Hopes Poems - Poems about 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 ...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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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In the depths of wishing wells so deep Dreams awaken while waters sleep Shooting stars trace paths in sky afar Granting whispers caught by hearts ajar In moonlit silence wishes softly fall To depths where echoes gently call A coin is tossed in the wishing wells embrace While shooting stars streak across the vast dark space The wells cool water holds hopes...

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Hopes and Dreams By Michelle Morris 14/11/2024 You had so many Hopes and Dreams You crashed and burned and died So many Lifetimes over But like a Phoenix you will Rise Take the burned out ashes Of all those Hopes and Dreams Scatter them up to the wind An offering to Heavenly beings Take the opportunity To create a brand new...

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Night Time Girl It`s almost nine o`clock and it’s time to go to bed So climb under your covers and rest your weary head, Get yourself real comfy and I`ll tuck you nice and tight And tell me of the nice things that you’ll dream about tonight, Will you be a princes who`s dancing at the ball With a sparkle dress...

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As a mostly quiet American, I have hopes for the election. That no matter who wins, there will be acceptance from the other side. Other people and I, don't want post-election violence, filling our country's streets. We don't desire relatives, friends bitter at their Thanksgiving tables. I pray as I pen this writing, that peace descends upon the nation, so we as the U.S. can go into...

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heavily haggard Helena’s haphazard hilarity of harmony homogenized her humble habitat, in no way hampering her humanitarian handicap. Hazy harshness hastened a heartening of her highness’s high hopes for humanity....

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I embroidered my dreams on my skin, with threads of desires and burning hopes, But now they pull at every movement, tearing me from within. In the burnt pages of my journal, there you live, Somewhere between the gray ashes or in the scent of dried roses. You will live forever in the expanse of ink spread across those...

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