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.
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
Today 9:18pm
Today 9:18pm
You are
A smile
A giggle
Great laugh
Like a tickle to my soul
You are
Amazing
You are
So precious
In the good
And the struggling days
You are
My smile
A giggle
Great laugh
Like a tickle to my soul
You are
Amazing
You are
So precious
In the good
And the struggling days
You are
My smile
#happiness
#strength
#hope
#inspirational
#respect
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russell_snow
Poem Published
Today 7:48pm
Today 7:48pm
This Kind of Rain
Broken never fades
Broken stays the same
No one knows a way
To fix so many damaged days
There's no cure for us
Like there's no cure for shame
There's no stopping this kind of rain
Thunder never cheats
Sudden hope fades and turns bleak
Bitterness stains the empty street
And laughter only burns the air we need
No cure for pain
No cure for pain
Not with this kind of rain
Just once I tried to see
If love could comfort me
So I floated out to sea
And there was nothing but grey
The sky was...
Broken stays the same
No one knows a way
To fix so many damaged days
There's no cure for us
Like there's no cure for shame
There's no stopping this kind of rain
Thunder never cheats
Sudden hope fades and turns bleak
Bitterness stains the empty street
And laughter only burns the air we need
No cure for pain
No cure for pain
Not with this kind of rain
Just once I tried to see
If love could comfort me
So I floated out to sea
And there was nothing but grey
The sky was...
#sadness
#hope
#relationships
#rain
#shame
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ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
Today 11:37am
Today 11:37am
In Your Stillness
Where do you end - as I begin -
beneath a tendril cupping chin,
amongst sheet rain upon my skin,
inside an idea, so paper-thin?
How long have I been accustomed to
the sight of you and your orange hue,
the froth of hair, white falling through,
the scent of ash, graft and apple brew?
Where do you end - the length of string
from your heart to my heart seems to sting,
edging tighter to make us sing
testing what once was a simple fling?
To love you knows no bound of time,
I am yours, in my prime,
your heart...
beneath a tendril cupping chin,
amongst sheet rain upon my skin,
inside an idea, so paper-thin?
How long have I been accustomed to
the sight of you and your orange hue,
the froth of hair, white falling through,
the scent of ash, graft and apple brew?
Where do you end - the length of string
from your heart to my heart seems to sting,
edging tighter to make us sing
testing what once was a simple fling?
To love you knows no bound of time,
I am yours, in my prime,
your heart...
#hope
#relationships
#spring
25 reads
6 Comments
RobinHood
Robin
Robin
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:49pm
Yesterday 1:49pm
Undying dreams
Uncertain,
I do what I can.
Try my best to understand.
May be my fate,
To know too late.
Undying dreams
hide in my heart,
burst inside...
blow wide apart.
If I just do,
What I must do.
What makes me... me.
Won't set me free.
Heavy shoulders hang low,
Falling further I go.
Say I'm saying too much,
Think my thoughts then tell me such.
Hard not to mind...
While life unwind.
Ain't all daisies and rainbows,
Carrying my sorrows.
Borrow ways I can...
To be a...
I do what I can.
Try my best to understand.
May be my fate,
To know too late.
Undying dreams
hide in my heart,
burst inside...
blow wide apart.
If I just do,
What I must do.
What makes me... me.
Won't set me free.
Heavy shoulders hang low,
Falling further I go.
Say I'm saying too much,
Think my thoughts then tell me such.
Hard not to mind...
While life unwind.
Ain't all daisies and rainbows,
Carrying my sorrows.
Borrow ways I can...
To be a...
#depression
#hope
#heartbroken
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
30 reads
4 Comments
DaniePhantom
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:29am
Yesterday 2:29am
Blurry Daydreaming
I was in a random office on a random day for a random thing
I stared at a door sticker that said happy.. surrounded by flowers and rainbows
I stared until it got blurry
I soon could tell that everyone else in the room read the look of worry but for what reason I don’t know
I was just imagining things
let me be
just let me go
Into a realm of a day dream where everyday it could snow
Snow dreams, money, and happiness but where I was, I would never know
Low on a meter but one day I would rise
I think I was rising now, I hope so
I want to...
I stared at a door sticker that said happy.. surrounded by flowers and rainbows
I stared until it got blurry
I soon could tell that everyone else in the room read the look of worry but for what reason I don’t know
I was just imagining things
let me be
just let me go
Into a realm of a day dream where everyday it could snow
Snow dreams, money, and happiness but where I was, I would never know
Low on a meter but one day I would rise
I think I was rising now, I hope so
I want to...
#hope
#dreams
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cabcool
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 7:14pm
21st Mar 2019 7:14pm
worlds apart - 2
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Matthew 5:3-12
the outcasts
of this world
we were
the poor
in spirit
waiting to inherit
the Kingdom
of Heaven
§
the grieving
whom no
one comforted
§
the meek
robbed of earthly
Inheritance
the hungry
whom no one
fed ...
http://mydo.cx/MTc0OGMw
Matthew 5:3-12
the outcasts
of this world
we were
the poor
in spirit
waiting to inherit
the Kingdom
of Heaven
§
the grieving
whom no
one comforted
§
the meek
robbed of earthly
Inheritance
the hungry
whom no one
fed ...
#grief
#loneliness
#hope
#faith
#poverty
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2 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 11:04am
21st Mar 2019 11:04am
Daniel 9.27 - What Is It Talking About
Some people are thinking/talking about 2021 as the year of the Rapture/TRIB(start of).
They take 1948 (return of Israel) then you add 80 years (Psalms 90.10)= 2028. Then subtract 7 = 2021.
But that WHOLE IDEA of 7 years for the TRIB is BOGUS !!
Why do i say that?? I did a video on the length of TRIB = 5 months(Revelation 9.5,10).
But i need to do more such.
For now let me just say Dan 9.27 is NOT about endtime!!
It follows 9.26 about slaying of Messiah. So, logically, the curses of Deuteronomy 28 should follow in Dan 9.27.
For on one level that execution...
They take 1948 (return of Israel) then you add 80 years (Psalms 90.10)= 2028. Then subtract 7 = 2021.
But that WHOLE IDEA of 7 years for the TRIB is BOGUS !!
Why do i say that?? I did a video on the length of TRIB = 5 months(Revelation 9.5,10).
But i need to do more such.
For now let me just say Dan 9.27 is NOT about endtime!!
It follows 9.26 about slaying of Messiah. So, logically, the curses of Deuteronomy 28 should follow in Dan 9.27.
For on one level that execution...
#hope
#redemption
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Michael_Goodridge
M_Goodridge
M_Goodridge
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 10:32am
21st Mar 2019 10:32am
The lord is my shepherd I shall not want
ה 'הרועים שלי לא אחסר
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of love, all i've known is evil
walking side by side among demons and angels
Smoke this weed on a higher plane than heaven
No feelings intoxicated
No love left in me to give you
driven insane by you to death white roses
bleed as buck needs blood in exchange for these riches
sacrifice palms together pray fool
The lord's prayer can't save...
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of love, all i've known is evil
walking side by side among demons and angels
Smoke this weed on a higher plane than heaven
No feelings intoxicated
No love left in me to give you
driven insane by you to death white roses
bleed as buck needs blood in exchange for these riches
sacrifice palms together pray fool
The lord's prayer can't save...
#love
#hope
#rejection
#disappointment
#emptiness
34 reads
2 Comments
Lagertha
Legertha
Legertha
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 8:36am
21st Mar 2019 8:36am
LETTING GO
I can still feel your laugh
Picking me up when I am down
I can still feel your desire
When I am alone with my thoughts
I can still feel your warmth
When the ice gathers inside
I can still feel your pull
When I can't feel my soul
I can still feel the dream
When you and I meet in our sleep
I can still feel your grasp
When I disappeared from your reach
Picking me up when I am down
I can still feel your desire
When I am alone with my thoughts
I can still feel your warmth
When the ice gathers inside
I can still feel your pull
When I can't feel my soul
I can still feel the dream
When you and I meet in our sleep
I can still feel your grasp
When I disappeared from your reach
#hope
#forgiveness
#TimeHeals
29 reads
4 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 4:38am
21st Mar 2019 4:38am
Infatuation
I am enchanted by her
as the stars are by the moon,
she is a burning flame
that leaps within me,
consuming me
with each moment,
capturing my imagination
and soul
with silent joy,
she has become my life
that courses
through my veins
and my reason to exist
with each thought of her
she has become my very breath.
as the stars are by the moon,
she is a burning flame
that leaps within me,
consuming me
with each moment,
capturing my imagination
and soul
with silent joy,
she has become my life
that courses
through my veins
and my reason to exist
with each thought of her
she has become my very breath.
#happiness
#love
#hope
#inspirational
#admiration
41 reads
4 Comments
Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
20th Mar 2019 11:10pm
20th Mar 2019 11:10pm
Full Plate
Somedays,
there's just too much on my plate.
A heart that loves,
inked up with symbols of hate.
Memories,
that can't be washed from skin.
Constant reminder,
of the life I lived in sin.
To walk around free,
and still be locked in a cell.
It's so easy to see
this is a new kind of hell.
Never given a chance,
always too hard to trust.
Forever labeled a con,
til I return to the dust.
Well that is no longer me.
Don't care what you think you see.
If you can't see who I really am. ...
there's just too much on my plate.
A heart that loves,
inked up with symbols of hate.
Memories,
that can't be washed from skin.
Constant reminder,
of the life I lived in sin.
To walk around free,
and still be locked in a cell.
It's so easy to see
this is a new kind of hell.
Never given a chance,
always too hard to trust.
Forever labeled a con,
til I return to the dust.
Well that is no longer me.
Don't care what you think you see.
If you can't see who I really am. ...
#strength
#hope
#peace #gratitude
#peace #gratitude
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Mayumi
Poem Published
20th Mar 2019 2:49pm
20th Mar 2019 2:49pm
The Awakening
My mind restlessly wander
To the plethora of dreams
That never cease to come
Bespeaking like the winds
Gently alluring my thoughts
The words... My being
I was lost in the obscurity
Of the bitter sweet reality
And the incendiary flames
of our memories together
Traverse my being like a torch of fire
Illuminating, consuming and conquering
As emptiness slithers quietly
unto my core
Allow me to write the things
embedded in my soul
A release Ive been longing to forge
A sweet escape in this...
To the plethora of dreams
That never cease to come
Bespeaking like the winds
Gently alluring my thoughts
The words... My being
I was lost in the obscurity
Of the bitter sweet reality
And the incendiary flames
of our memories together
Traverse my being like a torch of fire
Illuminating, consuming and conquering
As emptiness slithers quietly
unto my core
Allow me to write the things
embedded in my soul
A release Ive been longing to forge
A sweet escape in this...
#love
#strength
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
29 reads
2 Comments
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