Hope. Poems - Poems about Hope.

if tomorrow happens to be what ive waited so long for, then my eyes might start to pour. ill say yes, although you already knew. i never lost you, only tried. but not even once did my heart say goodbye. ive tried letting go, tried to forget. but something about you, your love, my soul could not reset. i...

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Whirlwind of Hope I found strength amidst the rolling wave it’s steamy showers giving a balmy calm the bellowing wind buzzing past pause to whisper a secret resounding my passive desires that you are a part of me ...

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Hope began as a whisper, curling across dark sea, guiding my arrival, to come see, and be. Yet the gist was hollow, empty to the core, the rind of promise, peeled off, fell down, to the floor. The weight of empty words, burned deep into my heart. Cutting deeper than silence ever had, because the promises were stone dead. So my hope sits on edge, waiting for a...

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Listen to the song: songer.co/song/zno9jbgddbdsebdipbrqumf6 [Verse 1] That mountaintop, a distant thought, High feels so low when I’m alone, If I had known the weight of regret, I’d have never let you go. [Verse 2] I remember way back then, Just you and me, no need to pretend, We laid on the sand, chasing clouds, Hearts unspoken, but so loud. [Chorus] Now I’m out on this raging...

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IN AN AWARENESS CASE OF WAR Murder is a crime, Unless it’s in war; Then it’s all legal: The death penalty For the innocent:- Our reality, Is not of heaven:- Wars have no angels; Only its demons: Scavengers of peace:- Oh, let’s be of faith, Laboring in love; God is on our side, And has canvassed hope: Armageddon:- ...

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Checked by Syllable Counter (www.howmany syllables.com> syllable-counter) ************************************************************** In Stars Above ...

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The Sun forgot to rise one day, and never came again. The stars blinked out like dying sparks– the world went cold, and then... the silence grew, the stories died, and no one dared to dream. But deep beneath the weight of dark, inside a cave unknown,  one ember breathed–not bright, not bold, but fiercely on its own. It had the...

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Today I’m grateful for the birds that sing in the morning… In their own way they help me cope because as long as I hear birds sining. I begin the day with hope ...

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in stars above, I see the most precious peace – a piece of me, redeemed and trusting in His grace, forever in the hands of the One who stills all grief – by poet In stars above, I see the answer – sweetest love glowing quietly, flowing to the heart, telling the story in a silent glimpse… in stars...

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Running from the past, Hoping you wont last , making me believe and lost, holding this arms and my cross. feeling so special, killing all this vibes, making it alright, rising into this night. sitting alone on these side, kneeling before the high, dealing with my troubled mind , with no arms on my side. sleeping under this dusk, Seeking those we ran from, burying thoughts...

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I crawled through years where night fell fast, where dawn was a rumor, faint and far. Each day was a climb up a crumbling wall, every step swallowed in shadows, and the weight of the world bore down, pressed hard— its whispers sharp, relentless. Hope would come, a flicker, then fade, a candle swallowed by each unkind wind. I’d chase it like breath,...

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I didn’t expect this – it came quickly, without warning I couldn’t hide. It left me with no choice – but to go to war, battling the deafening poison, the affliction feeling like the deafening crash thunder raging, pouring out its fury I didn’t ever imagine this would come to be, silencing the courage that I’d once felt, giving my plans a...

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Beneath tin roofs and between rusted walls, their dreams hang like torn cloth patched, and faded , in the wind. A cracked bowl, a child’s laugh hope drawn in a poster on broken walls....

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for the ones losing hair, light, and hope—this is you. They said I was nothing special. Just a crawling thing, skin too thin, eyes too tired, body too slow to ever matter. I heard them whisper. “He looks worse every day.” “She’s losing her hair now.” “Poor thing.” And worse— the pity in their voices cut more than the words. I wanted to hide. Wanted to leave this skin, this...

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Fulcrum of a Rose A lambent sight, my morning star, sweet essence on my tongue. A memory stirred—those bygone days, a secret love so young. That lambent sight, my nostrils seared, symbol wrought of hope and fear. She loves me, she loves me not— I beg I pray, my dear. I wonder whence this...

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