#hopeful poems on Hello Poetry

McKinley Flynt 1d

On the moons repose
I stare at the flow
I study it intently
To **** out the plea
Of harrowing thoughts
Amid studious lofts
And drunken nights
Amid friendly fights
But I'm alone now
But to hell with it.

I'll wipe the blood off my brow
I'll skip down the aisle
Everything feels endowed
Without any nail file

I'm beautiful,
like everyone else.

#selfesteem #sad #hopeful

Riannon without the H 1d

doubt (pt. 2)

but hope too has a powerful current,
strong enough to move me towards things
I believed I was too weak for.

hope resects the doubt from my body,
and makes the lack of air in my lungs bearable,
until I reach the shore.

and hope, reminds me that there is more.
more to see,
more to experience,
more wonder than dread.

so I’ll do my best to surrender the doubt,
and adopt the hope instead.

The conclusion to a poem I posted a few days ago... stay hopeful :)

#teenpoetry #teenpoet #doubt #hope #hopeful #perspective

Riannon without the H 6d

Not My Last

People tell me to live like every day is my last.

But that’s not what life is for.
Life is for believing. Believing that you will have tomorrow.
Believing that tomorrow isn’t just a prospect, but an imminence.

I can picture every horrible scenario, every improbable tragedy:
Car crash, heart attack, kidnapping—
But if I’m always wondering if I’ll meet my death tomorrow,
I’m not living at all.

Life is slow and arduous and not everyday is extraordinary.
Most days are forgotten.

But the ones that aren’t…
the days that you’ll think about when you’re really dying,
they only have value because they’re numbered.

And even though we spend our lives reflecting on
and recording those sensational memories,
I’m grateful for every useless day and hour and minute I had.

Because I love living like every day is not my last.

Some thoughts on life that I initially wrote for a story, but altered into poem form.

#teenpoetry #hopeful #life #joy #enjoythemundane

Emirhan Nakaş Jul 1

Maybe This Time

Rotting in bed for three days now.
I was thinking about all the whys and hows,
trying to find an answer.
Maybe if I get up and complete a couple of tasks,
I can beat my temper,
which I always had at the end of the day,
when I realized I missed out on this day too, when I pray.

But today,
I looked deep into my iris in the mirror,
and told myself
today is the day that will differ.
only if I start and be consistent,
everything would be clearer.

Perhaps even by the end of the year,
I can make her proud, my mother.
This time I'll try to stay stuck,
hoping that eventually I'll get my luck.

God will hear the sound of my heart
and provide a bit more strength for my worn out arms.
Over time,
I will reassume to pray at night
from deep inside my lungs,
an opportunity for me to regain the control of my years which was anything but young,

And in the future I know I'll be glad i tried that day when the alarm has rung.
I'll throw every piece of darkness holding me back to the bin.
And as Liza Minnelli has sung,
Maybe this time
Maybe this time I'll win.

#hopeful #future #anxiety #productive #adhd #procrastinate #lazy #laziness #sloth #jazz

Emirhan Nakaş Jun 28

3 A.M. again...

It's 3 A.M. again...
The night's silence feels like a scream.
I found myself analyzing, once again.
Stress makes my skin itching
Till I let it bleed, bursting.

Disappointments from unsuccessful attempts calling,
Waking my buried feelings, making them digging
My wall that i long tried to built strong

I can feel the sun's plans to rise along
After that, perhaps i'll hear some chirping from birds' songs
And maybe then, these feelings will be gone.

I'll let myself fall into dreams-
A chance to run away from real things-
Until I find myself thinking:
It’s 3 A.M. again...

Every mistake I’ve made feels as heavy as they made by 100 men
And maybe when the clock hits 6,
I can finally sleep by then.

#loneliness #love #relationships #mistakes #questioning #hopeful #pesimist #lyric #dark #night

Iha May 6

A glass once said,

Broken crayons still color,
She'd say, "I'd be ****** if I forget,
And let the water wash my spark away."

Jumped where the tides barely speak,
She'd say, "I'd be ****** if I left,
And deaf to the calling waves I keep."

Heavier heartbeats marked the tide,
She'd say, "I'd be ****** if it didn't,
And erase the memories I couldn't hide."

Stones in her thoughts sank the soul,
She'd say, "I'd be ****** if that's true,
And sinking in the shallow end? That ain't what I do."

Dragged into the darker tide,
She'd say, "I'd be ******, but this hurts,
And I'll drown happily with my heart, embracing the burn."

Broken crayons still color,
She'd say, "I'd be ****** but it's true,
I ain't wax, mama!
I'm shattered glass, betrayed, in my break."

laughing and crying at the same time is very efficient :)

#betrayal #sadness #crayons #regrets #poetry #raw #crying #hopeful #healing

NostalgicFeeling May 27

Refuse to choke

If words won't come, just write them down,
Don't bury them deep inside,
Don't swallow your thoughts whole,
Let them spill like coffee beans,
When the bitter taste burns your tongue,
And your throat feels like a cage.

Catch the rock stuck in your throat,
Like tangled yarn caught tight,
Pull it out from within,
Word by word, thread by thread.

Let it flow,
Refuse to choke.

24/5/25
It started as a note for my sister...it ended up as this

#speak #talk #write #love #be #loud #happy #hopeful #hope #time

Reece May 7

Shorter Poem #18 "The Girl Who Danced In The Rain"

There was a girl who danced in the rain.
No one understood her or cared for her pain.
She danced out in the puddles all alone.
No sun in sight, for it had set long ago.
She used the thunder booms to dampen her screams,
As she pondered through the pitter-patter, what everything means.
Sometimes the others would spray her with a hose,
Knocking her glasses off her nose.
They’d shatter,
Masked by the pitter-patter,
They’d laugh at her,
Since it didn’t matter to them.
She was going through a storm with winds like a hurricane.
All that the others saw was a girl going insane.
All that she wanted was someone to listen to her cries,
But all that anybody did when they looked her way was sigh.
She danced throughout the night,
The lightning lit up the sky.
She would have danced till the end of time,
If he hadn’t stepped into her life.
He took her hand,
Stopped her from spinning around.
The rain fades away from where they stand,
And she finally feels found.
The girl who danced in the rain,
Found a partner for her ballet.

Sometimes it's okay to dance in the rain. If the conditions were perfect, I might find it soothing

#short #lonely #sad #dance #rain #puddle #connection #hopeful #girl #somber

Peter Wyatt May 5

Sadness Fades in Your Arms

I've sprung through
valleys coated in waste,
wandering through
a wilderness of no end.

Here I am, once more,
being a babe in your arms,
letting cries become
smaller than whispers.
I've carried more
than I can keep.

To you, surrounding me
in your consoling light,
I've received springtime's
splash of evergreen
against the fog.

Will you keep inviting me
back to what I now
will call home?

Can you keep letting me
fall asleep, with ashes
to form out of tears?

You are so much more
than I can ever be,
lighting what went out
inside the shadows
of another life,
in tiring discord.

You are of everything
I've been hoping for,
after I've been kissing
just a dream to return me
to a mere glimmer
of raw infinity.

#love #poetry #hopeful #poems #hope #life #beauty

Elizabeth Kelly May 1

I Am Alive

Today was a sad song day
And I am alive.

I read a poem about love and tomatoes
that moved me to tears

And it’s raining now,
storming.

And I am alive.

Were I a different kind of mother,
the kind from movies,
I would wake you up so we could run outside and dance flailingly in the front yard as the neighbors peer through their slatted blinds, shaking their heads.

The storm has already slowed, though.
It always ends eventually.

The rain will bring tomatoes
and soften the grass between your tiny toes.

And I am alive.

How perfectly my aliveness fits my every me,
how much room there is in here.
If fill my aliveness to the very top, somehow it is never full,
there is always space for another swirling galaxy,
another thunderstorm
another sad song.

Tomorrow there will be tomatoes
and soft grass and tiny toes.

Today was a sad song day.
And I am alive.

Elliot Smith Figure Eight, Beck Sea Change

#alive #hopeful #motherhood #storm #sad #song #music #love #tomatoes