Hopes Poems

Unpredictably Predictable

Feelings, like storms, disrupt the inner peace and leave the future uncertain

Hopes, like mountains, seen and far away to reach

Desires, like eternal, keeps running and stop’s nowhere 

Thoughts, like lightning, shine, disappear, and keeps coming 

Tears, like rains, clear the clouds and leave it’s 
Sign

Life, like ocean meets river, people comes from various channels with

Early Summer Haiku Edited

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ripening cherries
hanging on trees in daylight~
bats feasting at night;

at morning sunshine
wastage and garbage on ground~
harvest hopes shattered.

Hopes and Dreams

Beneath tin roofs and between rusted walls,
their dreams hang like torn cloth
patched, and faded , in the wind.
A cracked bowl, a child’s laugh
hope drawn in a poster  on broken walls.

We'll Never Know

Where's it told what tomorrow brings
who's in control pulling the strings
it goes to show
we'll never know
who's to say what's around the bend
down the road or at day's end
we'll never know
and so it goes
what's in store for wrong or right
in bright moonlight or on the other side of night
we can wish altho'
we'll never know
tho' we've been

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On some days, I am the pencil, drawing with uncertain steps hopes

On some days, I am the pencil, drawing with uncertain steps hopes on sheets of paper,
My hand trembles, but leaves traces of dreams still daring to take shape,
Other days, I am the eraser, erasing with such force that holes remain like memories,
The paper tears under the burden of my attempts to make everything disappear, to

on the breath of hopes

a child’s love

is the love that’s born

to soar away …

and while we may

surrender our grasp to

grant them leave -

to press their precious

wings upon the wind

and chart a bearing their own,

we, in all our most

eager stirrings,

will never

ever …

let them go.









Copyright © 2024 Gregory Richard Barden

In Hopes

Eight beautiful lines of poetry, I write 
In hopes to make your days be bright 
I'll try to cheer you up my best 
In hopes to put your sadness to rest 
Let me offer you a piece of my heart 
In hopes to give you a brand-new start 
In life, to live...with happiness 
In hopes

Jar of fake hopes

Filling up the unknown eerie,
Reason that turns-into weary,
Slowly piling up the jar of fake Hopes
Seems an open silk thread but truly-many suffocating ropes.
A word so blind,that might relax their thirst.
Ever wondered?when this jar breaks-a cloudburst.
Leaving it empty-accepting what it may...
Keeping up the truths-burying all concealed days.

A Drawn Reflection

Is this what was meant for me…
The drawn reflection of a man?
Each step taken with the lightest touch,
So many they tread a new course.

At every bend, a choice was made,
Drawing circles and channels upon the land.
Choices made, lines in sand,
The track lies ahead, not behind.

I thought I’d rise, reflection true,
With head held high, over the

My Soul Cries Out For You

Oh Lord my soul does cry, cry out to You
I'm so alone and I am really so so blue
You've given me a life of hopes and dreams
In Your presence I'll be happy I'll be new
Build me up Lord into a better man
Show everyone that I can be a man that's strong
You gave me the gift

Dreams and Hopes

I think of seeing beyond, above, and before.
I feel drained, fallen, and feel like forgotten lore.
I am a Dreamer, an endless reaper, and yet am only human.

People see me as if I know, wherever I go, and that I am in line.
I look at those people and say I dream of things beyond, I have

Dream Rider

I know you’re there, just out of sight, 
There among the black far-reaches
Like a rider of dreams in the night
Searching for reason that impeaches. 

You have left behind no traces
Of where you’ve gone or maybe sent.
Your journey seeks familiar faces
Yet posed in unfamiliar bent. 

And reasons, they are vaguely veiled
While cognizance won’t clarify. 
And rationale

True Dreams

Praying,
God's hopes come true,
For you!

High Hopes

So, from birth we’re taught to aim high.
Not the height of the garden fence, the side wall, the house but for the stars in the sky.

So, we’re indoctrinated to believe that the acquisition of power and wealth is the meaning of life! 
Slaved to the pound all our working lives. 

So, the new car, the

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