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Poems about Hope
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As the thunders and rains ride in from the sea / We are left to part from what could be / A home, a new life for young and old / Yet the drive to survive has again fallen to the mold / Nearly three years to the day, but not one has past / That w
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/ My smile was dim till you came along, / my heart no longer knew how to sing a song. / / You showed me love didn`t have to hurt, / no more would my heart be trampled in the dirt. / / You awoke a spirit that was hiding in fear, / it
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Flashing violently like some twisted horror show / Memories come and go only when I think. / I try to let people feel how I feel, let myself go / And all I want is to sink. / I am heartless without my friends, my real kin. / And without these pe
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/ Purpose of Love / This love asphyxiates / the deepest segment of my soul. / Constantly re-written, love has been re-identified, re-defined. / The capacity and ability to love will selflessly take its toll. / I suspect love to be
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/ The eyes of children look up to man; / to teach them; to guide them; / to make them understand. / The eyes of children; beautiful and untouched; / remind us of our innocence. / So, be kind to the eyes of children; / as they do not ju
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As the days / Grow longer / And go by. / I start worrying / Even more. / I worry more about / My mom. / I'm afraid to, / To go to school. / Leave my mom / Alone at the house. / I worry more / About things then / My parents think.
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In a blind world / / you would be multicolored / / / / In a deaf world / / Your music would play / / / / In a numb world / / You could tickle me pink / / / / And in my world / / I think of you ever
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In a blind world / you would be multicolored / In a deaf world / Your music would play / In a numb world / You could tickle me pink / And in my w
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Heartbeat pounding in my ears / Legs unwilling to move for me / Sweat dripping from places unknown before / Throat drying up from lack of h
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She is strong in the emotional sense
Determined more than the average
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The gastric gents in the old folk’s home / Cope with life to a tolerable degree / And the widows with sagging mouths of foam / Always looking out, but they never see / The end of the long and much winding road. / They’ve never been closer to it
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I wish I could / find happiness / and put it in a pill / that you could swallow / and feel pure joy / / Or better yet / take that hap
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I can only blame my own dam self / for being so lame and selfish / naïve was I at that time / noob was I for thinking you'll be mine / /
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I walked to the edge again / To find my footprints in the sand / To a place I had once been / A place I could barely stand / I reached for
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Take another chance, / i keep telling myself... / It can't hurt anymore than it did the last time, / when you poured your heart out to the girl you thought you knew. / But, it's all just another lie. / A contradicting statement made for my ow
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Summer’s ending too soon / And I don’t think I can deal / It feels like it’s still June / Like time’s been unreal / / There’s so much to m
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Like waves crashing into the shore, / with thunderous applaud, / I am humbled and lain bare, / spread thin amongst harsh terrain. / / You, / with your braids / swinging wildly in the wind, / dealing the chill of winter with a glare, / h
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all it took was difficulty to forget the past, / richness of present and diversity of future will never last, / the hope remains to unforgotten, / as mankind can never livewith truth as food which rotten, / don't think that you live in
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/ >I could count the years on her face, / But there was a life in her eyes, / Fulfilment and joy in her smile. / She wasn't afraid of the dark, / But was a light whereever she went. / She coul
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Will you be the one
I write poetry for?
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English professors want lyrical ballads.
Zines want bombastic bitching.
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This is Leanne's little world, / Where the roses grow, / The sun always shines, / And up the thatched roof climbs, / Ivy and wysteria. / But lets cut to the hysteria- / / Nothing here is as it seems, / There are thorns on every rose. /
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Camp starts Wednesday / And I’m getting psyched / I met campers yesterday / Something I really liked / They’re quite complicated / With many behaviors / I’ll often be frustrated / And need some saviors / They’re more energetic / Than the
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A young boy dreams of a better world to escape his pains...
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A man finds himself on his own again...
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To what we achieve / God might exist / Or possibly not
Maybe in our midst / Around us a lot / Perhaps imagination
Fine-tuned dream / A mi
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Feelings aren’t chosen
They just happen some day
So you can’t help loving me
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Sometimes in life you feel like things will never get better / But life isn’t about things getting better / It’s about making them better /
by oxymoron270
92 words, 1 comment,
on Jun 13 2:13 PM. In free verse, love, life, society, spiritual, hope, thoughts, perception, inspi
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