Short Hope Pain Poems
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The days are coming
that will be daunting for all
hopelessness beckons.
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Seconds moved on
Minutes moved on
Hours moved on
Pain moved
Days moved on
Months moved on
Heal moved on
Year moved on
Why thee didn't move on?
Shards of light filter my heart
pulling back the black
leaving streaks
. . . of joy
Where hope was lost
. . . life breathes
Pain holds its insistence pressed against me.
I dream of a misty, selfless new morn ~
soft as maternal skin ~
easing me free with a true smile
to greet a
sweet day born!
Fourtle Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Contest Judged: 9/21/2025 8:25:00 PM
( 2nd Place )
Written: September 15, 2025
Bright star, shine far
Deep scar, leaves mar
When relentless grief plows your heart
And intolerable is the pain
Forget not, to sow your dream's seed,
At harvest, you would know your gain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 May 2022
Scars settle on my wrist, recording all my pain
Blood seeps from the new cuts, flowing gently from my arm
Tears running down my face, as I choke back my sobs
Someday I will be free, from the pain that chains me
Broken rocky garden, overgrown, torn
Bending her splintered hope, divided pain
Token throwaway cuts, discarded scorn
Spending relief's pennies, enticing rain
9/15/19
Originally in ‘Her Rocky Garden’ on this site
Arbitrium Divisa 4 contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
As I see the sky,
Some birds are flying across, So I turn back home.
Sleeping on my bed,
I close my eye and dreaming, Thinking in my head.
Wake up in midnight,
I saw a dusk settle down, Flewing in my eye.
Life's whirlwind swirls about my mind
A maze of tomorrow's come...to pass
Which way to turn is unforeseen
Sorrow's womb has born a child
Of labor, long and strained
A manchild faced with Unlived Dreams
Must brave tomorrow's wake
Copyright Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
If tears were rain
A river would find me
Drowning
Drifting away
Though love is pain
Can’t leave it behind me
Yearning
Wanting to stay
Where will it end
Can rainbows be certain
Waiting
Learning to pray
Sun, be my friend
Tear open the curtain
Hoping
To see a new day
Passed the setting sun,
is the inevitable —
The unknown,
The necessity,
The silence,
after the last word spoken,
The way the room forgets
your laughter,
your pain —
Over time, the door closes
and the walls exhale your name,
Collecting dust,
to settle in your place.
I sleep.
Enfolded in peace.
The agony and pain
Disappear:
The burning, the sorrow, the flame
Enfolded in peace.
I wake.
Entranced by life.
Remembering fire
Inside;
Death before sleep, and now
Entranced by life.
I rise.
Enraptured by flight.
The strength within
Burning.
Spreading my wings, I soar
Enraptured by flight.
If the world is destroyed,
If the air turns hurt,
If the pains are severe,
If love turns to hatred,
There is only one thing left.
If I fail this day,
If I die tonight,
If the truth hurts,
like slave master's steel,
I swear never
to cry,
for I know
there’s one
thing left:
ideology.
A Stewart Annie Everestus’s poem © 2019
Life's got me in a chokehold,
but it's not the same asphyxiation that I crave.
I loathe when pouring my heart out
is seen as "very brave"
When it's not bravery that compells me,
But hope. Hope for a better future for those who relate
And some kind of catharsis for my pain.
It does not take bravery to tell a story,
but bravery to be the one who lives through it.
In the stillness of the night,
A fire will slowly ignite,
A fire to change her fate,
A fire to remove anger and hate.
Beyond the edge of reason,
A world will change this season,
A change of state,
A change you can’t underestimate.
Through the eyes of a child,
Her world will stop running wild.
This is the end of her wait,
Something she’ll forever celebrate.
High on my anger,
Flowing like lava,
Rage incarnate,
Regrets sure to come.
But who cares,
You don't,
If you did this would not be happening,
All you care about is yourself,
Plain to see by anyone with eyes.
Actions speak so loud,
They need turned down.
Rest in piece, I hope you don't.
I hope pain finds you someday,
And reaches you the way you reached me.
Pestilence rushes in like a river,
My heart beats faint,
My eyes run dry,
My frail body trembles,
Yet still, I refuse to die.
When my sun sinks beyond the hills,
I shall see Him,
And all will be well.
At His feast,
My hunger will he satisfy,
My tears will he wipe,
My wounds will he bind.
The past—just a shadow forgotten,
A new dawn will rise.
But for now,
I embrace my pain with a smile.
My wife Irina's from Ukraine
Right now her heart is filled with pain
From cries of distant friends who fear
The End of Days may well be near
I hold her hand as she sheds tears
as Hope can all but disappear...
It's then she cries, "O, Awesome One
Salvation bring! Your Kingdom come!"
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Irina is my wife's name. She was born in
Kharkiv Ukraine and lived there 37 years.
The rose never complains about the thorns
For it knows they are there to protect it
For it knows it is precious
The wild flower never complains about the ruins on which it has grown
For it knows only it can bloom
In places no other flower can grow
Why do you complain about your imperfections then ?
Why do you not embrace your flaws ?
Believe me they are there for a reason
Believe me they are meant to be yours
Where is the light at the end of the tunnel?
They say that hope is found even in dark places.
When all i feel is pain.
The sorrows of the past have drowned me
Suffocating me with questions of what could have been,
and what have i become?
Where is the light at the end of the tunnel?
Every candle needs to be lit.
So before you go looking for the light.
Look for the box of matches
Hope can be found is dark places.
I’m breaking
Like the branch in the wind
Falling
Falling
Falling down to the ground
I don’t want to fall alone
In this world, my heart belongs to you
So please, don’t let me fall to the ground
Please, don’t let me fall
Hold me close
Feel the warmth between our hearts
Hold me close
Feel our lips softly touch
Hold the winds back don’t let them rip us apart
In our hearts
there is us
With our Love
Soul to Soul
I feel under the weather
will I ever get better
I want to run and play
but the pain tells me to stay
alone in this room
I pray I will be better soon
to hang out at the mall
I miss shopping for clothes and all
stuck here with nothing better to do
I even miss playing peek-a-boo
how much longer do I have to bare
this pain that keeps me here
is there anyone out there, who cares
or am I left to the depths of despair
Oh Ireland i have seen your beauty
I have seen your hatred too
I have heard the songs of rebellion
The war of words,the words of death.
You remember Pearce,Connolly and Mcbride
You forget the children who have died
Died because of your ignorance
Died,because of you,the people
Who stand and watch,then turn away
When will you learn that no-one wins
In the game of war and hate
But everybody loses
For you, is it too late ??
Form:
sweet friend, feeling beyond devastated
your bruised heart weak and beaten
your body your worst foe
how I would love to take away your pain -
fight... can't let this swindle you
of your spirit life too
what I would give to replenish your soul
with soothing serenity
and see you smile once more
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on July 12, 2018 for contest KIMO THERAPY sponsored by CAROL CONNELL - RANKED 3RD