Lost Hope Poems | Examples
These Lost Hope poems are examples of Hope poems about Lost. These are the best examples of Hope Lost poems written by international poets.
I sat again on that old broken bench at the park,
Watching birds, people, and the last rays of the sun fade by,
Remembering our final words—spoken so far from kind.
A single tear I had to shed for the moments lost in time.
The skies turned suddenly ominous, though I knew not why—
But by the grace of God, a little girl smiled, ever so bright,
And I finally realized: forgiveness is not so far behind.
a fragile bright thread
woven through the darkest night~
light that dispels dread
soft whisper of dawn
chasing shadows from the soul~
sunshine on the lawn
seed beneath the frost
waiting for the gentle thaw~
life will not be lost
tear begins to dry,
a quiet strength starts to grow~
shine anew in sky
sunbeam on the path,
melting away winter's grip~
greens in aftermath
a gentle warm breeze,
carrying a hopeful song~
worries start to ease
rainbow after storm,
colours painting skies anew~
peace begins to form
distant star's soft gleam
promising a warmer shore~
life`s journey still beams.
I remember a time when
That heart of yours was mine
The love that you bestowed to me
It's for that love I still pine
Every night before I go to sleep
I make certain to always pray
Each prayer I raise up to God
Ask him to lead you home someday
And when you appear at my door
And I'm giving my last last chance
I'll love you in ways undreamed
I'll give you the perfect romance
You will feel a love unknown
The way you deserve my love to be
With the love I'll give to you
You never want a day without me
FATHER TO ELDER SON: ONCE MORE AGAIN
I am your father;
Let me not be a bother,
Nor your enemy:
Please come and visit with me;
My time here will soon not be:-
The compass of God,
Has never led one astray;
Satan’s does—each day:-
Be in God’s navigation;
And love’s resurrection:-
Have mercy on me,
And forgive me for my sins
Against God and thee:-
Love you more than you can know;
Forgive me before I go:-
Forgiveness of me
Is not about forgetting;
It’s about mercy:
For the pain you’ve given me,
God knows, I’ve forgiven thee.
I’ll die loving you,
I have lived life loving you:
God guiding me on:-
And as death takes me further,
Pray tell, greets from your brother:-
Now entering the new season
Gives the meaning
Of the past life of old
Conquering the demons grasping hold
Knowing they were the reason
Of a lost soul trapped in the abyss
Breaking through, reaching heavenly bliss
I blow a kiss
To God
Waving back and forth his lightning rod
With the surrounding angelical squad
I kneel and pray
For giving me the continuous strengthening
Of a beating heart of cosmic gold
To peel each journey and unfold
Each harden lesson untold
The spiritual healing
Is a wonderful feeling!
Pen pressed against page,
image drought, verse famine, cage,
of dry well syndrome, vacuum,
lack of glowing term,
blighted crop, devoid of germ,
words I sculpt mere gaunt legume
Impetus, spark, boost,
urban mirror where plots roost,
spawn from pillar, striking plinth,
futile quest struck dumb,
barren bard whose face is glum,
yet they bay for gemstone glint
a free fervent feel
kindled by an unseen light~
friend that makes us heal
a fragile thread spun
holds the unknown, whispers hope~
trust what not yet won.
sunlight through the clouds,
a sudden warmth upon the face~
winds dispel the shrouds.
doubt's chill breeze may blow,
testing the weave, stretching out~
still, the string does glow
night stollers alone
guided by a distant glow~
belief in unknown
seeds beneath the soil
unseen growth, a patient wait~
life shines through one`s toil
when all seems vanished
when the path is lost to sigh~
guiding faith cherished
a gentle whisper,
across the vast and silent space~
trust turning crisper.
more than simple verse
a living, breathing essence~
holds the universe.
Once, you loved and welcomed me.
Now, I'm at the gate.
Once, there was peace and love.
Now, only vitriol and hate.
Once, there was democracy.
Now, we tempt the hands of fate.
Once, there was infinity,
Now, a sideways eight.
Once, there were hopes and prayers.
Now, it is too late.
Once, there was eternity.
Now, a headstone and a date.
When all seems lost the sun still rises ~
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i was imagining the lighthouse
on our East Coast. remembering it
through clouds, past the shady thicket,
above the cliff defaced by the dissident Atlantic;
out of the vegetative sprawl—
cooling mosses & menacing colossi
of agave plants—was your cold ivory
marred by weathering,
unconstrained saline breezes
chewing & bleeding your iron.
i pondered a rebuke.
where are the carers
for this lost gem of hope,
to repay former kindnesses
as time races away with the picture
of your boast, vessels
& vagabonds who'd have fallen
over inauspicious tides
without your sleepless eye?
The moon rises on the horizon
Casting shadows in the dark
Words still echoing in my ears
Are like daggers to the heart
The trees sparkle with fireflies
A warm breeze tickles my face
Like a slow motion shooting star
I watch a satellite cross through outer space
In the promise of another lonely night
The scent of her still lingers
I can count the days since she drove away
On one hand using all the fingers
Memories are mostly pleasant
The end appears abrupt
Somewhere along the journey
Our love became corrupt
I know not where she sits tonight
Underneath the shadows of the same moon
But, I hope she can find happiness
And, I hope she finds it soon
The old shoebox still lies under his bed.
It brings a volley of thoughts to his head.
Within it lie the shoes he wore that day,
When, lost his leg falling off a steep way.
A missing leg can never defeat him
He will rise again from a state grim
In the stygian sky of hopeless dark,
A streak of a light glows like an arc.
an aching
silence abides
young love
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once tenderness starved,
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into
love’s brutal
apex
warping sting,
in bated
breath’s requited ring,
wished upon the same star
in
each other’s resolves
A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a kaiser
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Another impoverished evening
draped so strangely harsh, the moon weeps
for one more burning a soul must retain....
And she clings among lost stars
with frozen heartbeat thawing minutes
weighed on jagged sounds of owl's play.
Yet, an intercepted light begins to kindle
as she gazes at an old man by a lamp post,
seemingly collecting crumbs of reminiscences--
The tick of hours mirroring her own disquiet
while couples pause to catch a flurry of mist:
She quivers, turns away from the glass pane
listening to the teapot ... her meditative chant for now--
Till a discovery of self-awakening lifts gently
Where a tiny place in her bosom invites calmness
yet to be born ...
through growing roots of spirit- fire.
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