed kiss from an angel
angles the blessing to heal all from within
the time to spread such joy is everyday of the year
the hope abound from a common cause
causes all good cheer from year to year
caressed carefully in caual curiosity
the candles glow brightens away the shadows
the goodness in us all shines thoroughly thru
the bliss of life is overwhelming
and leaves us giddy with hope eternal
and brings spring early into our lives
to liven up the spirits the have darkened over the years
our days shall always have a halo of hope
we just need a little bliss to illuminate it
How much longer do I keep playing games?
I thought this was over and done.
I'm not sure I can keep this going
I know I should have cut and run.
I seem to have gotten a little confused
the ground rules seem unclear.
I'm not sure I know what I want
or where I go from here.
I say my prayers for some clarity
in the hope I can see some sense
I try to make decisions
no more sitting on the fence.
It's one thing knowing what must be done
it's another to want to start
but going round in circles
wrecks havoc with mind and heart.
I just hope the light goes on
so I can clearly see my way
but something seems to pull me back
and this game again I play
Listen …. Hear that?
Quiet
I’m all alone. No one here
(I hope she’s ok) Now I can write
Computer hum, traffic noise
Hear that
Radio talking to me and
Selling me
(I hope she’s ok)
Something …
Computer’s humming
And the Red Sox lost again
(Carry on my wayward son…)
She wants me to add her as a friend
No way! (I hope she’s ok)
Too ugly!
(Lay your weary head to rest…)
What’s this about the Patriots?
(I hope she’s ok) I missed it
(Once I rose above the noise and confusion)
(Please let it be easy for her!!!!)
Wow, it’s quiet around here
(Just to get a glimpse behind this illusion….)
Nice and quiet here today
What the hell was I doing?
(I hope she’s ok)
In a calm black
Darker than darkness
I'm perfectly blind
With ignorance to confess
All there is that I can sense
Is the movement of my chest
I can hear and imagine
Nothing besides my breath
This place is unfamiliar
Yet I've been here many times
The same color, the same silence
You'd not sense a life or dime
Although the lack of light
Would seem to impend doom
Somehow I feel infinite hope
As if it thrives in this dark room
I want my eyes to open
But they stay closed for unknown reason
I long for a flicker of light
In this black so cold, so freezing
I hope and I hope for a sight to come
What I'll see, I don't know
All I know is I'm blind to the future
And all I have for it is hope
March 2010
He looked up at the skies as if he saw the heavens open as his heart bled
seeing the clouds engulf the face of the earth
reluctantly, he was glad he was living
a lifeless soul, but still breathing
the mysterious misery of his daily life left him stranded and soaked in his worldly desires
drenched in the tears of his abominable fears
he lived outside in the cold, the last place he preferred
he lost his job, couldn't pay his rent
he went around begging, humiliated
this thought continually recurred in his head "How do I start all over again"
He lay outside in the cold for over two months
shivering in tears, gnashing for hope
feeling abandoned
to him all hope was lost
Good news!
a letter of appointment had arrived at his former residence
the present occupant read the name on it
to his amazement, it was addressed to his current residence and had the name of the former
occupant
the man in the paper who had taken his life by slashing his wrists
Please don't give up
your time will come
here is a message of hope for us all.
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I am not god.
So I cannot see everything you claim to do,
all that ails you, all the work you do.
I can only hope you do it.
I am not god.
I cannot read your mind, if you wish for something
sometimes you’ll just have to ask,
I can only hope you will.
I am not god.
So I ask you please stop expecting perfection of me.
I can’t always change the world, but I see the beauty in the filth.
I can only hope you try to.
I am not god.
I am not you either father. I cannot and do not see,
think, or act like you, or how you wish. I am me.
I can only hope you get that.
Louis: How are things down there? Hear the Northern and Southern States are
having quite the disagreement. Congrats for becoming president.
Abraham: You're right about the unrest. I just hope a war doesn't break out soon.
How did you get so far- and even leave Earth - in the first place?
Seems to me it would be colder than ice out there!
Louis: Thank goodness for rockets and spacesuits. That's what enaabled me to
travel to the moon - not that I expect you to understand in your time! And believe
me you're right about the cold! Feels great to be weightless too.
Abraham: Man on the moon sure is quite the achievement. Probably beats all these
appointments I have! Well, have to sign bills, meet people, and so forth. Have a
great time and bring back a moon rock!
Louis: Thanks and hope you don't get too busy! Going to spend a while out here
and hooray for America! See you later.
Form:
There is a cluster of figs
One is good size not far from getting ripe
But this time of year on this hillside
Next to the creek soon frost could come
Ole' Jack Frost bringing that white
Devoring tender shoots and figs
Figs that are late out of season
So as to speak
But there is hope for that one fig
Maybe I will get to taste of its
Delicate fruit that is delicious
Wonderful to the hungry soul
I hope that I do; nothing like a mature fig
The Shadow of the Sun
Empty conversations full of
words with no point…
Happy statements that hide
what is real…
Long talks that betray nothing
of the past…
Days on end of words
exchanged…but no insight to
the truth...
Years of close contact…but
nothing has been revealed…
The truth is like a shadow…
hiding in the sun…
The shadow that shines in
darkness…that is the dark of
the moon…
The sun’s warmth sheds no
light…on the fear that is
within…
The youth of yesterday holds
the key inside…and treasures
the gift of trust…
The warrior inside fears loss
and pain from vulnerability…but
finds refuge in absolute love…
Mutual unfailing loyalty…is what
keeps the cracked heart
beating…
The scars ignored only…when
loves embrace infinitely
shields…against the eternal
pain…
The foreigner unceasingly
waited…to sneak a peek
inside…but found instead the
fulfillment…to keep them both
alive…
The hindrance of time and
money…only increases the
need…to embrace to stop the
fear…to keep the past’s damage
from resurfacing…
The darkness fills the void…of
icy caves of loss…the hope from
mature youth…strives to heal
the ancient wounds…
The absence of absolute
physical presence…stunts the
hope given by youth’s
ceaseless friendship…
The past’s agony…kept
obscure…by the fabricated
contentment…burns the torn
soul of the angel inside…
The hope that attempts to
banish the shadow…increased
by the love of many…shines
brightly…shrouded by the
Shadow…of the Sun…
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This Much
this much I need and a bit more
a smiling face to go with the knock at my door
the wind that blows and the snow that falls
childrens laughter echoing down the halls
a rose in bloom beside the garden path
a robin sitting upon the edge of the bird bath
a dear friend to drop by and sit
to share sweet memories for a bit.
this much I need and a little more
sometimes things are worth asking for
a comrade to be near, to learn to face my fears
to speak of folks with kind words
tell the good things we have heard
the comfort of family and friends
to cherish the time with them you spend
hope that these things never end
this much I need and so much more
I crave, I hunger, I long for
I need a house, I need a warm fire
whatever else I may desire
to have a special someone in my heart
pray we are strong enough that we don't fall apart
a bit of food to eat, a good book to read
hope it's not to much to ask, this much I need
Form:
I see the shots,
I hear the screams.
See devil eyes,
they look at me.
Living with you,
is living a crime.
I see you hate me,
Its in your mind.
Surrounded by evil,
Surrounded by words.
The words i've said,
i hope you heard.
The cursing i said,
the cursing to you.
not cursing of lies,
but cursing of true.
Not worth my time.
your not worth it.
i hope you know,
no ones perfect.
Hope
people say if you have hope you can get through anything
PEOPLE ARE STUPID AND IGNORANT
having hope doesn’t fix anything, it cant even help you get through something
hope is just a LAME excuse for people who don’t trust THEMSELVES if you don't trust
yourself or think you're strong enough to get through it you won't get ANYWHERE
people think hope is the same thing as self-trust
PEOPLE ARE STUPID AND IGNORANT.
written by, JASMINE TURNER
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