#uplifting poems on Hello Poetry

Lidia Oct 2

When shadows linger and everything's gone,
Every memory feels like a thorn;
And the world has fully forgotten your name,
Stolen is the spark, lost is the flame;

When the tender petals drift down,
And all hopes begin to drown;
In a dulcet tone sings the hourglass,
"Time slips and these moments pass."

Then, in silence, dances a glorious night
Where soaring dreams unfold in starlight
And the Flickering soul promises to survive
Every storm keeping the fire alive.

#inspiring #motivating #promise #uplifting #hope

PoetryForTheSoul94 Sep 30

Queens

She came to me with heavy eyes,
a story of love turned into lies.
A boy had broken what she had built,
left her standing in shadows of guilt.

But queens do not crumble,
they rise from the ground—
I took her hand,
and I fixed her crown.

I told her: *“You are fire,
you are gold,
you are the story
yet to be told.

No boy can dim
the light you bear,
your worth is endless,
beyond compare.”

So lift your head,
let sorrow fall—
you were never small,
you were always tall.

And when the world
tries to drag you down,
remember—queens
adjust each other’s crowns.

#empowering #uplifting #happy

Hebert Logerie Sep 3

Tried And Cried

You tried, tried
And you cried
You never gave up
You found hope
As a last resort
Because you fought
Until the last drop of blood
Until the last shade of mud.

You are my angel, my hero
You refused to fall and to go
You cried, cried
And tried, tried
To succeed against all odds
You were strong and you wore pads
You tried, tried
And you cried.

Heroes cry too
And Angels cry too
You are a model to me
I respect your bravery
You are my inspiration
And my endearing passion
You tried and cried

And I too tried and cried.

Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

#uplifting #courage #trials #tries #cries #love #endurance #resilience #struggle

uniicornlover333 Aug 19

Peak

Oh silly me, where do i start?
I need to start at a certain part.
I think i know,
So now lets begin.
As I walk freely,
The wind tingling my skin,
I begin to feel cold,
And the lights in my eyes dim low.
I stop against a tree, and i slide down,
Nice and slow.
I place my hands beside me, the grass tickling my skin
Then the rain trickling begins
“Why in this moment?” I ask, my mind starts to race.
I try to breathe slowly, trying to pace,
But now i can’t quite,
stay wide awake.
The wind turns cold,
My skin starts to quake,
I might just freeze at this rate.
I slowly snake down, letting my full body rest,
Now on this damp ground, I breathe in and out with my chest
As my pace of breathe softens,
And so does my heart.
Tears trickle down my cheek,
Now here, I feel like i'm at my peak.

I'm a new poet! please help me out. I take feedback! Thank you for reading.

#somber #sad #uplifting #cold

Jenna Aug 4

The Old Pine Boughs

The old pine boughs,
Sway, fold, bend,
The sky’s wind tipping them low,
The tips downturned,
In the waving breeze,
But each bough holds,
Against the formidable winds.

When they fold,
The wind tells them to dance,
To sing against the voice of the breeze,
To sway like a flag,
Red white blue,
The colors of an evening sky.

While the boughs refuse to break,
They are just as a prow,
The swerving, pointed-tip of a handsome ship,
Muttering softly against the ocean,
As it carves its way,
Through the deep ocean’s blue-clear-greens.
The pine sits with its old aerial roots,
Its deep nut-brown chest swollen with pride,
Dark green needles catch some air and fly,
Still connected to the old boughs.

The old boughs watch over,
Through the night-morning-noon-evening-night,
Every storm and frost.

The old pine boughs are as great as a grain of sand,
Alone in the deep blue seas,
For no one appreciates that one old pine,
Its boughs each a prow,
For the wind and the rain.

Made a while ago when I was in middle school. Not the best, but whatever

#tree #pine #green #color #uplifting #imagery

silvervi Jul 19

Song: Let's do this

Let's do this
Let's do this
Let's find our way all through this

Let's do this, let's do this, yeah yeah.

Let's do this! This is a self-encouraging song from June. Motivate yourself again and again :)

#spontaneoussinging #singing #song #selfmotivation #uplifting #encouraging #subconscious

Shree Pandey Jul 7

Leaving was my WIN

I walked the halls with heavy eyes,
Hiding a heart that used to rise.
Trusted the ones with demonic eyes.
I chased the laughter that wasn’t mine,
Wasted gold in fools’ designs.

They called themselves the "coolest crew,"
But more like they were, the fools
I sat at tables built on lies,
Shrinking small to fit their size.
They played me bad , they did me *****,
And I wish I left early.

I was a spark, a silent flame
Trapped in games that brought me shame.
Could've scored, but played it tame
Forgot that I had my own name,
Forgot that I had to make it once again.

Back then, I wore the blame with ease,
Got Punished and rarely praised, brought to my knees.
Cried and hurt ,
Died and in shredded in dust
Scolded loud while they stood still,
Falling grades, a fading will.

But As soon as I left the crew
I truly grew
the day they left, the sky turned bright,
The gold returned, my wings took flight.
I studied hard, I found my pace,
I saw the sun, I won the race.
Got a new table to sit on with people who brought out the best.

Certificates in shaking hands,
Claps filled the rooms I walked in.
Black belt was put on my waist,
5 medals dangling on my chest.
The teachers saw ,they praised.
I stood on stages and made my stand.
No second thoughts, no shrinking fear
I finally felt I truly belonged here.

But listen—you who still have breath
To carve your path, to leave them and turn into the best.
Don't blame yourself for not a win, change the environment in which you practice in.
You have potential, don't let them take it
Don't let them degrade it .
Change your circles before they change you to core.

Don’t trade your shine for shallow price
Choose the friends who hold you tight
Not those who dim your inner light.
You're not gonna die a lone wolf,
You'll have your pack and definitely the best one .

You are enough, without their toxic bond.
Your worth is not determined by their pocket's size.
If they can afford they will ,if not they're just poor and out of will.
And if you feel you’re all alone
You’re not.
Just trust me you'll be fine
I made it. I came home.
And you'll too arrive.

#poem #poetry #highschool #sad #uplifting #won

eliana Jun 21

Never Stop Being You

Never stop caring about the little things in life.
Never stop dreaming, and don't give into strife.
Never stop wondering are we on our own.
Never stop thinking has your spirituality grown.

Never stop building bridges that lead to better tomorrows.
Never stop trying, and don't give into sorrow.
Never stop feeling amazed at the beauty that surrounds you.
Never stop hearing the music, and don't give into the blues.

Never stop pushing away negative thoughts that make you feel sad.
Never stop looking at all the miracles we have had.
Never stop loving the ones you hold dear.
Never stop giving, and don't give into the fear.

Never stop smiling, but look forward to each new day.
Never stop shining in your own special way.
Never forget that all storms will clear.
Remember brighter tomorrows are always near.

keep moving forward.

#life #inspirational #uplifting #tough #yournotalone

Tamara Walker Jun 12

Nottoway's Ashes

People I know
Sing under trees
They follow the aroma
Of sweet honey bees
Gathering on graves
Forgotten black figures
With painful hums and hymns
Haunting sinful flowers
Creating sweet nectar
For tea sipping *******
Plantations engulfed in guilt
Wood and rope up in flames
Smelling of whiskey and ***
From the 1850's to 2020's
Still upright remains
The sentiments they built
Till present children dance's
Internet post gaining fame
For some to laugh at
Others show to shame
New historic beginnings
On the flame licked horizon
Feeding knowledge
Soils deep under feet
Promising seedlings growing
Encouraging brown and black faces
For a Garden's uprising
At last a brighter
Future song to sing

#history #storytelling #uplifting #black #people #africanamerican #burning #haunting #sins #singing

Steve Souza Jun 12

Thankfully, I Am Nothing

like the things
that you said

(A short poem/mantra of self-love and hope for all on hellopoetry that are going through difficult times. You matter!)

#uplifting #love #selflove #hope #iam