Hope Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Hope Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Hope. These are the best examples of Rhyme Hope poems written by international poets.
Is it the arrow while in its flight?
That determines what is in its sight?
More likely the archer, with steady aim.
Shot not to kill, but to hurt and to maim.
At last, he’ll release his final revenge.
It’s not his choice, the flight to abate,
The target chosen as if by fate.
The arrow its damage, it will do.
The deed is done, the archer is through.
Now he can stop his honor less binge.
Revenge was not the ultimate cure,
For all the pain he had to endure.
A forgiveness path should have been taken,
A better path, be not mistaken.
Love enters in to act as a hinge.
Opening the door to understanding,
Knowledge enters and is expanding.
Two people beginning to comprehend,
Like a willow tree, they too can bend.
They begin to see hope on the fringe.
In death truth is told, the final sting.
The voice of justice begins to sing.
Those not able to make the right choice,
Understand their error from the voice.
All are harmed when the choice is revenge.
* Second of three in this style of classic form - I hope you like it. *
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swift, swift, the rills do run
swift from high the mountain
swifter tho', the running years
flowing through life's fountain
creep, creep, the brumal mists
creep 'midst fells and highlands
creeping 'round the peaks and years
mem'ries drowned like islands
drift, drift, my dreams to sea
drift like thought and feather
drifting toward a mortal bloom
thick with highland heather
sleep, sleep, at last to dream
sleep bides blessed and meek
sleep, come press a kiss goodbye...
so sweet now ... 'pon my cheek.
Copyright © 2021 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
You rumpled my rucksack
Then you pimpled my crack
You crumpled my schnutzsack
I hope my pimples come back
No joy from my rucksack
From your plan of attack
My boys from the outback
Are lodged deep in my crack
I know, I know. You're asking yourselves...when is this old man going to grow up!...Right?
I must be regressing back to my puberty daze!...Sorry Soupers!
Forgiveness is essential, I am told,
but it makes me think of the rule of gold.
When I think of the mistakes I've made,
all the harm I have conveyed,
and the second chances I've been given,
I still hope to be forgiven.
So, when it comes to forgiving others,
the golden rule applies to my brothers.
A windswept fall leaves a rake's prongs grounded free,
obliged Sapphire's realm, tinged with a seasoned spree,
blissfully fathoms the governed spirits of caromed eyes,
of gathered acquaintances rings about you as time flies,
queries the mobile a stance, a glance at echoes of lights,
as a soloist envy all-eyes dancing that September ignites.
They say a man's suppose to die when he sees the autumn sun
But I've thrown the dice and stagger forth with what I have become
For daggers thrown and lovers lie in turmoil and in truth
And I'm forgotten with all hope when I was a youth
I say thee not a sword-thrust clean did run me through to bone
With death approaching now I see you reap what you have sown
So carry me not a sailor's death for my life I would behold
To see the end most hurriedly for my story to be told
I'm running from pain
Standing on the platform waiting for
The train
I have got a ticket to nowhere im just
running from my pain
I have not planned my route and I have
No place to stay.
I'm just catching the fist train that pulls in
And I hope to fade away
They say don't run away away from it
Stay and face your fear
But the only way I can forget my pain is by using Drugs and beer.
I have all what I need packed into a
rucksack
I have told no-one where I am going
As I am not planning on coming back
Stay away from people that's how
It has to be
If no one knows where I am then the pain of the past cannot find me.
Hope I'm the only one you call Beb
Every time you go to Bed
Keep it low-key with them Blues
Or listen to my lyrical Bars
You Promised to be my only
I go keep it a hundred with you Bae
You pretty thick with some big Booty
I love everything 'bout your Body
Go put on your Bikini
Lemme take you out to the Beach
Bang you hard from the Bay
With no sweeting in its coastal Breeze
surviving_pawn
Thanks, this scribe must say,
Grateful we woke up today,
Let's rise with joyful smiles,
God blesses us across the miles,
Seeking God's wisdom, no less,
Trusting divine plan, no stress,
God, hope we can all still pray,
Guide Earth's city of God someday,
Sent us Jesus, holy preacher,
Holy Spirit, our best teacher,
Grace sparks us, staying alive,
Thanks, God, our faith can thrive,
God loves His mortals anyway,
Even when the flock turn away,,
Praising His power, no need to fret,
Thanking awesome God, our best bet.
The stench of endless days clings to my name;
My folly, like a rust, but stings not him.
A meek heart paid for by relentless blame,
Youth’s bitter wine- a draught forever grim.
Past twilights reel in cadences untrue,
I fall, a penitent within the flame;
Bound to repentance- ash where roses grew,
My voice, the echo of a sullied name.
O sickle, strike the valleys we once promised,
Lay low the ghosts that haunt my dwindled shore.
Let golden breaths on iron fleece be kissed,
And singe the thought that kept me wanting more.
So let the world unspool what once I wore,
That even ruin might return me pure.
Families, friends, neighbors, communities,
living in the land of liberty.
A nation easy to divide,
fed by smears, seduced by lies.
Emotions worn like fragile sleeves,
hatred finds a place to breathe.
A sickness spreads, unseen but loud,
echoed through the media cloud.
Even when the facts aren’t true,
they comfort those who always knew.
We fracture more with every feud,
distrust becomes our daily mood.
Arrogance floats through the air,
ignorance tangled everywhere.
We elect with hope, then watch despair,
do they serve, or do they stare?
Freedom to vote, a hollow ring
when sides refuse to shift or swing.
You speak your mind, you risk the cost,
mocked, dismissed, your meaning lost.
We’re growing colder, more confined,
trapped in one-dimensional minds.
Opposition seen as threat,
truth becomes what we forget.
And when debate no longer lives,
hatred is the truth we give.
I was young at age but old enough to recognize cruelty
My eyes watered and my tummy ached
I was scared and embarrassed
With wet trousers my tiny thin legs- Shaked
I had raised my hand to go to the john
But my fourth-grade teacher, whom I'll never forget
She wouldn't let me go, why- I don't know?
But I know it was her fault, that I was soaking wet
The kids in my classroom stared at me shaking
Watching me crying, my eyes dripping water
Who will she not let go next?
The boy who sat next to me- or somebody's daughter
My mother, may she rest in peace
Rushed to the school to bring me some dry clothes
She spoke to the principle in a fiery rage
That's when all hell broke out, and a firing arose
That was the last time I saw that mean teacher
Never again would she teach in that school
I hope that she learned a good lesson in life
It's not very nice to be disturbingly cruel
I am grateful that I learned long ago
two pieces of wisdom I hope, someday,
everyone will know.
Piece of wisdom number 1
to know before our life comes to an end:
Is…when our life is filled with joy and happiness
It’s best to share these times with our family and friends.
The second piece of wisdom to learn before our life is done:
When our life is filled with grief and sorrow
See piece of wisdom number 1
My life is crumbling down
And my walls are caving in
Its been headed down hill
Since i began a life of sin
I could've been a lawful man
And found a respectable way
I should have fought harder
At keeping temptation away
Now all my wrong choices
Are showing their ugly face
I can't escape from them
They refuse to give me space
I feel as though I'm sinking
Being swallowed by quicksand
I'm reaching out while Praying
Someone will grab my hand
In asking others for imput on many events of life, i received no definitive answer..' And after thinking twice...I arrived at the
Mental conclusion..That possibillity's are
Rife so i just ' coined this term 'complified'
Which reads and sounds well? rather nice.' I hope it is of use to you..When challenged
Day to day..If confusion ever strikes you? Then this could well be the word to say.?