Dark Hope Poems - Poems about Dark Hope

there's little sunshine these days, and despair blows like a cold wind. It rains, and rains, and rains. state of affairs go...

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I'm searching the skies for a ray of light, But all I find are thick clouds creating night. I believe there is a silver lining behind the grey, I wish I could find it today. I breathe the air and it feels thin, I need to fight though it seems impossible to win. Even in the dark I need to hold...

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sounds of violin crying out in the dark desperate for one solitary ray of moonlight string along all lost souls who stray in the night AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on February 3, 2025...

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The darkest of mornings, Light creeping slowly, very slowly, Round the edges of my world, As the day begins. All day a half light struggles to make an impact But loses the battle And dusk takes over far too soon, And this shortest of days Descends into darkness. This day has been a study in greys and black, Skies dark, moods black, thoughts...

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sunlight whispers hope for the dark sky hot as hell for my black umbrella but still lightens my path...

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melancholy days approach; escape where? In naked woods? where do winds wail around the hilly slopes? where ash, maple, and oak abound? I see a dazzling blaze, a kindling world, as fires leap everywhere all over the hemispheres, where fatal booby traps are sprung, where bombs fall without respite. now, where can I escape? Suddenly, night fell, and everything was quiet; from somewhere, a bird sang. I remembered...

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Meaning hangs on a wing and briefly holds together, tipping on some fine edge, a feathers weight from oblivion. Take this evening, a sunset settling upon the water, the fleck of a small boat with its solitary figure floating the still, birds flying overhead, each a part of a moment sliced from a second. Mere coincidence, a chance picture put together by a...

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There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth. He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One...

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grey drapes the colour of my realm thick heavy fog pervades over my thoughts that wander to where I do not know i cannot see in bursts of silence i gasp for air a stagnant emptiness is all i find it boils it rages and yet i feel it true that with tomorrow blue skies may come again AP: 2nd place 2024, Front Page Pick 2024 Posted on April...

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As I embrace the void The void swallows me whole The sentient sense of nothingness fills my heart The void hates light as the light blinds the void I get really dark fantasies in the void Pain reigns supreme in the void Persistent loneness lies in the void My dear, am sorry I belong to the void Never wished to taint...

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Nearly forgot to mention A very important issue About the rune I got It is called Nauthiz - What a strange sounding name. To tell you in short, it means That I’ve reached the bottom And from the low of this point I'd better move up facing hardships And whatever trials to come. But I don’t believe it’s all true Cause I keep believing...

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It is still dark. But there is a soft glow on the horizon. Soon, it will be bright enough for all to read the verses penned in these dark times. Soon!...

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However we seem To consider the world, Broken, messy, haunting We deem. One thing remains. How terrible, Frightening, and Heartless creatures Humans can be, One thing is constant. The beauty of humans Discovering anew With each passing day Like never before. As the world Grows darker There remains A simmer of light; We call it hope. Something out there That will be found, Discovered, adored, Forever yearned for. Meeting new people Who will someday Love or hate you, Even...

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We all celebrate happy endings, But we seldom get to know the messy transformations The messy middles where the roads are windy and no end is in sight, Yet we must continue... Where life seems like quick sand yet every moment is ages long Where we want to find ourselves Yet we find ourselves running away from self Where we are bruised Where hope and...

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on ... those "some" days u smile u wink u laugh (pity) sing, maybe get the "gotta" done baby steps (babies can't walk) still ... place each foot put IT on - the mask the act la grande scène you've perfected it yeah ... takes years but u get it down HAVE 2 cuz if they knew what churned within ... or, even worse what DIDN'T they'd freaking bury your sorry aching empty ass ... without 1. consecrated. tear. Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, November 30, 2022...

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