Resilience Hope Poems | Examples

These Resilience Hope poems are examples of Hope poems about Resilience. These are the best examples of Hope Resilience poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberThe Cemetery of Dead Dreams

I reject another year
of not knowing where
two thousand & twenty five
planted seeds of inspiration
that stayed buried
in the curated soil of hope…
The cemetery of dead dreams
Suffocated by dirt.

I don’t mourn

I’ll begin again and plant
two thousand and twenty six
dreams that didn’t die.


Premium MemberDriftwood

Cardiac cadence 
         of mama tides 
            keep zodiac time
    
       tears  like tides
 taste of brine on baptized lips

sway me   sea
       in cradle-swells 
              between the crests 
            
            coddle me
       in a pink-wombed 
   conch shell
  for I   like driftwood 

 have died yet survived the storm.

Premium MemberNATURE FINDS ITS WAY

NATURE FINDS ITS WAY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crack in the sidewalk, a stubborn line against the grey, filled with green. Not invited, not planned, just a seed, carried on wind, finding purchase, insisting on life. A dandelion, maybe, or something tougher, something that knows concrete yields, e v e n t u a l l y. Think of that small rebellion when the path ahead feels like stone. Remember the persistent green, the quiet strength that cracks the surface. Nature finds its way. You will too.

Premium MemberTried And Cried

You tried, tried And you cried You never gave up You found hope As a last resort Because you fought Until the last drop of blood Until the last shade of mud. You are my angel, my hero You refused to fall and to go You cried, cried And tried, tried To succeed against all odds You were strong and you wore pads You tried, tried And you cried. Heroes cry too And Angels cry too You are a model to me I respect your bravery You are my inspiration And my endearing passion You tried and cried And I too tried and cried. Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Premium MemberRunning Through Life

I’m not running from my life
I just need this moment to think
In these moments, in this open space…get a firm grip
So many challenges, so many heartbreaks
The obstacles … the major dips
But I know I must keep moving on
There’s much life to be lived.
Past tears could create new oceans
This awesome power lies with me.


Premium MemberStellar Resilience

In the vast expanse of life's dark space,
Be patient, tough, like stars that grace
The endless night with steady light—
Guiding you through the hardest fight.

This pain, a comet's fiery trail,
Will blaze a path where dreams prevail.
For one day, through the cosmic storm,
Your strength will shine, your heart transform.

Premium MemberBad News, Good News

Bad news is swallowed
With a grain of sour salt
Good news is absorbed
With a chalice of sweet honey.

We’re exhausted and disappointed
We’re out of words and stamina
Hope is put in parenthesis for now
And we feel that the future is very far.

Bad news is goggled and spat out
Our saliva is dehydrated and dry
Yet, like old soldiers, no sacrifice
Is too great to face the future.

Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.

Premium MemberI STAND IN HOPE--

I STAND IN HOPE--

Resilience in spite of challenges and difficulties
Unwavering spirit not dawning darkness on my light
Deeper sustains my radiance I stand in hope


08/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©

Premium MemberA Tempest Stirs

Crashing tides, a relentless assault,
Bitter cold winds, a chilling jolt.
Faces slapped by nature's icy hand,
Entities from the deep, a sinister band.

Waves rise with a thunderous might,
Like demons dancing in the pale moonlight.
Each gust of wind, a haunting wail,
As the ocean's grip tightens, a ghostly tale.

In the abyss, dark forms arise,
Silent whispers, echoing demise.
Deep entities with a grip so cold,
Dragging towards a final resting fold.

Salt-laden air, taste of despair,
A struggle against forces, ruthless and unfair.
Yet within the chaos, a defiance stirs,
A resilience against fate as hope recurs.

Premium MemberThe Indwelling

Breathing silence like a whisper Of gentle inspiration, compassion Music from the grace that blesses Hearts and souls with mercies That dance through the sparkling Life of one who listens to the God of all creation, the One who Composed our very tranquility The energy that brings us to The creator’s answer to prayers Spoken by those who listen With faith that sighs sensitivity To a nature of yearning resilience As we’re filled with the Holy Spirit Podium placing promise(2) Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand December 30, 2020

Premium MemberHere Is My Faith

Here is my ecological faith
rooted in experience
yet to flower in things unseen,
relationships unfelt,
communications not yet heard,
tasted and spit out;
Savored

When I touch another life's body
with kindness
I am thereby touched in return
by remediation,
immediate
intimate compassion,
CoPassion

Perhaps this is also innocently true
of touching minds
with kind and curious intent,
compassionate purpose,

But,
that is about my active hope,
already extending out
further family projections 
from healing inside faith experience
that reemerges faith healing imaged future,
fluidly resonant
and co-presently resilient.

Premium MemberHis Sapling Lemon Tree

Nothing unusual blossomed to welcome spring But yet, we marvel at the growth of the heart's resilience ~ In this early morning's half-lit hour to watch her fondle the branch of sour fruit, we see her smile,.....reassured.... It makes one's eyes sting As if they were burned by the fruit's tangy juice ~ He would have been pleased to know three lovely lemons survived in spite of winter's frost She fills her pockets, with the fruit of their love
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Premium MemberUpon His Blameless Feet

Glass and fractured imaginings are trite
Upon his blameless feet
Even as he dance and play about them

Toxic and perilous smoke are authority
Outside his naive lungs 
While he freely breathes to ensure laughter

Blood sprinkles and routine metal shards 
Within his innocent hands
Presently, as he claps to the street’s tune

Mordant activities be forever present
Before his youthful eyes
Just before the gleams therein make hearts sway

Remarkable is…
            Miraculous is…
                           Wondrous is…
                                         The resilience and spirit of youth

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