Hope Social Poems

These Hope Social poems are examples of Social poems about Hope. These are the best examples of Social Hope poems written by international poets.

Underneath the overpass as I was passing by,?
Something in the shadows, a shape had caught my eye.?
I couldn’t tell just what it was—intrusive thoughts owned

© Tracy McBride  

In a realm where kindness has vanished,
Where no light dares to appear,
The echoes of darkness reign,
Majestic and cruel in their sphere.

Sharp tongue, slice like a

© Rowena Velasco  

She kept walking—until emotions burst.
Weeping, she cried out in a public space,
Where no one cared enough to stop or see
The woman breaking at the corner

© Rowena Velasco  

They seek a label, something to define,
Then twists the truth and paints it all in shame.
It drags the soul beneath its harsh, cold flame,
And whispers

© Rowena Velasco  

I have known the hollow silence of empty hands,
once full of gold, now dust and fading strands.
I gave my heart in seasons bright and fair,
helping

© Rowena Velasco  

Now you stand at the threshold of shadowed trials—
a challenge cloaked in whispers of what may come.
Debts awaken, ancient scribes of your past,
etching secrets into

© Rowena Velasco  

Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.

I

© Rowena Velasco  

When Life became too heavy,
People grew harsher,
their words sharpened into wounds,
their silence burned like fire.

When I finally broke,
and Help knocked on my door,
the world turned

© Rowena Velasco  

There is no use saying sorry
I don't have the time to bend you
 over backwards and push this all inside.
So take all your broken pieces
Brush

© joseph randall  

Well it’s not a big issue to know
That I am an abstraction to you
Anyway to your world I can't go
And to tell you the truth,

© Gregory Colodub  

Separation Day:

From Ashes to Unity



Upon this day, the third day of May, hills recall their pain,  

When flames and fury swept across the land,

© Emmanuel Serto  

In this digital world of perpetual pleasure, 
Why must we purposely give each other pain, 
Instead of easing our pressures, 
We cause each other so

© S.C. Kinchen  

Brains and guts orbit the soul—
that polar star searing in the marrow of being.

I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons
Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of

© Daniel Henry Rodgers  

Once there stood a golden field,
Swaying crops, a farmer's yield.
Morning songs of birds took flight,
Beneath the sky so vast and bright.

The village paths, of dust

© Phinjiu Basumatary  

In a realm once pure, where stories were shared,
A new world arrived, yet no one was prepared.
Young hands that once worked with skill and grace
Now

© Phinjiu Basumatary