Strength Hope Poems

A Journey in Motion

I lace my shoes 
tight around trembling feet.
Morning fog drifts over the edges of the road 
and I stepped into the chill.

Each pace is a

A FORCE SO POWERFUL

I didn't understand,
God was holding my hand.

I was lonely,
God was holding my hand.

I was hungry,
God was holding my hand.

I was sick,
God was holding my hand.

I

When my Life Changed

The Promise He Had

They said he couldn't the path was too steep,
But dreams don't belong to the ones who sleep.
With fire in his heart and a storm in

The Return

We went away at seventeen,
Still green about the ears,
Not knowing that in between
The war and later years
We would be haunted to the core,
Damaged in the

Hero Lost But Found

Hero Lost But Found
In shadows cast by memories of pain,
A lonely soul entreats the night's domain.
"I need a hero," she cries out, raw and real,
To

The Distance Within

2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 6 Poetry Contest// Sponsored by: Mark Toney 
( 7th Place ) 

Written: August 10, 2025 


I run the miles deep within,
a

Family

When winds are rough,
And tear at hopes and dreams
When days are dark, and nights are tough,
And over-long, it seems
When bitter clouds collect above,
And ache and

Quiet Triumph

In broken silence,
a single breath rises--
flickers of hope through the cracks,
light spills where shadows clench
vigor birthed from the stillness,
victory whispered softly.

Dweller of Our Heart

(Line of inquiry: “the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”)

Sunrays warm my blushed cheeks--
calmness of daybreak dream's sweet adieu,
daylight

No Colours Nor Lilies

No Colours Nor Lilies 

Painted in grey
no colours nor lilies
there's hope there's pain
amidst the wind and storm
"Life" pinned me in blue.
One month passed.
The new walk

Hope

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

Self-imprisoned

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

COME TO THE WATERS

COME TO THE WATERS
"Come all you who are thirsty, come to the waters..."Isaiah 55:15
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Childhood home woven with integrity,  
     parents

Eclipse

In the shadow of an eclipse, where worry takes its flight,  
The burden of strife can weigh you down,  
Yet in each moment