Losing Hope Poems | Examples
These Losing Hope poems are examples of Hope poems about Losing. These are the best examples of Hope Losing poems written by international poets.
Evil spirits rotting thoughts
Evil spirit heard a happy thought going by
Trapped in the house where it departed
It twisted the joy into a jagged blade,
Dipped in shadows and pride.
It drove that spike through the victim’s ear,
And it nested deep in the brain.
The man thought he was losing his mind,
As he listened to the whispers of pain.
But it wasn't madness or a wandering wind,
That made his skin turn cold.
It was the spirit, feeding on his light,
Until the story was told.
I am grateful for knowing the difference between
losing hope…or choosing hope….
When we lose hope…nothing is possible….
When we choose hope…anything is.
Amid the conflict of competing voices,
Which one should we listen to
In a world without a compass
Steering us recklessly
With no anchor to hold us steady?
Siren voices are stealing our souls
To leave us stranded
No longer knowing right from wrong
No longer knowing
The distinction between good and bad.
We are in danger of losing our way
As Hell beckons us all
To find freedom
Where no boundaries exist
To limit our pleasures
Instead of standing on the terra firma
Of a sound system of morality.
Christ came to show us the way
Through his truth and his light.
His should be the voice we cling to
In the shipwreck of our lives.
when I’ve lost my way
How do I sew what has been torn
I’ve seen a criminal he looks familiar
If I’ve misplaced my soul losing the pieces
To this puzzle that I awake to each morning
I search for it only to see Him at every turn
Holding it beckoning me whispering my name
How does He know my name
This bumpy road shakes me rattles me
this world has had too much to drink
stumbling and fumbling in the darkness
This road comes to an end with no turning back
Then He whispers my name
with my soul as the prize
And with a grin, he knows I am tired, He
takes me by the right hand and says
Let’s go for a walk
Frank Black Blacharczyk
John 6:44
I know the aching heart
Knows that longings
Can never be fully apart
And satisfied anymore
Through bodily meetings.
I know I can never share
Stories of childhood tears
And fears bravely conquered there
Through silence and struggles
To step into hazy future thoroughfares.
Land and ocean be your friends
For nights and days sometimes
With destitute, but never losing ends
To preserve dignity and attitude
Of kindhearted simple primes.
Now, I truly know that longings
Will find their own ways to you
Telling me that true yearnings
Are always beautiful in sweet memories
Separation can never separate me from you.
(26-02-2022, a day after you go)
As 2021 fades in the rear view mirror
I again open Pandora's Box of promises to myself:
To continue losing weight
To gain confidence and learn to love myself
To aspire to shoot ever higher in my career
To ascend past the depths of my fear and find friends
And to pick up the pieces of my broken heart and mend it
So onward to 2022 and all the good fortune it may bring!
I was sickened stricken breathing obscured
O' so losing time failing mine
I have became blind to my injuries becoming me
I need to see the time for there's only seconds left
Before my last breath I must hurry, hurry and run
For if I were to pass not being saved
I will be suffering the worst at last eternal death
9/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Bailey
Written: by Miracle Man
5/31/2020
Because life is much more than a three act play,
we must search out our peace within each day.
When young, we set goals, and big is our dream,
but as hopes are dashed we’re swimming upstream.
life throws us a curve and days become fraughted,
and we begin to wonder about the days we’re allotted..
The next thing we know we’ve succumbed to fear,
we’re losing our grasp on things once we held dear.
So, be strong, be cautious, but not overly fearful,
make each day count and your attitude cheerful.
At the cross, Jesus willingly, became our bailor,
so we can’t allow fear, to make a virus, our jailer.
Our earthly days are about change and surprises,
just remember, through each challenge- cream rises.
In a gold miner’s camp shiny pyrite
Showing a metallic excellence
Prettier than the real thing
Oohs and ahhs are all around
Pyrite shared happily
Revealed at last
Losing her lore
Fakery
Untrue
Gold
Lone
Pyrite
Angel’s rock
Optimism
Exuding with hope
Has her own properties
Miner’s camp comes back to life
A gorgeous stone is this pyrite?
Appreciated for herself now
Compared to no other rock or metal
Resolutions
Reverberating through unspoken hopes,
Expanding in that secret space,
So many resolutions now given voice,
Opening doors to conversations between visions,
Like phantom tales of great quests,
Uplifting rhythms – rhymes,
Tuning into melodies unwritten,
Inviting creativity settle in -a permanent guest,
Overcoming pebbles stuck in ragged shoes
Not losing sight of optimism’s outcomes
Seen through glasses rose tinted lens.
The girl has reached the terminal
with rogue cancer cells creeping in the lung,
the pain pulsates in the writhing body
with the last rhythm of the swan song.
The distant drowsy eyes decline to close
lest the final sleep comes uncalled,
takes away the wonderful world from her.
The feeble breath tells the tortured lung :
Don’t give up yet, let’s fight together
until the journey ends at the edge of hope.
Losing the battle she tells her mother :
Keep me in the coldest chamber,
freeze me with all my dreams,
the way you kept me in the womb with care,
till they find the cure for cancer.
I will then return from the depth of cold
and live again in this beautiful world.
May 27, 2019
Our heart goes out to them
we want to help with
everything we have and more
So we dish out what we can
and scrounge to find the rest
we juggle and do without
to provide as best we can
When times get better
we never expect to have to beg
to get our money back
because a loan is a loan
unless there’s been a sudden
global outbreak of financial amnesia
Dishing of resentment
how dare we ask for what is due us
left hanging
dangling
like a sorry piece of meat
Just life offering us valuable lessons
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
In search of love, through shadow gone
Caught 'up', then faraway
Cross galaxies, losing no time
On worlds eons away
Blazing a trail no meteor
Could ever hope to match
Pass through the timeless doors of om
That never knew a latch,
Outdistancing the speed of light
My thoughts were never seared
By all the suns I bounced upon
Through millions of our earthly years.
Then resting on a mountain top
By darkness never touched
I recognized a still small voice
The one I'd longed for oh so much;
Then that is when my only love
Revealed Himself to me
And welcomed me into His world
For all eternity.
-Reta Pruitt
August 9,2018
Yesterday, the gym, I was off to get fit,
I was going to shed all this weight,
And run and do arms, enjoy every bit,
And I wouldn’t leave any complaint,
So, I began on the mill, worked up a sweat,
I quickly lost all of my breath,
I thought “It’s only a walk, just like outside,
Maybe I’m out of my depth.”
Well, I left this machine, and went to the weights,
A small load I needed to lift,
And sat at the curl bench, with towel by my side,
And started lifting without any assist,
I stayed for an hour, it felt really good,
And last night it felt good in my head,
But today, when I woke, I couldn’t move a thing,
Today I’m staying in bed.
Myriads of umbrellas
like I’ve never seen
floating upward brilliant red,
yellow, pink and green.
Many happy thoughts must be
in the springtime breeze,
or bright hope could not ascend
high above the trees!
Opened up, hope shelters us
from the rains of gloom.
Losing sight of happiness
would be mankind’s doom.
Peace and love must guide our thoughts
so we might see rise
myriads of umbrellas
through all earth’s blue skies!
In 7/5 Trochee, rhyming style poem
Written 2/26/2014 by Andrea Dietrich For Visual number 4
shown in the SYMBOLISM : THE UMBRELLA Poetry Contest of nette onclaud