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.
brokentitanium
Poem Published
Today 1:25am
Today 1:25am
Behind the Eyes
See me lift the corner of the veil
Allowing for penetrating vision
Hungering for your gentle hands to caress my vulnerabilities
And also to be trusted with yours
It’s the deepest desire of my heart
To be awake to all that we are and can be
The kaleidoscope of all our colours
Connecting as one
I ache to present myself to you – holding nothing back
To see you gazing on my naked truths
With eyes unflinching
To be wholly known yet fully loved
As only a god can do
Knowing you will fail and break my heart
Still...
Allowing for penetrating vision
Hungering for your gentle hands to caress my vulnerabilities
And also to be trusted with yours
It’s the deepest desire of my heart
To be awake to all that we are and can be
The kaleidoscope of all our colours
Connecting as one
I ache to present myself to you – holding nothing back
To see you gazing on my naked truths
With eyes unflinching
To be wholly known yet fully loved
As only a god can do
Knowing you will fail and break my heart
Still...
#love
#hope
#shame #despair
#shame #despair
17 reads
2 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
Today 00:10am
Today 00:10am
Tomorrow
Oh I'm so giddy today I finally got it done
Breathing fresh air cause I needed some
Utilizing the strength i put in mundane things
Cant lose my focus while I'm flourishing
Even some old friends from the old wolf pack
I cant fuckin wait it'll be like way back
With Red n me like it used to be egging each other on
Till we beat each other to get an answer to our problems
And forget Tit hes a little ass bitch
Shoulda never joined the army n shit
But whatever he'll be shrooming it out
Telling us relax when we start to shout ...
Breathing fresh air cause I needed some
Utilizing the strength i put in mundane things
Cant lose my focus while I'm flourishing
Even some old friends from the old wolf pack
I cant fuckin wait it'll be like way back
With Red n me like it used to be egging each other on
Till we beat each other to get an answer to our problems
And forget Tit hes a little ass bitch
Shoulda never joined the army n shit
But whatever he'll be shrooming it out
Telling us relax when we start to shout ...
#happiness
#love
#hope
29 reads
7 Comments
Tallen
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:47pm
Yesterday 6:47pm
Gifted
Your presence in my days
has grown to be my present;
I desire to uncover a way
to discover how to
fellowship more with You.
Now and then
my spills sound like
syncopation or void
when I’m around You.
I might become verbose
or stutter beyond
comprehension.
Try not to be morose
as it’s just my nerves
and anticipation
due to Your presence.
I want to be Your Friend
caring, listening and kind
trying to understand
fears and pain You try
to leave behind.
Your presence in my...
has grown to be my present;
I desire to uncover a way
to discover how to
fellowship more with You.
Now and then
my spills sound like
syncopation or void
when I’m around You.
I might become verbose
or stutter beyond
comprehension.
Try not to be morose
as it’s just my nerves
and anticipation
due to Your presence.
I want to be Your Friend
caring, listening and kind
trying to understand
fears and pain You try
to leave behind.
Your presence in my...
#happiness
#anxiety
#hope
#friendship
#support
47 reads
7 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
The rebel in me
I hold wildflowers
In my pockets
Just to remind
Myself about
The girl inside me
I am
Full of soul
Kindness and empathy but
Above all
...respect
I am constantly revealing
The rebel in me
Hidden inside
A beautiful woman
In my pockets
Just to remind
Myself about
The girl inside me
I am
Full of soul
Kindness and empathy but
Above all
...respect
I am constantly revealing
The rebel in me
Hidden inside
A beautiful woman
#happiness
#kindness
#hope
#admiration
#respect
57 reads
17 Comments
joeborg
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:18am
Yesterday 8:18am
until june
Seems like going down the tunnel
All stacked up right down this funnel,
Cold and ice for days on end,
While the wind some trees will bend,
Will we ever see the sun
Or will wait till June begun,
Will we ever shed our coats
with our mufflers to our throats,
I want now some ear protection
Cover organs with affection,
And maybe to wake up the dormer
I will use a willy warmer.
All stacked up right down this funnel,
Cold and ice for days on end,
While the wind some trees will bend,
Will we ever see the sun
Or will wait till June begun,
Will we ever shed our coats
with our mufflers to our throats,
I want now some ear protection
Cover organs with affection,
And maybe to wake up the dormer
I will use a willy warmer.
#hope
#courage
#inspirational #winter
#inspirational #winter
10 reads
0 Comments
RahRah
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 10:19pm
20th Jan 2019 10:19pm
The Haven
Come with me?” I whisper
The words caress you as they brush past your ear
Lie next to me in this idyll
Where we can be free
In mind and in body
For the short time we are here
Together.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
I want to enfold you in my arms and never let you go
I could lie here for hours if you were to stay
Running fingers along the contours of your chest
With every stroke of your skin
I try to convince you
To escape
Just us two
“Come with me” I whisper.
The words caress you as they brush past your ear
Lie next to me in this idyll
Where we can be free
In mind and in body
For the short time we are here
Together.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
I want to enfold you in my arms and never let you go
I could lie here for hours if you were to stay
Running fingers along the contours of your chest
With every stroke of your skin
I try to convince you
To escape
Just us two
“Come with me” I whisper.
#love
#hope
#freedom #escape
#freedom #escape
32 reads
1 Comment
adamtherapy69
adam templar
adam templar
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 9:02pm
20th Jan 2019 9:02pm
kill the flame
KILL THE FLAME
We are wired
to seek pleasure
first
Created to make
earth our heaven
But that old devil
with guilt and hell
does all he can
to taint our souls
and darken our days
Love was supposed
to be beautiful
not sold
to the highest bidder
Creation was here
to bless man
not to be raped
for the almighty dollar
We have become
a scratch on the...
We are wired
to seek pleasure
first
Created to make
earth our heaven
But that old devil
with guilt and hell
does all he can
to taint our souls
and darken our days
Love was supposed
to be beautiful
not sold
to the highest bidder
Creation was here
to bless man
not to be raped
for the almighty dollar
We have become
a scratch on the...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#despair
25 reads
8 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 8:35pm
20th Jan 2019 8:35pm
A little less lonely
You came uninvited
But you knew
I needed your
Words today
Dancing with a few words
Gliding in and out
Passionate subjects
And the snow
I had somewhere to go
But couldn't leave you
Not yet
You needed me so
Thank you
For allowing me to
Appreciate you
And for making me a little less lonely
But you knew
I needed your
Words today
Dancing with a few words
Gliding in and out
Passionate subjects
And the snow
I had somewhere to go
But couldn't leave you
Not yet
You needed me so
Thank you
For allowing me to
Appreciate you
And for making me a little less lonely
#kindness
#hope
#inspirational
#respect
#meditation
78 reads
19 Comments
theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 8:03pm
20th Jan 2019 8:03pm
Fasted Winds
The wind
brings forth fasted emotion;
Orchard trees dance slow,
speaking in voices
of lulling sway;
Hawks glide
gracefully in its inner moving forces;
Palm trees whisper chants of might
in stark brevity,
As wingless insects hang for dear life
in sheer levity;
Blades of grass, short,
shake as they glimmer,
O how the wind comes and goes
as one's desires simmer;
Its own unique ebb and flow,
no important place to go;
Timid clouds nudged gently out of their doze,
so as to flow in the wind's convincing...
brings forth fasted emotion;
Orchard trees dance slow,
speaking in voices
of lulling sway;
Hawks glide
gracefully in its inner moving forces;
Palm trees whisper chants of might
in stark brevity,
As wingless insects hang for dear life
in sheer levity;
Blades of grass, short,
shake as they glimmer,
O how the wind comes and goes
as one's desires simmer;
Its own unique ebb and flow,
no important place to go;
Timid clouds nudged gently out of their doze,
so as to flow in the wind's convincing...
#hope
#trees
#sea
#moon
#wind
59 reads
2 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 11:20am
20th Jan 2019 11:20am
Embrace the light
Our souls
Searching through
Beautiful scattered
Shiny stars
Find me
And I'll find you
For once,
Look past the clouds
Embracing the light...
Searching through
Beautiful scattered
Shiny stars
Find me
And I'll find you
For once,
Look past the clouds
Embracing the light...
#strength
#hope
#inspirational
71 reads
18 Comments
Kexby
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 8:29am
20th Jan 2019 8:29am
Fading print
Thoughts an ages-while ago
on yellow paper,
contemporary in their time
have lost their sense.
Right in their time, less meaning now
We've had time to think.
Time has healed, it always will
we should have waited,
not wasted years on idle thoughts
but torn the pages, shred by shred.
Had they been carved in stone
not scribble on cheap paper
the labour in the carving
would have been better spent,
than the hasty pen.
on yellow paper,
contemporary in their time
have lost their sense.
Right in their time, less meaning now
We've had time to think.
Time has healed, it always will
we should have waited,
not wasted years on idle thoughts
but torn the pages, shred by shred.
Had they been carved in stone
not scribble on cheap paper
the labour in the carving
would have been better spent,
than the hasty pen.
#hope
21 reads
6 Comments
Kexby
Poem Published
19th Jan 2019 10:01pm
19th Jan 2019 10:01pm
A Meeting
This poem is a postscript to the poem 'Felix' which I wrote many years ago. Felix was a tramp.
Corrugated walls and rusting nails
doorless, windowless cold and chill
as any Christmas Day in December.
Was he a woods man tending
the smoulder of charcoal beneath
a lid of sods, a manger for his
being many years ago?
Felix-of-the-street,
pram and tyreless wheels,
following since childhood days.
A herring-bone-coat fraying
with sun and rain and snow. ...
Corrugated walls and rusting nails
doorless, windowless cold and chill
as any Christmas Day in December.
Was he a woods man tending
the smoulder of charcoal beneath
a lid of sods, a manger for his
being many years ago?
Felix-of-the-street,
pram and tyreless wheels,
following since childhood days.
A herring-bone-coat fraying
with sun and rain and snow. ...
#hope
21 reads
4 Comments
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