Hope Is...
uniqueshaky
Forum Posts: 196
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 24th Jan 2012Forum Posts: 196
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem on hope, can be a positive or negative message, in 50 words or less.
1. Only two entries per person.
2. Old or new writes allowed.
3. No Collabs.
4. You have two weeks.
Enjoy :).
2. Old or new writes allowed.
3. No Collabs.
4. You have two weeks.
Enjoy :).
diddi
StephenPaul Summerscales
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StephenPaul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
42
Joined 18th Dec 2009Forum Posts: 1704
I Dream Awake
When I walk
I sleep
I recall your voice
I try to keep
its talk
so sweet
I just can't wait
to meet
the apple maid
in the valley
of an offbeat
to stray
down your one way
street
come what may
we can stand elite
there is no pay
its all for free
I'm awake
in our dream to be
I'm your cake
your the cream
of me
the world may quake
but you'll not shake me
others can take their
fakery
theres a sky of rouge
in eternity
love light pools
on a solar kissed tree
a sunset prism
rains its colourful glee
magical dust covers
you and me
so place some trust
in our possibility .
When I walk
I sleep
I recall your voice
I try to keep
its talk
so sweet
I just can't wait
to meet
the apple maid
in the valley
of an offbeat
to stray
down your one way
street
come what may
we can stand elite
there is no pay
its all for free
I'm awake
in our dream to be
I'm your cake
your the cream
of me
the world may quake
but you'll not shake me
others can take their
fakery
theres a sky of rouge
in eternity
love light pools
on a solar kissed tree
a sunset prism
rains its colourful glee
magical dust covers
you and me
so place some trust
in our possibility .
uniqueshaky
Forum Posts: 196
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 24th Jan 2012Forum Posts: 196
Thanks for the entry, but it needs to be 50 words or less.
BleedingInferno219
Kristyn Ashley.
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Kristyn Ashley.
Fire of Insight
12
Joined 3rd Apr 2011Forum Posts: 717
I’d say hope is rather comical,
it never did much for me.
One fleeting ray of light,
in a world filled with greed.
People hand it out falsely,
like food stamps and trends.
I encourage you not to try it,
it gets crushed in the end.
But... I’m a hypocrite.
it never did much for me.
One fleeting ray of light,
in a world filled with greed.
People hand it out falsely,
like food stamps and trends.
I encourage you not to try it,
it gets crushed in the end.
But... I’m a hypocrite.
Redcrystal
Joined 21st Dec 2011
Forum Posts: 28
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 28
Hope:
A little ray of sunshine
In a world full of dark
It may not burn too brightly
But it only takes a spark
To ignite my willful being
And to get me through the pain
Hope is my umbrella
When I’m dancing in the rain
A little ray of sunshine
In a world full of dark
It may not burn too brightly
But it only takes a spark
To ignite my willful being
And to get me through the pain
Hope is my umbrella
When I’m dancing in the rain
Page_Writer
Mad Girl
Forum Posts: 183
Mad Girl
Thought Provoker
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Joined 25th Nov 2011Forum Posts: 183
Hope (A Closed Up Wound) (Day 68)
I remember when I did this one.
It was like I was in a trance.
My lover asleep on my bed.
And I don't know why I did it...
Maybe because I wanted to bleed.
Maybe because I wanted his attention.
Maybe because I just wanted the pain.
I do not know the reason why...
The razor was on the other side of the room.
And I remember sitting on my mother's bed,
and the slice-- It must've woke my from my trance.
Because when I looked down and so the split open wound,
blood filling it up and sliding down my arm.
I started to cry because it was the scariest time I had ever cut.
It was scary because it was so large, and it bled so much.
I didn't know if it would stop.
My love awoke to my cries.
And I remember that I told him that I didn't remembering hurting myself.
When I did remember perfectly well.
I lied to him.
But then told the truth, and when he asked why I did it?
I told him I didn't know.
I felt like a freak.
Like I needed to be put away.
Like I needed to be drugged up on medication.
Or put in a nuthouse.
That's what I needed, that's what I thought.
But now I look down at my pale arms and I see no more new scars.
And that one cut has closed up.
It has healed, but left behind a scar as a reminder.
That I will never forget the past.
Which is the way I like it.
I like my scars.
The one from my freshman year that first landed me in the ER.
The ones following my grandfather dying.
The heart on my leg, and the words on my thighs.
The scars on my arms.
The superficial, the slightly deeper one.
The ones that had me scared to death.
Though right now I am very glad that I am not dead.
I was falling apart.
Made of cuts, wounds, and scars all over my body.
But still I feel it eveytime he holds me,
caresses my body making me feel beautiful.
It helps me get up and smile at the girl in the mirror.
And even when I feel I'm falling apart again,
like I'm ready to give up.
I do not raise another blade to flesh.
Because now I have hope.
He gave me that hope.
And I have made myself believe,
I can get better.
Because no matter what maybe be left inside of the Pandora's box.
There is indeed hope in the world.
Because I'm still alive.
That's all that hope that I need.
I remember when I did this one.
It was like I was in a trance.
My lover asleep on my bed.
And I don't know why I did it...
Maybe because I wanted to bleed.
Maybe because I wanted his attention.
Maybe because I just wanted the pain.
I do not know the reason why...
The razor was on the other side of the room.
And I remember sitting on my mother's bed,
and the slice-- It must've woke my from my trance.
Because when I looked down and so the split open wound,
blood filling it up and sliding down my arm.
I started to cry because it was the scariest time I had ever cut.
It was scary because it was so large, and it bled so much.
I didn't know if it would stop.
My love awoke to my cries.
And I remember that I told him that I didn't remembering hurting myself.
When I did remember perfectly well.
I lied to him.
But then told the truth, and when he asked why I did it?
I told him I didn't know.
I felt like a freak.
Like I needed to be put away.
Like I needed to be drugged up on medication.
Or put in a nuthouse.
That's what I needed, that's what I thought.
But now I look down at my pale arms and I see no more new scars.
And that one cut has closed up.
It has healed, but left behind a scar as a reminder.
That I will never forget the past.
Which is the way I like it.
I like my scars.
The one from my freshman year that first landed me in the ER.
The ones following my grandfather dying.
The heart on my leg, and the words on my thighs.
The scars on my arms.
The superficial, the slightly deeper one.
The ones that had me scared to death.
Though right now I am very glad that I am not dead.
I was falling apart.
Made of cuts, wounds, and scars all over my body.
But still I feel it eveytime he holds me,
caresses my body making me feel beautiful.
It helps me get up and smile at the girl in the mirror.
And even when I feel I'm falling apart again,
like I'm ready to give up.
I do not raise another blade to flesh.
Because now I have hope.
He gave me that hope.
And I have made myself believe,
I can get better.
Because no matter what maybe be left inside of the Pandora's box.
There is indeed hope in the world.
Because I'm still alive.
That's all that hope that I need.
goodest
Forum Posts: 3007
Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 22nd Aug 2011Forum Posts: 3007
my greatest hope
is for the world to cope
without the use of dope
or hanging other races by the rope
because thats a negative slope
causing so many to mope
so elavate with mental soap
and watch your thoughts as they elope
is for the world to cope
without the use of dope
or hanging other races by the rope
because thats a negative slope
causing so many to mope
so elavate with mental soap
and watch your thoughts as they elope
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]Hope is a dream I once had
about a can of diet coke just beyond my reach.
I lay on my side and extended an arm,
but the sugarless goodness remained in the can.
about a can of diet coke just beyond my reach.
I lay on my side and extended an arm,
but the sugarless goodness remained in the can.
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
126
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 17013
Hope
Hope is an endless prayer
silent in my heart
though resonating within
this ever-active mind
Hope for love
Hope for peace
Hope for health
they are like prayer beads
in my mind's thread mill.
Hope is an endless prayer
silent in my heart
though resonating within
this ever-active mind
Hope for love
Hope for peace
Hope for health
they are like prayer beads
in my mind's thread mill.
wanderer
Faceless
Forum Posts: 171
Faceless
Thought Provoker
4
Joined 1st Mar 2012 Forum Posts: 171
Hope is...
...A delusion,
In this new world order.
It is a bait,
Those with devils use.
They know man is quick to hope,
He shuts his eyes,
And turns away from a painful truth,
To listen to the sweet songs of hope,
Till she transforms him into a beast.
...A delusion,
In this new world order.
It is a bait,
Those with devils use.
They know man is quick to hope,
He shuts his eyes,
And turns away from a painful truth,
To listen to the sweet songs of hope,
Till she transforms him into a beast.
IMAGO
Viwe Lugongolo
Forum Posts: 251
Viwe Lugongolo
Thought Provoker
1
Joined 24th Nov 2010 Forum Posts: 251
let me die
I breathe blood
my remains are hope
in the mortal ruins
I lie
let me die
I breathe blood
my remains are hope
in the mortal ruins
I lie
let me die
uniqueshaky
Forum Posts: 196
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 24th Jan 2012Forum Posts: 196
Just a quick reminder about the rules: it HAS to be 50 words or less. Any entries that are more than 50 words will not be counted.
Imagining
Glynis
Forum Posts: 270
Glynis
Fire of Insight
8
Joined 10th Feb 2012 Forum Posts: 270
The reflection she sees
is youthful in appearance
sharpen with her minds eye
but she is hopeful that the winkles
around her eyes and mouth are hidden
with the thick makeup she applies.
She’s hopeful he doesn’t notice
Hopeful he doesn’t see
That she’s his mother's age indeed.
is youthful in appearance
sharpen with her minds eye
but she is hopeful that the winkles
around her eyes and mouth are hidden
with the thick makeup she applies.
She’s hopeful he doesn’t notice
Hopeful he doesn’t see
That she’s his mother's age indeed.
Imagining
Glynis
Forum Posts: 270
Glynis
Fire of Insight
8
Joined 10th Feb 2012 Forum Posts: 270
Its elusive
like water flowing through
your hand or grasping at air,
you can’t identify it or isolate it
you can’t comprehend it
or define it but you
continually try to pursue it
to contain it but
HOPE is a mysterious creature forever
wild
like water flowing through
your hand or grasping at air,
you can’t identify it or isolate it
you can’t comprehend it
or define it but you
continually try to pursue it
to contain it but
HOPE is a mysterious creature forever
wild
Anonymous
Hope: a four letter word at best
until adding the ‘s’
then you’ve multiplied the times
despair creeps into the mind
to be beaten like a dead horse
which you can’t do, of course
but now it’s over, put it to bed
tuck it in and tack on the –ed!
until adding the ‘s’
then you’ve multiplied the times
despair creeps into the mind
to be beaten like a dead horse
which you can’t do, of course
but now it’s over, put it to bed
tuck it in and tack on the –ed!