Strength Hope Poems | Examples
These Strength Hope poems are examples of Hope poems about Strength. These are the best examples of Hope Strength poems written by international poets.
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.
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!
When the Heart cracks one more time
I'll just write another rhyme
When Hopes and Dreams all fall through
I'll just start up something new
When I just can't take no more
this is when I'll fly for sure.
The dark night of the soul
Feels like a wall so deep,
anchored in the heavy hours of waiting,
holding back the dawn
like stone against the rising tide.
You place your palms against the cold edge
and whisper a prayer into the stillness.
It feels as though your words fall quiet,
trapped on this side of the shadow,
where Heaven seems silent
and the midnight feels permanent.
Yet prayer is not a fragile thing—
it sinks the roots into the deep darkness,
holding fast when your strength gives out.
For even in the quietest valley,
the Father is listening in the deep.
He does not leave you in the shadow,
and the God who hears in the dark
will carry you into the light.
Everyone needs a little hope....
let there be light
let it be bright
even through the night
even in great heights
a star is in our sight
I watch in delight
As i make my wish i say...
give me strength and hope
to broaden my scope
and help people cope
show them how to survive
without being deprived
give them the drive
to be revived
all they need is a guide
so they can stand with pride
it just takes a nudge
to get people to budge
Actions and hope that may keep us going
And give us some satisfaction knowing
That our care for others is still growing,
And our zest for life continues flowing;
Are people and activities glowing
With their love and inspiration showing
That what we are reaping, we are sowing;
Ensuring we don’t chase what is blowing.
So when our challenges cup is bowing,
And through life’s rough rapids we are rowing,
In our hold is love we could be throwing
And patience and kindness we are towing.
Christina pauses in the grass,
letting the wind cool her skin,
and thinks,
I remember running here…
I remember the strength I had.
The house rises ahead,
familiar as her own pulse,
and she tells herself,
every board, every window
still knows my name.
Her arms brace the earth,
and she thinks,
if I can’t walk home,
I can still reach for it,
even as her legs
lie quiet beneath her.
And in the captured stillness,
I see the truth Wyeth painted:
strength is not always standing~
sometimes it is the fragile body
turning its face toward home
and choosing, again,
to try.
As I sit here in the silence
Coffee cup in hand
I am waiting,
Waiting, waiting
You promised You would come
You told me to wait for You
Not to rush
Not to fold
But wait
I hear the sound of the wind
I hear the brush of wings
As the angels draw near
I am waiting
Waiting, waiting
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 2026
Cool street breath
Presses on him as he curls beneath the bridge again
Mind Flickers
Bright scraps he can’t hold…slipping off like ash in rain
Still he collects
Every stray spark slicing through the static
Hoping one
May burn long enough to start him over
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.
I looked at the bright side so much,
I became blind.
As darkness found me I began to see,
everything I was intended to.
I began to cry and
for the first time I saw beauty in the ashes.
crippled
and zany
wand of my life
keeps me alive, blimey
and blessed
When life seems overwhelming and your thoughts begin to stir…
When the future you once saw becomes a distant blur.
When you have a thousand questions and all you ask is “Why?”
When the answers to those questions make you want to cry.
When your heart feels heavy and the weight’s too much to bear,
Find the strength in your feelings, come to me, and share
The overwhelming times in life that makes your thoughts stir,
And I’ll help you reach your destination somewhere in the blur.
I’ll try to help you find the answers and hold you when you cry.
I’ll help you discover the reasons to all those questions “why?”
I’ll try to carry the extra weight that seems too much to bear,
And I’ll show how much I love you in the feelings that we share.
NATURE FINDS ITS WAY
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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,
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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.
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.