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Poems about Hope
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So, I wanted to tell you that I wrote you a song / Though Im not quite sure how the words go / I figured I could start with some cheesy stuff about your eyes / But man… those eyes / Hypnoootic! / / so anyway… / / I wanted to tell you tha
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The sun has gone down again. / I no longer see the light so bright, / but, faintly, I see the sign the sun left behind; / the trees reachin
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Sleep now, child / Today's adventures / wore this little warrior down / / Barney's song / goes through his mind / The boy's as happy as
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Ceiling so high / Walls so wide apart / Treading along this path / with a gasping heart / / Led by Trust / I follow through / dim-lit hall
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In a sky of baby blue / Lingers that one dark cloud / Souring that sweetness
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Beggars can’t be choosers, / Unless they’re&nb
by kookoocachoo
271 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 31 11:29 PM. In Contemporary, Hope, Life, Love, Lyrics, Rant, Rhyme, Society, Spiritual, Thoughts
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Your soul inspired mine to flee / The confines of society / To leap with joy in literary gift / Permitting my growing soul to drift / Within the realms of fact and fiction / To speak with love and true conviction / Of days to come and days of
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The shadows are rising all around me / Invading my mind, thick and fast / No escaping the messages they bring me / All my memories from the past / / How can I cope when I’m lost in my memories? / They’re stealing away my peace of mind / Sle
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You told me to decorate this cookie / Based upon how I feel / With Reese’s peanut butter cups / And candy corn, and frosting, and sprinkles / And chocolate chips / / A fun project, indeed / Not to mention tasty / / I’m watching as you
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Shadows glide over glassy surfaces / Moving in their mindless trance. / A white dust covers entirety / Hiding the pain of this world. / Scars lie beneath this endless white / Winter did well to hide this sight / Blind are the innocents to this
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I have been running / / I ran again, as the wind whipped around the tips of my ears and the rain battered against my flesh / I ran and ran and I ran for up and down the river. It was dark, cold, miserable, the thunder clapped overhead and the ligh
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When I was a child, my home was not rich.
My clothes second hand and several with stitch.
My mothers poor mind was soon to unhitch,
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Could I hang on with only my strength? / Perched above miles and miles of crashing memories? / Surely, I couldn’t, / So instead, I’ll grab
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Prepare for a piece that will take you there...
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I look outside to see that, / Its raining on a tree / I climb outside / And look around / While rain is pouring on me / / I love the rain
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/ The years no doubt, my friend, have changed me less / Than those moments with you which nurtured my mind; / And so right now I feel I must confess / To unformulated thoughts now refined, / Distinguished and concentrated on you. / / You f
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When today is slipping away from you, what do you do?
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What happened to you, my darling? / That I didn't see / To replace your laughter / With bitter tears / And pull you away from me / I saw
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My entirety, / Hidden within this life's mask, / Never fully seen, / Until the day my soul flies, / Then will I truly exist.
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Is it God, / Or Buddha, / Or Mohammed, / Or Muhammed, / Or Jesus, / Or Baal, / Or Yahweh, / Or Gaia, / Or Being, / Or Whatever, / Does it m
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September was a somber month, / It lingered in the past. / Still hung the constant memory, / like a haunting ever last. / We braved the try
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Saying good bye, / to old habits past. / It's time to grow, / It's time to change. / / When that time comes, / Each person knows. / It's d
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My complacency tears away my progress. / Layer by layer I see it all, / Falling and disappearing from existence. / / Sine-like my life wo
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Glory fills my soul, / God's mercy and forgiveness, / The flame for my coal. / / As if floating up, / High upon the ethereal palm, / I fee
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Torn between two loves, / yearnig for both equally. / Both give me such pleasure. / Neither judge me, / ignore me, / insult me. / One sooth
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Where did the words go / that fell from my mind / in the long ago yesterdays? / Where words would flow / from the deep wells I find / wisdom in the haze / / How has the day slipped by / that was in my embrac
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Life is such an illusionary thing. / I often wonder about the things I dream. / Are they deep hidden secrets, / or things I have seen? / Wi
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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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/ 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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