Hope... Poems - Poems about Hope...

The earth is beautiful, a sign of love much greater – God has sketched His grace and love, come rain or shine He’s always there, His hand outstretched The morning glory, the rose and thorn all His beauties are sent to bestow hope on a world, a heart and soul reborn offerings from One to whom I owe… all my life, my love...

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The sun unfolds, precisely peeking through the light of stars, dominating ink-spilled nights. Its rays graze softly on blooming wounds as sirens set off warnings of incoming dunes. O vulnerable soul! I pray you stay quiet, hold dearly onto the kaleidoscopic life slowly flowing out of your diluted sight. O transient time! I pray you stay still for...

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I just hope time doesn’t hate me too, doesn’t judge me for the moments wasted, I never meant to waste the seconds, to let them slip through my fingers, I swear, I didn’t want to, but I was tired, tired of the burden of silence pressing on me like a curse, Of the pretense that solitude is a...

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Always believe in what you can do It resides deep inside of you Don't let other people take you down They are there just to watch you drown You are so much more than they can see No telling who you will grow to be Never give in to the things they say Prove them wrong in every single way You are more...

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in the sunrise, my gaze is met by still morning dewdrops, blessings from His breath heart full of gentle, kindness never to neglect His love is filled with light, His grace oft reflected by my praise, while the sunlight bleeds into the dawn stories of hope, inspired by love in the music of a moment’s jubilee when the whisper of doves, the beauty of morning’s robins,...

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In silence lies a hidden blade, A subtle force, in shadows laid. While others shout, their voices loud, The quiet stands unbowed. Rejection’s sting, a bitter art, Yet fuels the fire within the heart. Each “no” a step on paths unknown, A test of will, a strength full-grown. Watchful eyes with steady gaze, Unspoken truths through crowded haze. While noise consumes the restless sea, The silent...

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on the surface, the waters are like glass, reflecting the rhythms of a promise, a prayer, a praise felt by the heart who breathes in her peace ~ by poet gently flowing across polished stones waters reflecting the silence of June her rolling sprays stir me in my bones as she sways beneath a blue moon on the surface, she...

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I just hope time doesn't hate me too, I never meant to waste it, I swear I didn't, I was just tired, tired of carrying silence like a curse, Of pretending that solitude is a form of hidden strength. I was tired in a way that sleep couldn't fix, Tired of waking up to the same empty silence, Tired of fighting...

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Building castles within my own confinement only to be hit with the harshest of realities & replaying what it means to be broken, to heal, and relapse over and over again. Numbing the weight of so many life choices Drowning out screams from all different voices. Lord please me show me your grace. Seeing myself in the...

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On a moonless night riding back from my tired job I opened my wallet on the bus Giving the conductor a few bucks The conductor gave me a note and a coin I carefully placed the note in my wallet As it was time for the coin to join the fate of the note The coin slipped away through my careless...

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I take my pen, hesitant to write poetries, moments so tender, alive like the music that choruses through my spirit, in inklings of light breathless verses, visions coloring pages with what survives my last 60 years, the days when I knew, beyond stirrings of hope, inspirations notes of serenity – faded feelings, blessings remembering what it means to be part of something much bigger than...

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How the crowd can cheer Cheering at someone's command Drowning out their hope ...

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The morning exhales a soft, damp breath. Below, the city stretches, a sleeping giant under a dim haze. High above, the first touch of sun begins to tease the edge of night. A shift. A subtle whisper of air. "The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire", revealing a sliver of intense blue, a promise unfolding. Light spills, first tentative fingers, then a widening...

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