Long Poems About Hope
#hope
Long poems about hope. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
FiNd OuR WaY
*instrumental solo Acoustic**
It must be your eyes, pulling me in
It feels so surreal, like I'm caught again
And I won't deny, I've crossed the line
But it’s not the place, it's not the time
for peace of mind, for peace of mind
Everything’s so loud, then fades away
Now you're close, but you won’t stay
I don’t want this, remember that
I’ll hold the scars, where you left that
I don't want this , remember that
Remember that
Remember that
Don’t let the light fade out
Crimson tides, they crash and shout ...
It must be your eyes, pulling me in
It feels so surreal, like I'm caught again
And I won't deny, I've crossed the line
But it’s not the place, it's not the time
for peace of mind, for peace of mind
Everything’s so loud, then fades away
Now you're close, but you won’t stay
I don’t want this, remember that
I’ll hold the scars, where you left that
I don't want this , remember that
Remember that
Remember that
Don’t let the light fade out
Crimson tides, they crash and shout ...
#hope
#hurt
#love
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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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Musical Dimension
To me,music can be used to travel.
To lands far away.
Mysteries,unravel.
And we play it as begin to travel.
We travel to a magical land.
A gate covered by magic.
Where you say the magic words.
And escape anything tragic with a tap.
A click,or a snap.
If you just sing the magic words.
You'll travel new worlds.
And unravel the mysteries of life.
Listen,headphones on and thrive.
As you watch the glowing moon at night.
Maybe you'll go to a concern tonight.
And music,magic will take flight. ...
To lands far away.
Mysteries,unravel.
And we play it as begin to travel.
We travel to a magical land.
A gate covered by magic.
Where you say the magic words.
And escape anything tragic with a tap.
A click,or a snap.
If you just sing the magic words.
You'll travel new worlds.
And unravel the mysteries of life.
Listen,headphones on and thrive.
As you watch the glowing moon at night.
Maybe you'll go to a concern tonight.
And music,magic will take flight. ...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
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Rest Softly, Lori
In the rain of your eyes,
Ocean spray bursts up towards heaven
falling back with tears as leaves of a tree.
Love flew out of your mouth in hieroglyphics
like an invitation to a sky wedding
writ on the wrists of kites.
Dawn ghosted,
as a ship’s prow through windows
tangled in curtain rigging
in the way silence enters an empty room
sunrise gallows hang
heavy in your absence.
Tightrope of lips
taut between our secret space
and pavement cracks where rain survives.
Hands prayed...
Ocean spray bursts up towards heaven
falling back with tears as leaves of a tree.
Love flew out of your mouth in hieroglyphics
like an invitation to a sky wedding
writ on the wrists of kites.
Dawn ghosted,
as a ship’s prow through windows
tangled in curtain rigging
in the way silence enters an empty room
sunrise gallows hang
heavy in your absence.
Tightrope of lips
taut between our secret space
and pavement cracks where rain survives.
Hands prayed...
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
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When Flowers Bloom
When it's spring it's a surprise.
The glowing stars in the skies.
The flowers all begin to bloom.
And you give them to a wedded bride and groom.
The colors,you can arrange.
And maybe get a chance.
Of a colorful,new romance.
Roses represent grace.
And put a smile on your face.
They come in so many varieties and ways.
Daisies,white petals.
In the cold,midnight rain.
When flowers bloom,you feel no pain.
All the colors on the field.
And the pollen that they shield.
It's like a game of...
The glowing stars in the skies.
The flowers all begin to bloom.
And you give them to a wedded bride and groom.
The colors,you can arrange.
And maybe get a chance.
Of a colorful,new romance.
Roses represent grace.
And put a smile on your face.
They come in so many varieties and ways.
Daisies,white petals.
In the cold,midnight rain.
When flowers bloom,you feel no pain.
All the colors on the field.
And the pollen that they shield.
It's like a game of...
#happiness
#hope
#nature #uplifting
#nature #uplifting
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Christmas
There's a time of year we all await.
When everything is as white as a ceramic plate.
When there are snowflakes on the ground.
And under the tree, a present is found.
When everybody sings carols.
And everyone is nice.
When everyone says his name.
Once,twice,thrice.
When they sing,cheerful mice.
And everyone gets a chance.
Under the mistletoe,a happy new romance.
When December arrives.
And everyone thrives.
This fairytale,once upon a December.
In December,not November.
When everything is in...
When everything is as white as a ceramic plate.
When there are snowflakes on the ground.
And under the tree, a present is found.
When everybody sings carols.
And everyone is nice.
When everyone says his name.
Once,twice,thrice.
When they sing,cheerful mice.
And everyone gets a chance.
Under the mistletoe,a happy new romance.
When December arrives.
And everyone thrives.
This fairytale,once upon a December.
In December,not November.
When everything is in...
#Christmas
#happiness
#holiday
#hope
#uplifting
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I May Be That Girl
I may be that disabled girl who's so sick she cannot work a normal job, but she's the artist that will save so many lives. She's the artist who knows that her art will heal herself in a way a normal job can't.
I may be that girl who was rarely ever chosen, rarely ever picked, but I know now that I will let love find me. I need many years alone. But I'm a caring individual who won't beg for love; I will things happen the way they're supposed to.
I may be that girl who thinks she'll off herself if things get too hard, but I'm going to try anyway and do this artist thing....
I may be that girl who was rarely ever chosen, rarely ever picked, but I know now that I will let love find me. I need many years alone. But I'm a caring individual who won't beg for love; I will things happen the way they're supposed to.
I may be that girl who thinks she'll off herself if things get too hard, but I'm going to try anyway and do this artist thing....
#hope
#redemption
#TimeHeals
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Once Upon A December
I still remember Once Upon A December.
A month or time I used to remember.
When he held me nice and tight.
Safe,protective and warm.
Lacking of any harm.
When I danced on the dance floor.
In my stunning gown.
When I tried to remember what happened upon.
My memory,like I pressed a button and erased a ton.
A presence,invisible today.
Held me safe and warm.
And my memory began to roam.
Was this a ballroom dance.
Or was this a forgotten,forbidden romance?
And a song someone sings.
...
A month or time I used to remember.
When he held me nice and tight.
Safe,protective and warm.
Lacking of any harm.
When I danced on the dance floor.
In my stunning gown.
When I tried to remember what happened upon.
My memory,like I pressed a button and erased a ton.
A presence,invisible today.
Held me safe and warm.
And my memory began to roam.
Was this a ballroom dance.
Or was this a forgotten,forbidden romance?
And a song someone sings.
...
#dreams
#hope
#love #ShortStory
#love #ShortStory
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Decisions Need To Be Made
There's a tumor on her spleen, nodules in her lungs, and an even bigger mass than the one they removed two years ago along with her ovaries now pressing on her lower organs and prohibiting proper functions of her bladder and bowel. She called me yesterday asking me to intercede for her and talk to her Dr.
You gotta understand, my mom is such a control freak, nobody takes charge over her life, especially decisions over her health.
Yet here I was, the one who was always incompetent and stupid, now making executive decisions over her care.
It's all so...
You gotta understand, my mom is such a control freak, nobody takes charge over her life, especially decisions over her health.
Yet here I was, the one who was always incompetent and stupid, now making executive decisions over her care.
It's all so...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
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The Ball
There was a dream one night.
Beyond a fairytale far away.
I was at fancy,Victorian ball.
Dancing the night away.
I was in a blue gown.
As me and a figure sway.
In the very middle.
As people gossiped far away.
I had a big ,blue gown like Cinderella.
He had a fancy suit.
We locked eyes the whole time.
It was so sweet.
Like eating a tasty fruit.
He swayed and twirled me around.
As we kept locking eyes.
The music played.
Everyone,couples dancing before our eyes.
It was like I went...
Beyond a fairytale far away.
I was at fancy,Victorian ball.
Dancing the night away.
I was in a blue gown.
As me and a figure sway.
In the very middle.
As people gossiped far away.
I had a big ,blue gown like Cinderella.
He had a fancy suit.
We locked eyes the whole time.
It was so sweet.
Like eating a tasty fruit.
He swayed and twirled me around.
As we kept locking eyes.
The music played.
Everyone,couples dancing before our eyes.
It was like I went...
#dreams
#FallingInLove
#hope
#love
#sleep
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Lets pause the news and talk about the good shit for a moment.
because stepping out
of the shower with a
warm towel is good
receiving fresh bread
soft and warm out
of the oven is good,
those early morning
walks watching the
sun slowly rise up to
another day is good
and arriving home in
time for your favourite
TV show after a day
of hard grind is good,
a stranger helping you
pick up your belongings
off the floor is good
and can I get a hell yeah
for that pay day showing ...
of the shower with a
warm towel is good
receiving fresh bread
soft and warm out
of the oven is good,
those early morning
walks watching the
sun slowly rise up to
another day is good
and arriving home in
time for your favourite
TV show after a day
of hard grind is good,
a stranger helping you
pick up your belongings
off the floor is good
and can I get a hell yeah
for that pay day showing ...
#happiness
#hope
#humankind
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Ceilings
It's a rainy night.
We were in your house,drinking hot chocolate.
We enjoyed our time.
As time moved faster.
The ceilings,walls were covered in plaster.
And it feels too good to be true.
And when it's over,you drove me home.
And it kinda comes out as I got up to go.
You kissed me in your car.
And my heartbeat went far.
And it all felt like the end of a movie.
Of a movie I have seen before.
That I longed to be true.
That I wanted to live in.
A movie I wanted to last forever.
Where we will...
We were in your house,drinking hot chocolate.
We enjoyed our time.
As time moved faster.
The ceilings,walls were covered in plaster.
And it feels too good to be true.
And when it's over,you drove me home.
And it kinda comes out as I got up to go.
You kissed me in your car.
And my heartbeat went far.
And it all felt like the end of a movie.
Of a movie I have seen before.
That I longed to be true.
That I wanted to live in.
A movie I wanted to last forever.
Where we will...
#dreams
#hope
#loneliness #love
#loneliness #love
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