Hope Poems | Examples of Hope Poetry

Mauve sweetheart of mountains your petals pulse purple twilight and scatter small stars amongst scars, whilst wars rage on the world's dark stage and the stage disintegrates, becomes a mass grave, scissored by shadow and scythed by sorrow. Yet gravesites...Read the rest...

Somewhere in the land of "riches" Near the birthplace of God A young girl is in bondage Mothering at an early age. Taken from somewhere in Africa Near the birthplace of despair Lured by promises of a well-paying job A lucrative opportunity,...Read the rest...

Out of the crack, a life did rise, A fragile bloom beneath the skies. No gentle rain, no nurturing hand, Just broken stones, a barren land. But still, it fought, it clawed its way, Toward the...Read the rest...

For Tom Woody...er, Thomas Woodward. They say imitation is the purest form of flattery! <3 Thank you, Mary I heard a tale today about Mary Roger's Her story broke my heart and made me cry. Sometimes life's...Read the rest...

Heart Gentle, Eye Mindful On a quest of eternity’s profoundly puzzling silence… Passing uncounted glorious galaxies On a flight finding Discoveries in outer-space’s still expanding Possibilities — ...Read the rest...

Heavenly host, singing His praises, Love all around, gentling, sweetest grace, Raining soft kisses, Meant for hearts who embrace Him, Worship comes easy, flowing, Rich as the whispered prayers and alive, Like the Holy Spirit’s fire, burning, With a passion only found...Read the rest...

Search sea to sea and land to land But the girl for me is in my hand If only I could show her now How much I love her with a vow A sunset waits for us somewhere I...Read the rest...

Mist on the river, breathless, aching, Prayers and praises, A sense of gentle Kissing away the past… Fresh dew, glistening on the thoughts, Forever amazing, Drowning the night, Blessing the light… His still, small voice, like grace, Sensing my deepest hope, Erasing the...Read the rest...

Weedy Eschatology By Mark D. Stucky The aging street mourns its faded splendor. It remembers having red tulips and roses in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns in community yards lining its borders. But neighborhoods gradually decayed, and nobody’s planted flowers in years. The asphalt’s...Read the rest...

By faith and fate, we heal Heaven will mend the way we feel Sunrise will come, sky turns bright The horizons will all turn white Gray clouds will fall and feelings turn right Prowess will...Read the rest...

Enheduanna (circa 2285-2250 BCE), the daughter of the famous King Sargon the Great of Akkad, is the first ancient writer whose name remains known today. Temple Hymn 15 to the Gishbanda Temple of Ningishzida by Enheduanna loose translation/interpretation...Read the rest...

Legacy of Hope; My Dad My first memories are full of your dear face Kind brown eyes, edged with wrinkles, a mere trace I can't see a frown nor fretful scowl, only a gap toothed grin With a pompadour,...Read the rest...

To wonder To move freely To speak without Consequence Mountains in the deep Peace without speech Hope on the horizon To new beginnings ...Read the rest...

Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation. Once I...Read the rest...

Victory Evermore You feel you’re at the end of your rope. You’re walking on the ocean floor. Your eyes burn for the tears that fail to flow and there's no sound from your cries anymore. You...Read the rest...