Hope Comfort Poems | Examples
These Hope Comfort poems are examples of Comfort poems about Hope. These are the best examples of Comfort Hope poems written by international poets.
let fire eat your flaming tears
as your world stumbles and falls
landing on your glass shoulders
I want you to know—never
ever—wrap yourself in shame
step out in your wilderness
squint-eyed and confused, I can
umbrella your tears to rain
if you, so choose.
In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort,
Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time,
Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine,
The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace.
Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream,
The fear that fragile order is a sandcastle, a vain illusion,
They retreat into mental bunkers, hiding their dreams and unspoken fears,
Hoping the walls of silence will keep change at bay, unspoken promises.
But time, a tireless sculptor, spins its chisel on the face of reality,
Each moment leaves a mark, a reminder of the ephemeral,
Stagnation is but an illusion, true life awaits beyond the walls,
Demanding the courage to step into the unknown, to emerge from labyrinths.
Between the walls of silence, souls sing the longing for freedom,
A yearning that pulses like a heart beneath resignation, beneath opacity,
Rays of light pierce through the cracks in the walls, reminding them of the river,
Life flows unceasingly, calling them to embrace their living destiny.
On the ocassion of World Poetry Day:-
Poetry is my refuge on cold wintry nights
The first light of dawn
The evening twilight that paints the sky
In hues of fiery coral.
As the glorious orb dips below the horizon
Poetry whispers in my ears.
In spring, the season of joy and abundance
When vibrant flowers bloom
Leaves flutter in the zephyr
Birds sing in the trees
Gentle showers soak the earth
Refreshing Mother Nature
Poetry hums a song of revival.
When storms rage in my life
And devastation and havoc follows
Poetry is the rainbow after the rains
Bringing in hope and solace
Like the warm comforting embrace of my mother
In whose arms I find peace and feel safe.
Poetry is my muse
That fuels my creative juice
It is my emotion
That sparks imagination
The friend in times of sorrow and joy
A ever constant companion
The music and rhythm
And my connection with the world.
WORDS
I have accumulating wealth for I have the gift of words.
They're a treasure unto myself in my expanding universe.
Words have the power to wound or heal; it is a well-known fact.
They determine how we think and feel, then finally how we act.
There's a huge supply and a great demand
For words of hope in our storm-tossed land.
People are searching for a reason to live.
Have we comforting words to give?
Whatever you believe then speak with your mouth
Will come to pass, without a doubt.
Your words determine your destiny.
So, speak words of life and be blessed indeed!
(c) L. Gayle Carter
While I struggle to see her point of view,
I feel the need to share her truth
When she left the room, feeling dark blue
I could see pain’s shadow in her youth
While I silenced the source of my regret
I felt her dreams stifled by distress
When the tears came, she’d not forget
I thought of the feelings I couldn’t express
While I still see her heart, worn on her sleeve
I feel like she might have won some victory
When she walked away, hearts would grieve
I see how this consequence is so contradictory
While I slowly call to the One who saves
I feel like she must know the light of grace
When she left the past behind, in quiet graves
I knew there was a promise of hope to embrace
While I don’t expect to have the chance to explain
I felt like the Son had splashed love everywhere
When she let go, gave into the darkest pain
I understood her sorrow as I bowed my head in prayer
IF I KNEW
IF I KNEW TODAY WOULD BE MY LAST DAY,
I WOULD…..
LAUGH HARD AT ALL THE THINGS I ALWAYS WANTED TO
SMILE AT EVERYONE I SEE
HUG AS MANY PEOPLE AS I COULD GET MY ARMS AROUND
CALL MY FAMILY AND TELL THEM I LOVE THEM
CALL MY OLD FRIENDS AND “Remember When”
MAKE A VIDEO FOR MY GRANDCHILD TO WATCH SOMEDAY
DRESS UP IN SOMETHING WHIMSICAL
EAT ALL MY FAVORITE FOODS
LISTEN TO MY FAVORITE SONGS
OPEN ALL THE DOORS AND WINDOWS AND LET THE BREEZE FILL THE AIR
STEP OUTSIDE AND LISTEN TO THE WIND AND THE BIRDSONGS
HOPE FOR RAIN, SO THAT I COULD DANCE IN THE RAIN ONE LAST TIME
LOOK AT THE NIGHT SKY AND STARS AND KNOW HEAVEN WAS WAITING
SAY A GRATEFUL PRAYER TO GOD FOR EVERYDAY HE GAVE ME
ASK FOR FORGIVENESS
FORGIVE EVERYONE
SMILE BETTER.
TJSilba, Collections of life 2025
I walked through the valley of Death,
Where so many had walked before.
On every tomb there lay a flower,
That had taken their last breath—
For it’s darkness that holds the power,
And it’s darkness you can’t ignore.
I saw demons chanting songs of woe,
I saw babes wailing, lost; alone.
Black chapels crumble, halls decayed,
Mourning love lost long ago.
For it’s the season of loss that stayed,
Echoing in their hearts of stone.
Yet I too can see a gold Light,
Walking through the tamed vale of shade.
A tender hand, outstretched and brave,
That lights a burnt candle bright.
For it’s God who holds the love we gave,
And shares it as his hallowed blade.
So, let not worry chain your hearts,
And know the value of your loved breath;
I do see the White Bell’s chime call,
And destroy Death’s dark arts.
For it’s God who gives light to all,
And it’s God who walks warmly ‘longside death.
In the silence of a summer thought,
Blessed by the quiet
Who is cold and distraught…
Grief steals the colors of sea and hope
Revealing gray hue
Broken hearts – can we cope?....
In the silence of a wind’s soft breath,
A million tears
Caressing what’s left after her death….
Sorrow chants of a longing, a yearning
Despair in the rain,
Pouring darkness, endlessly turning….
In the silence of autumn’s trembling heat,
Melancholic, shadow’s defeat
Blowing away the hesitant heartbeat….
Like love, who knows what it is to believe
She is gone now,
Her death a hard blow, how we grieve?...
In silence, the tears so softly flow
Remembering her, her light
Gentle and warm, her heart’s glow….
Where will we go when we want see
The song of her life,
Fading into the night – but, oh she’s free…
In the silence, singing like the birds
Soundless, still…
Her story written with no words…
We will always miss the heart of gold
The love, the beautiful soul
Who blessed us so – will we ever be consoled?
Let me hold your hand, I’ll walk with you.
I may not know what you’ve been through,
But I can hold your hand and walk with you.
I can sit with you if you don’t want to stand.
I can listen, even if I don’t understand.
We can sit together, until you’re ready to stand.
I can be here for you, if you let me.
You can do what you need to do, safely.
I can be here for you; judgement free if you let me.
If you need a place to rest your head,
I have a pillow, a shoulder, you can use my bed.
You can rest here, you can lay down your head.
Whatever I can do during your time of need,
I will do it, you’ve got a friend here; guaranteed.
If I can, I will. Just let me know what you need.
When you cry yourself to sleep, Jesus hears,
Amidst the silence, amidst the tears.
His love surrounds you, a comforting embrace,
In the darkness, He offers solace and grace.
In moments of doubt, when hope seems lost,
Jesus is there, counting every cost.
With gentle hands, He wipes your tears away,
Guiding you through each night and day.
Though trials may come, and storms may rage,
In Jesus, find refuge,
For in your sorrow, He shares your pain,
And in His presence, you'll find peace again.
So when you cry yourself to sleep, remember this:
Jesus is near, in moments of bliss.
He walks beside you, through valleys deep,
Bringing light to the darkness, even in sleep.
By: Innantia Magcanya
To be seemingly individually targeted
By all the wrath and perverseness
In this world
Personified by a heartless imbecile
I know
I know
It’s not okay
But, I plead with you
Beseech you, implore you
To allow
My arms and heart
And dozens of familiar more
And a plethora of friends yet to meet
To envelop you in a celestial hug
And gently press
The hope, virtue, and integrity
Still in this world
Through your understandably hardened skin
And into your bloodstream
To allow you to feel
The integrity and veracity of my words
When I whisper
It’s okay
It’s going to be okay
Turmoil and tension is all we now hear,
causing us to tremble and fear,
it is on every side,
how are we to even decide?
The world that we are living in today.
will never be the same,
God never intended for it to be this way.
Sin trampled in,
we must pray, pray, pray,
knowing that our Lord, is making a way.
Many feel that there is no hope,
resolving to the addictions of dope,
they have not taken a hold of the HOLY rope.
Many wars are taking place among the nations.
this is predicted in our Bible.
We must remain strong,
knowing this will not last long.
Things that we know are wrong,
society now proclaims as right,
what are they to HIS sight,
many have not yet "awakened" to find
that "HOLY" light.
Jesus is our PEACE,
we can rest assured that he will
come and take his children there
to live forevermore.
on that Happy Golden Shore,
peace, amazing peace.
Jesus, is our PEACE.
Amen!!!
We are not made of stone, but of flesh and blood and sometimes 'things' can hurt! And guess what...it's alright to cry. Ever cried at night? I have. Jesus put my tears in His bottle...and held me tight. Ps 56:8
From the bottom of my very soul
my heart broke last night
Still my stride today, somehow
is hopeful and light
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No one but You, Sweet Jesus
knows what You brought me through
How I clung to You and pleaded for remembrance
...that Your Precious Blood was for me too!
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This mountain is too rugged to climb...
I weepingly complained...I can't!
I want this cup removed I moaned...
Dear God....I'm spent!
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Then from the hallow of Your hands
from Your all encompassing Spirit and depth...
came Your miraculous peace
...I slept
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No one I meet can tell
not even those that know me well
Not even a hint of the battle forged is seen
For Thou has enabled me...upon You I lean
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You are with me...every step of the way
You are on my every side
No one knows that...
Last night...I cried
Ps 119:169-170, Ps 51:17, Ps 30:5
copyright; jmsbell/2005
I walk through the hell ridden hallways
The silence so loud it almost engulfed me, dragging me underneath the freshly polished tiled floor
Each room is a new hellish spectacle
Each person looked like a withering rose, desperately begging for a drop of water to survive.
I walk past them as if I’m better, but I’m not
I feel myself slowly withering away as well
I sit in the waiting room, barely aware of my surroundings
The low, inaudible hum of the tv giving me a sense of comfort
I liked this place, it made me feel safe
It was blank and bare, a comforting contrast to my thoughts
Everyone cared, it gave me a sense of peace
Maybe I would be ok?
I wanted to stay here forever and ever until I wither away
Allow me to be an instrument
Harmonizing notes of hope
Seeping to the deepest areas of sorrow
An air of unforeseen humility
Sending frequencies of empathy
A vibrational wind of faith
To those who suffer
May the music bring an instrumental joy
Broadcasting melodies of compassion
Tangled within the atmosphere
Exerting tunes that soothes all pain
Let me be an instrument
For the one’s with a heavy heart
May they hear the little ditties of love
Transmitting silent chords erasing worries
As passionate themes suppress the agony
And even if only for a brief moment suffering -paused
Followed by only peaceful sounds of comfort