Hopeful Poems - Poems about Hopeful

( Inspired by Isaiah 55 and reflecting on hope and faith. ) I come not full, but open wide, With hands unfurled quietly yearning. Your vows fall like gentle rain-- Words that flow from wells unending! Through the clouds silver-haired persist. I count on the daybreak You foster, The meadow's bare-- still run deep. Your stillness does not imply You sleep. Faith takes small...

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songer.co/song/rp46aipglmzluwbnxswcz42q [Verse 1] The lights are flashing, but girl, I’m stuck on you, Like chasing fireflies, but you slip right through. The fair’s spinning wild, but you’re the only thing I chase, You act all cool, but I see that smile on your face. Laughter fills the air, kids screaming loud, But all I hear is you, standing out in the crowd. Your...

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At the end of the day, we’re all a part of the same sunset. ...

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Like sand held in my hand, I know I squeezed too tight, Grain by grain you will drift away, And with wind take flight. I'll keep my hands wide open, I'm stepping to the side, So when you look about you, Your space is open wide....

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Waking up in the middle of the night, heating the stove to make a pot full of tea. Oh, how this silence soothes and calms me. Looking over at the clock, it reads 11:11. Embers crackle softly in the fireplaces light, Settling into its warmth, everything feels just right. Over my shoulders, a blanket is...

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Time's gone, religion's in decline, Why don't we care about this line? Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate, Do they care about the poor's state? The night of darkness started soon, But still shining the brightest moon. Tyrants swimming in a pool, Poor watching, feeling cool Different religions, different rules. Poor confused, but they are fools. Horror dreams, horror thoughts, They are holding charity...

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No breath of life from Creator-- no warm, hopeful womb in which to grow....

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I-nspiration M-akes E-veryone L-ove D-espite A-nger ©bfa061125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Imelda Cabonce) ...

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I'm a poet And I don't know it My rhyme destroys My pen is poised To trickle out Some tale about A butterfly Or sunset sky As sweet as jam With rhythm slam Dunk in your tea My soliloquy I'm a poet Happy to show it So on your bike As I drop the mic You may have guessed If you passed the test As you peruse This...

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Faith, Lord, Renews, Hopeful, sharing smiles, our faith believers....

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Beaming with hopeful bliss My heart faces challenges midst grace As God assures triumph* I claim against mocking doubt. With varied tasks along different roles My faith remains steadfast Striving to fulfill assignments I accept against attacking weariness. Grateful for privilege to reach-out My spirit persists, inspired by divine cheer Sharing very best with zest Prayerfully seeking for miracles I expect against struggling commitment. *2Corinthians 2:14 - Now...

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hopeful blissful blest glow smites woe peace* beam love's gleam show smile glad style kind share God's care *Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. April 14, 2025 5th place, "YOUR CHOICE Y" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/2/2025...

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I’ve known the kind of cold that sinks into your ribs, makes a home in your chest, whispers that it will never leave. I’ve felt nights stretch too long, Lay awake with the weight of it all. wondering if the ache would ever stop, if I would ever feel like myself at all. if I even knew who that was anymore. But today,...

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There are many things one would wish to remember A smile, an accomplishment or even a lie we were once told, One of the things i wish to remember the most.... Is how happy i was before, My true inner voice, The way i would grin and giggle, Happy, Smiling all the time, Smiling till all i felt was happiness, And a sense of...

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chelsea morning was more chilled than my heart when i saw her standing on the corner waiting to cross from yesterday into tomorrow a new life awaited her on the other side she smiled and waved as she passed by her maroon dress tattered and too often worn i saw myself within her soul as i peered into her eyes and wondered when...

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