Hope Imagery Poems

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...

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Noon simmers a chamomile lavender
Like the summer rain that resembles diamond tears
The tea pot serenades my senses with aroma rays of hope 
My favorite mug...

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Raised Stone-Tablet eternally abiding under 
  Towering Heavens endless span; and in its 
   Solititude...charts the migrations of our 
 Highest Lord's...

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Breath
Nuance
Light 
Dark
Dappled sunlight casting shadows

I see you before me 
Riding bareback 
An elegant mare
Swishing her tail through tall dry grasses
Chocolate fur 
Gliding us to new...

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the
candle of hope
shines bright
tonight
thus
burn
its
sweet light
of
hope
once more
with
delight
i
am 
still sure
the
candle of hope
once more...

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We made a bet
I hope to win
And if I do
I'm cashing in

One kiss per poem
You promised me 
If I reached 1,000
Collectively 

So I made a...

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In the wilderness of bewilderment,
Sculpting different sorts of thoughts,
Where intent fades, needing no interment,
And truth exudes from all its rots.

There lies the stark resolve for...

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In life we find thrill, chills and vains of nerve 
Dreams of believers as high as sky eyes 
Like climbing mountain, loose stone, slide to...

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Moonlight sky-
Shimmering like pearls above high.
Below I stand,
Chasing the dreams that fly.

Stars may flicker-
Moon shines bright.
Soft winds rustle,
Past the lashes of my eye..

Whispering the tales,
That...

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Did she wonder why ?
watching him in darkest sky
goodbye, with a sigh
does nothing last forever ?

did she cry today ?
watching him as he walked away
goodbye,...

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gaslighting - she is inflammable...

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Her warm breath fogs the pane.
She draws a mis-ty veil.
Footsteps fade like lost ghosts.
Her voice melts in the rain.
Dreams ache inside her chest.
Hope hums of...

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She was a field–
soft, wide, aching.
He was the match,
small
but hungry. 

They met 
not in spring,
but in that breathless hush
before things grow–
where hope is still half-buried
beneath...

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           WORDS
        Loose words,
    ...

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Yes ,yes I was a precious soul
Turned to a flower that's slowly decaying
My roots are dead and gone
Can only draw waters when I'm praying 

The...

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