Long Hopeme Poems

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Premium Member Brimming With Echoes

Brimming with echoes of their past
When I dream of theses places 
I sometimes feel alone here
I look around me and all I see
Is a nothing a void in place 
I should  be happy and free

What is it that you tell me to do
Where is it that you tell me to go
Where I should go in this desert 
Why should I stay in this desert
There is nothing for me  there
I seek refuge out of all this mess
I seek out a friendly face to hold 

A friendly face to hold me 
To comfort me in sad times 
And keep me from the cold 
Cold dark damp places I see
Sad times of sorrow and grief
I choose to leave this place 
Seek the road to  happiness


The Abused Child

I am just a child, no older than five. With everything I've been through in the past its a 
wonder I've survived.
Nobody knows or will ever understand, How long I've been at the receiving end of this red 
hand.
The way that i'm treated can be described as nothing but unfair. Why me?, why have i been 
brought in to this world with parents who don't seem to care?.
I blame myself sometimes for my mother loosing her temper. Was there ever any good 
times?, if so i don't seem to remember.
My father just goes along with everything she does and says, and i have to go along with the 
beatings that last for days.
What will become of me as a person?, who will i be?, when shouting and beatings are all that 
i see.
I will do my best to stay on their good side, to behave, as i don't want to end up in an early 
grave.
This can't go on forever its already been years. I have been through it all, i cant shed any 
more tears.
I know in my heart that some day this will be over and I'll no longer be alone, that a proper 
family will look after me and make their house my home.
Form: Rhyme

The Silent Cries

I cry silently
No-one hears my passion
No-one hears my thoughts
All I can do is write
Misery is all I see
Poverty is all I see
Life is devastating
My mum cries for what
If she experienced half of what I suffered
She would not live, god forbid
No-one understands the misery that happens behind these glasses
I cry silently
Take these broken glasses
Angel
Rise me above
Take me from life
Grant me a new one
I can’t hold it any longer
No-one understands this misery
The only hope I have is achievement
Is it a matter of death?
My liver hurts
My head hurts
My eyes hurt
I am half blind
I am ill
But I have one hope
To achieve
No-one can stop me!
Form:

Premium Member Her Silence Beckons

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as daylight flows on  floors of  meadows’ weave
like tiny fingers silent in silk of  sailing traces
this landscape travels on her fragile, hushed heave
and when full morn speaks in syllables of pink laces,
i climb her flights of smiles to touch those tender graces
just a glance of champagne cheeks through her secret seat
makes hours sink in seconds breathing psalms of time’s aces
then i’d go deep for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet

as i hide snuffed sighs claiming eyes that await  my reply
of a love as pure dawn giving wings to flowers’ poised paces,  
the treasures in my chest are not  tiaras or diamonds sold high
this, my rimless devotion will plant years gold with praises 
your comfort in blaze of thunder, i’ll gladly give raw  braces
a lifetime of caress to guide our lanes pastoral and wild we’d greet,
savoring flute, butterflies and giggling shells on winds’ embraces
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet

have i grown weeds in yarns of time, answer not yet said?
a flick of hope blows on this my airborne soul for returned praises 
oh, my waters entice me as potpourri of my lady’s rhymes are fed,  
when she stalls, then crawls on wanderings of night’s mazes 
her quiet flush textured with pleas of patience on moon’s faces,
this silence has many altars adorned by veils of her sun and sleet
still, i stay with serenades to dust her feathers too shy for chases
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips  upon my feet

the absence of her eloquence jail me in chapels’ clumped vases
till she, lady of my velvet dreams, lit my passion’s fond heat
our hands shall wander unto rhapsody of  faraway places
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips  upon my feet!

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Form: Ballade

A Crown and My Battles

A Crown and my battles

My crown is there far away from me 
The way to reach is too hard and risky
Many battles are going between me and to it
Obstacles and barriers are more and more  but
I am walking towards my crown
Though there are many wounds in my body
I am steadily moving to wards my crown
It is in my vision and it is nearing me
I n between me and to my crown many battles are going on
My legs are moving consistently towards it
There may be many thorns and pits on my way
My will is so strong to swear that crown
Thousands or lakhs may scold and tease me now
Millions will wait to that moment to greet to my success
My crown is there far away from me 
The way to reach is too hard and risky
I will be their emperor from that second
Shedding blood from my body is nothing and
Shedding tears from my eyes are nothing
Everything will be come scars of my victories and
Everyone will praise my  success 
There I will built my empire  and
There  I will occupy my people
Scolding enemies will be first admirers of my  court
Teasing friends will write my story of success
My crown is there far away from me 
The way to reach is too hard and risky


The Stranger - Part Two

He then told him he put a fresh set of clothes
On his backpack, turned around and didn’t look back.
So he put on his new clothes and out the door he went
Thinking that this man was heaven sent.
As he walked  a mile down the road
He felt guilty that he didn’t thank him properly
For being so kind to a man in need.
He ran back to the farm house and knocked at the door
To be greeted by someone he had never saw.
“I am looking for the farmer who owns this place!”
That would be me ! What can I do for you?
He said : no ! that can not be ! It was a younger 
Man, not as elderly with a beard and shoulder length hair.
He gave me dinner and invited me in, let me bathe
And to have a good nights sleep, then gave 
Me these clothes and breakfast to eat.
I don’t see how here you could have stayed
When my wife and I were in another county far away.
But there has been stories going around
About someone helping people when their luck was down.
As he said that - the strangers back pack fell 
to the ground ,and he heard a clatter.
The man looked at him and asked what was the matter.
He opened his backpack and a wooden name plate fell to the ground
And broke in three- when he looked he could not believe what he saw.
The three parts said : J.CHRIST-HIS-SON
And a cross and rosary laid alongside with a note with one word.
                         HOPE
Now who could this man have been ?
© Louis Rams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Lottery Ticket: a Beseech Form Poem

Worthless lottery ticket!
I blew a pound,
Hoping you would be a winner.
I only used a quid I found,
But I could have spent it 
On something wiser.
Worthless lottery ticket!
Should I become a miser?

Stupid lottery ticket!
You won ten quid.
Just three numbers matched.
You’ve done better than the last one did,
But I can’t go on a world cruise.
Maybe my luck will change…
Stupid lottery ticket!
Perhaps the next will be top of the range?

Improving lottery ticket!
You won thirty pounds - 
But it sure isn’t a lot:
I can’t buy a big house with grounds.
A bit of luck, but not enough
(Although, I guess it’s better than I’ve had before).
Improving lottery ticket!
Will I ever win more?

Lucky lottery ticket!
Five numbers nets me five grand!
I hoped it would have been ten times that.
Come on, Fortuna, lend a huge hand
And help me match six numbers.
I want a life of ease.
Lucky lottery ticket!
Lady Luck, won’t you help me a little more, please?

Jackpot lottery ticket!
Six numbers at last!
I can leave work and enjoy life,
Being broke belongs in the past,
The world is my oyster now -
I’ve suddenly become handsome with charm and wit!
Jackpot lottery ticket!
Oh, darn – where did I put it?
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Oh Skies

Oh skies let me touch you
Give me an assurance that tomorrow
Shall be a sunny day;
Give me a little sign
That after all this disillusionment
I shall live in your umbrella

Oh skies smile at me
Do not you sulk at me;
My soul is cold, my heart is hurt-
A smile and I shall get warm
A smile and I shall feel wonderful,
Oh skies.

Oh skies give me a hope to live on
So when the world
Shall break under my feet
I shall call you to my rescue
I shall call you to my help
Oh skies give me the hope to live on.

Oh skies keep me in your watch
So whenever I do stray
To limits forbidden by natural law

Oh skies let me be yours,
My soul, my heart, all I give you.

Afflictions and Hope

I feel like I am a fly that lives for no purpose
Doing anything for no reason
Death to me is seven days away!
How long will this torment in my soul last?

There is a longing in me;
Big as the oceans:
Stretching beyond the shores of my solitary confinement.
And my soul lies bleeding;
Bleeding from the wounds of afflictions.

Bitterness poisons my thoughts;
Creating a huge dark cloud;
covering the diamond stars that glitter in my mind.

A drought of grace and love dwells in my heart;
And resentment has grown in me as a cactus in a desert.

Shadows of death and doubt breathe upon me,
Like vultures waiting on me as if I was a dying prey.

Destruction is taking a step closer to me every hour.
And I’m folded as a cabbage,
Squeezed on a corner,
Trembling and crying out:

“My LORD, My FATHER,
Why do you forsake me?
Clearly as the clean air; I am nothing without YOU.
Rise up my LORD!
Rise up as the sun rises up at the break of dawn wiping out the darkness,
Let YOUR light shine upon my life and put a song in the bird's heart.
Let me rejoice at the beauty of YOUR sunrise
Let me rejoice at the first ray of light that shines a beam of gold
Let YOUR light dry the tears of anguish and loneliness caused by darkness.
Restore back peace and love in my life.
Kill the torment in my soul
And in its place rise a sweet essence.
Pour rains of grace and love in my dry heart
And bring back to life the sweet fragrant flowers of spring.
Blow away the bitter clouds of thought,
And leave my mind stretched as the universe;
beautified by billions of stars glittering as eternity.
Chase away the dark shadows that breath upon me, 
And let the doves bring to me the twigs of salvation.
For in my inner depths breathes hope and faith in YOU.
Let YOUR deliverance and providence shine upon me as the cloudless noon day sun;
And FATHER;
Let not the light of YOUR eyes set away from me,
Lest I become proud in YOUR eyes.”
Form:

Mirror Vol Ii

I look myself in the mirror and I 
quickly look away, the man I see 
before me was different yesterday 
seems to me I worship the same 
God everyday, I been a slave to my 
flesh for too long still I'm hoping 
today is my payday, Mayday my life 
is in a state of emergency, they say 
it's power in prayer I hope so 
because me not doing so is hurting 
me, my surgeon says I gotta heart 
condition and the only way to fix it 
is to be sincere with repentance, 
forgiveness only takes place when 
the heart is broken and contrite, 
psych 101 when your mind is a 
slave, no matter how hard you try 
it's hard to escape, but the father 
threw a rope a way out of this 
destruction, the son gave it all up 
and it cost us nothing. So as I look 
back into that mirror I see what he 
saw imperfect perfection, sanctified 
sinner who by faith and grace he 
predestined
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.

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