Hope Poems
#hope
Poetry about hope and optimism. Take solace from uplifting hope poems, drawing on the personal experiences of authors and poets. Hope can prevail, even through darkness.
rubyredheart
Poem Published
Today 10:03pm
Today 10:03pm
2025 Prayer
On a chilly northern beach
A white shell
And a red rock
Share this prayer
One shimmering on a shrine
Before the frigid gentle waves
One tucked into a driftwood nest
Both blessed
by the proclamations of a child
born of innocent belief
That these “prayer rocks”
Might hold powers of relief
From our hurts and troubles
So I placed my offerings there
selected for beauty and uniqueness
with particular care
To these unknown beach-side gods
With my whispered requests
That 2025 might be OUR year
That we might...
A white shell
And a red rock
Share this prayer
One shimmering on a shrine
Before the frigid gentle waves
One tucked into a driftwood nest
Both blessed
by the proclamations of a child
born of innocent belief
That these “prayer rocks”
Might hold powers of relief
From our hurts and troubles
So I placed my offerings there
selected for beauty and uniqueness
with particular care
To these unknown beach-side gods
With my whispered requests
That 2025 might be OUR year
That we might...
#hope
#IMissYou
#love #NewYear
#love #NewYear
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oskar
Poem Published
Today 5:33pm
Today 5:33pm
touch the moon
Touch the moon
The poet said,
she had been inside me
Still, she left
Danced down the street
Was she smiling triumphantly
She gave her love
There was no more to say
The poet said,
she had been inside me
Still, she left
Danced down the street
Was she smiling triumphantly
She gave her love
There was no more to say
#admiration
#emotions
#hope
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Today 2:01am
Today 2:01am
INSIDE looking OUTSIDE
We will have challenges that will happen, in a moment notice that will affect, the very deepness of the heart and spiritual soul. Yet now we will be able to share our thoughts, and insight and spiritual SUBCONSCIOUSNESS of our soul. 🙏 For sure as we exchange thoughts on this subject of being alone, in peace and tranquility, with the very closeness. God's creation as our view looking at the visions of the beauty that God has created. 🙏 But yet we begin to appreciate what he has done 👍 for sure sitting here alone watching the rays, of the golden season sun over the...
#emotions
#gratitude
#hope
#kindness
#redemption
38 reads
2 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:25pm
Yesterday 4:25pm
Sinking Ships
My heart stopped for one-thousandth of a second
resuscitated by chimes of St Thomas Church,
peeling hope from eternal tides.
We became the rainfall
sluicing across bows of burly tankers
lost in the Atlantic dark.
We wrote our names in sand
holding still in our time,
before clocks crashed from harbour gallows.
Building ships, forever,
or so it seems,
when we should be diving for pearls.
resuscitated by chimes of St Thomas Church,
peeling hope from eternal tides.
We became the rainfall
sluicing across bows of burly tankers
lost in the Atlantic dark.
We wrote our names in sand
holding still in our time,
before clocks crashed from harbour gallows.
Building ships, forever,
or so it seems,
when we should be diving for pearls.
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
55 reads
8 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:00am
Yesterday 3:00am
It's in this space and time
When tears fall from up above what could happen in your, brain 🧠 that is your mind and heart ❤️ and spiritual subconsciousness of your own thoughts. 🧐 For I just don't want you to go through the process of the sounds, of the rain drops. 💧 I want you to think 🤔 about the last time, that in your own time. WHEN you shed tears from your own eyes due, to the very deepness of the truth of the hurt and spiritual pain. THAT you had and have to go through, 🤔 in your own personal life. 🙏 For sure your tears will be more than tears falling...
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
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Shon
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 10:27pm
29th Dec 2024 10:27pm
The Fairies in the Fog
Walking home last night.
A fog eliminated the view.
Replacing all colours with a grey hue.
Tabula rasa moment.
I'm in the zone.
My mind thoughts & words mingle.
In that place, jumbled yet unformed.
Words painting visual imagines.
Of eclectic hues and colours.
Sky and clouds became a canvas.
Primed in gray tones.
Silhouettes back lit by street lights.
The world desaturated.
Devoid of colour.
Gray on grey on gray. ...
A fog eliminated the view.
Replacing all colours with a grey hue.
Tabula rasa moment.
I'm in the zone.
My mind thoughts & words mingle.
In that place, jumbled yet unformed.
Words painting visual imagines.
Of eclectic hues and colours.
Sky and clouds became a canvas.
Primed in gray tones.
Silhouettes back lit by street lights.
The world desaturated.
Devoid of colour.
Gray on grey on gray. ...
#gratitude
#hope
#redemption
#SelfReflection
#fairies
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 2:21pm
29th Dec 2024 2:21pm
white horses
White horses
The beach was very long for miles, as far as
The eye could see, but now winter cold.
The farmer and I had gone there to load sand
Into a horse cart
The Nordic sky was magnificent, the sea was
clear and green, are small in this vastness
It was then I saw two white horses riding a crest
of the translucent sea came ashore, snorting and
Galloping yonder.
The farmer didn’t see it, busy, he was eating
The leg of a lamb his wife had given him for
The long journey
Years later, at an art exhibition, a painter had ...
The beach was very long for miles, as far as
The eye could see, but now winter cold.
The farmer and I had gone there to load sand
Into a horse cart
The Nordic sky was magnificent, the sea was
clear and green, are small in this vastness
It was then I saw two white horses riding a crest
of the translucent sea came ashore, snorting and
Galloping yonder.
The farmer didn’t see it, busy, he was eating
The leg of a lamb his wife had given him for
The long journey
Years later, at an art exhibition, a painter had ...
#admiration
#hope
#love #motivational
#love #motivational
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:00am
28th Dec 2024 8:00am
Reject
you’ve always loved me
kissed me long and hugged me
even when I thought I had nothing left
you never made me feel like a reject
these days I’m a defeatist
found strength in seclusion
let down
but I’m not feeling sorry for myself
quite the opposite
I see a world on fire
wish I could go back to innocence
I still have a piece of it
right by my side
years and it still amazes me
how you can still be so hopeful
it
would
be
a
cold
world
if
you
didn’t
keep
me
warm
kissed me long and hugged me
even when I thought I had nothing left
you never made me feel like a reject
these days I’m a defeatist
found strength in seclusion
let down
but I’m not feeling sorry for myself
quite the opposite
I see a world on fire
wish I could go back to innocence
I still have a piece of it
right by my side
years and it still amazes me
how you can still be so hopeful
it
would
be
a
cold
world
if
you
didn’t
keep
me
warm
#hope
#love
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3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 10:21pm
27th Dec 2024 10:21pm
written by Lady Fancy / Lori
I am not the sunrise
but I should be
I should be a cascade of wind
an unfinished scent
the geometry of words
starting a fresh poem
allowing the lines on my face
to tell it all
leak the shade of grief
I should be an ounce of pride
that spills
from an assumption
of sexual symbolism
headed the wrong way
down a one way street
I should be deep darkness
where old habits live
in ignorance
in awkward silence
beneath equations of unknown
I should be scarred wounds
trying to heal ...
but I should be
I should be a cascade of wind
an unfinished scent
the geometry of words
starting a fresh poem
allowing the lines on my face
to tell it all
leak the shade of grief
I should be an ounce of pride
that spills
from an assumption
of sexual symbolism
headed the wrong way
down a one way street
I should be deep darkness
where old habits live
in ignorance
in awkward silence
beneath equations of unknown
I should be scarred wounds
trying to heal ...
#faith
#hope
#love
102 reads
8 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 10:14pm
27th Dec 2024 10:14pm
Moment of clarity
I'm sitting here.
Writing this down.
Knowing my thoughts are fleeting.
This thought that's come to mind.
I'm feeling ok.
No cares in the world.
Cause I'm not missing you.
Thruth. Had a drink.
A toke & a snort.
Mellow as the fiddlers three.
Like a pirate walking the plank.
Who's mate's donated rum rations.
Danced a jig on the plank did he.
As along he jigged to the end.
I'm not walking the plank.
I'll be alive tomo. Mañana.
I've been happy for a brief moment.
A rest bite...
Writing this down.
Knowing my thoughts are fleeting.
This thought that's come to mind.
I'm feeling ok.
No cares in the world.
Cause I'm not missing you.
Thruth. Had a drink.
A toke & a snort.
Mellow as the fiddlers three.
Like a pirate walking the plank.
Who's mate's donated rum rations.
Danced a jig on the plank did he.
As along he jigged to the end.
I'm not walking the plank.
I'll be alive tomo. Mañana.
I've been happy for a brief moment.
A rest bite...
#grief
#hope
#LifeAsAWriter
#MovingOn
#sadness
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 3:26pm
27th Dec 2024 3:26pm
Then I Dream, You Dreamt About Me
viz dream
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
90 reads
4 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 9:02pm
26th Dec 2024 9:02pm
The Most Silent of Nights
If pain could be tuned into music
I would lay a guitar under her
children’s sleeping heads
and strum a symphony
that their Mother is not dead.
.
An undertaker digs her words
Into empty library shelves
and from my wine-stained lips
we share our last ever kiss,
before she is turned to ash.
***
The moon’s perfect vowel
washed in sleep at the morning’s edge,
nestles tenderly in our final chapter.
This seed of light
that grew here and gave being
in remote corners of the universe
to a...
I would lay a guitar under her
children’s sleeping heads
and strum a symphony
that their Mother is not dead.
.
An undertaker digs her words
Into empty library shelves
and from my wine-stained lips
we share our last ever kiss,
before she is turned to ash.
***
The moon’s perfect vowel
washed in sleep at the morning’s edge,
nestles tenderly in our final chapter.
This seed of light
that grew here and gave being
in remote corners of the universe
to a...
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
75 reads
4 Comments
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