Short No Hope Poems
Short No Hope Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about No Hope by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about No Hope by length and keyword.
Can't rope
No hope
Can't think
Love's pink
Cowpoke
Is broke
New boots
Pressed suits
Sunrise
She sighs
3/21/2017
now am frim
and i'am stren
at that time
iwas out my mine
had no hope
fill with that doke
thats a fact
there was a
MONKEY ON MY BACK
Joy is blown by wind far away,
No hope brings month February rather.
But shall come warming heart Loving Day
Just upon first two weeks baker's dozen.
A storm is brewing
out here at sea
The lighthouse should be shining
a way for me
All is dark
and all is dead
There is no hope
for no light is shed
Those times I had found my way
When there was no hope for me.
“All lost in between the shade and the water.” I will say
When I cast my pearls into the sea
Once I tell you what it means,
the cell walls isolate
Other meanings locked inside
—no hope of an escape
(Inspired By Bob Dylan’s Comments To Dick Cavett)
When no chance and that's well known,
Do not let hope.. do not let..
Avoiding sharps by fading slow
Do not give any shade of hope,
When there is no hope left..
They told me hope's an entity
So I went after that vanity
That I lost my sanity
Fraught became my specialty
Now I lack originality
And every sense of humanity
When you’re eat up with stupid,
Duct tape can’t keep you muted.
It won’t fix senseless quips,
But it will muffle your lips.
So, there’s no hope for the dim-witted.
They wait for us in the dark,
lurking in the light of the moon.
We tremble when we're cornered,
no hope to escape any time soon.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Yesterday
Miracle Man
1/10/2025
Passed days
are like a river.
Destined to become
“water under the bridge”
Holding no hope
of return.
Shunned by silence,
no hope at all,
There are no messages--
no texts; no calls.
What saddens most,
in this quiet end,
is I only really ever
wanted to call him Friend.
A man got sick, needed specialists' aid,
All organs were treated, no hope did they fade,
But alas, in the end,
The man met his end,
Happily ever after, his organs stayed.
The way I live.
The way I stay.
No hope of reasoning.
No plan to ever end.
Baffling all my senses.
Breaking all the rules.
That's the way my life is going.
I am so confused.
The sky,
Soggy with
no cloud or breeze,
Capture
no hope
or bliss to live;
The sights,
Haunted but
held the fear to leave,
Smeared
with darkness,
no one could dream.
I'm done. Again.
But this time it's true,
release the life raft,
there's no hope of rescue.
Though I see the flares shot
to beckon me home,
nowt seems more becoming
than sailing alone.
The final hours for them,
Five people in a submarine,
Waiting for death,
Can you imagine ?
No hope in their mind,
Dying is a lesson
anyone can learn.
They teach us that lesson.
Black or white
Day's vision or night
Naked to be seen as the spoken nature
They give no hope for the future
Greenish went upside down
They wait for the day dawn
To feed their spoken.
Form:
I'm done. Again.
But this time it's true,
release the life raft,
there's no hope of rescue.
Though I see the flares shot
to beckon me home,
nowt seems more becoming
than sailing alone.
My hope is running away from me.
I can never make it come back.
As my sweet hope runs away,
I think and realize,
it completed life.
I am lost now.
No wishing.
No hope.
Gone.
Feeling lost
No hope in sight
Look up
To the glory of the mighty heaven
Give your weary soul to our father
He will set you free
Through him you will be reborn
Look up
Dare to breathe
I feel closer to my death day with each breathe I take...
I'm dying slowly with no one to tell
Or care, I'm lost in hell's paradise
With no hope of coming out
I draw myself back to life
Listening to voices,
living in my head, they
lambaste my troubled mind,
leaving me no peace. I
laugh, cry, scream for them to
let me go! There's no hope.
Life spins out of control.
3/16/17
Dreams
Hope
Love
Nothing
I have no dreams
No hope
No love
I have nothing
I have no past
I have no future
All I have is this constant pain that will someday kill me
Someday starts today.
Hope lies not in man
Not in the hopes of things accomplished
Not even in family and friends
No, hope lies in Jesus Christ
The Savior of this world
For Brian Strand's "Five Lines Down" Contest