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

his writes have smelly odor, much sarcasm, hope he read Mind Your Language...

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I just want you to know i really believe in you, just as a human being. I really do. I’m just a random lady, but I do. When you don’t, I do. So there’s 1 atleast....

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Calling To the I Am Alone and on my knees In a valley filled with death's air  His gift: Freedom in an endless expanse My prison's narrow walls collapsed  I walked in green meadows  Seeing the sun Calling Inspired by a prayer from the beautiful "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl....

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Woke in a box, no light, just grey— Steel bed, cold floor, years to pay. Wasn’t framed. I earned my time. Ran with wolves. Got lost in crime. Name was gone. They gave me a tag. Fought for smokes, respect, a rag. Learned to stare with a deadman’s face, Learned the rules of a lawless place. Every night: screams, shanks, sweat. Dreams don’t grow...

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Hope is not a flame — it’s the ash that stays warm. It’s the whisper in a riot, the calm inside a storm. It’s a tear that dries itself, a laugh after the pain, the strength to keep walking through heartbreak and rain. Hope can be cruel, a flicker, then gone, but even the lost will keep stumbling on. It hides in the cracks, in the words left...

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Though it is not in our power to make sorrow no sorrow, yet it is in our power to take it... He may have been tough on the outside, judged by what he looked like, But deep down he was gold-hearted and went beyond lending a helping hand. Their stirring moments still and small, speak loudest when pride would rather see...

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It’s love that wipes away my tears Shadow of the rain shower clears And I’m warmed by the gentle night He bids my soul peace to delight It’s faith that reminds of His grace With Him, there’s nothing I can’t face Surprised by One who can unite He bids my soul peace to delight It’s hope that sings a song of life And I...

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I’ve been here before At this event horizon Is it shadow? Nothingness? Heat? A death A fire of refinement The pressure Madness? The spaghettification Of my timeline Rage, doubt, clout Drawn into this pull Is there a transformation for the pain? Oh, lovely essence beautiful and fair Are there only shadows, or does light reign? Igniting my everlasting soul's prayer To nurture a flame from heaven's domain I search for holy ground,...

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Some thoughts on the subject of going with the flow. Some different viewpoints that you may want to know. Don’t fight against the current it knows where it should go. It avoids the obstacles dashing to and fro. How should we see a person going with the flow? They may be seen as lazy or even just slow. Pitching the oars...

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I’m not there yet and that’s ok Two steps forward one and half step backward The war is won by inches not feet I’ve been here and my vision is blurred That’s ok because I know the fog isn’t forever Sometime you have to take a hit to get a hit Bittersweet deserves its own hotel key Despite it all I still...

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We are but patches in life’s quilt— Tangled together, Woven as one. Pull on a thread, Watch us unravel. Ignore my thread, and I disappear. Ragged, jagged knots. Rocks in my fists. Bound in silence, Kneeling like a penitent saint, Hands stigmata-bright on shattered glass. A disciple of death. I watch behind the curtain: Frayed. Treacherous. Mister looks my way. Sad eyes, owlish. Kohl-ringed and ostentatious. Painted into empty space. Looking like a...

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In this abyss, where senses fade, A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade A choice self-made, a soul betrayed, In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid Man without a shrine, longing for time, A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains, Death’s embrace, leaves no trace, Echoes remain, whispering in pain. Silence. No more pain. In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly...

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Early Sunrise golden dawn in view new orb splatters orange tints birds’ songs fill the air signs of divine grace from sky spread bright hues of hope on earth gilded orb ascends summer warmth spreads in the space nature starts anew ...

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I hear the palm trees bristle do they not like the breeze could they be angry that the sun ...

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COME TO THE WATERS "Come all you who are thirsty, come to the waters..."Isaiah 55:15 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Childhood home woven with integrity, parents steadfast, their moral compass strong. But talk of faith was silent, ...

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