"hopefull" poems
It's hard to stay hopeful
Hopefull hope full
Hope
The adamant, stubborn desire for something better
Or something more
And being full of it can leave you
Full of ****
Who are you kidding?
What a joke it must be
To maintain hope when staring down shame
And dismay
But you have to remain hopeful
Get a fresh glass of the ambrosia
And fill up on hope
So much hope that your ****
is saturated in dreams
And turn that frown upside down
Hop in that boat of dreams
And sail into the sun
Sail into the future
Build a mast out of happy
And a sail out of positivity
And oars to be fashioned from the finest
Apple tree
And float on with the hot gail
Maybe you'll find that distant shore
Where hope grows on trees
And the smallest fruit fills your dreams
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
He's always been just this boy; watching the world, threw bright green hopefull eyes... He's always been just this boy; witnessing heartbreak and tragedy, threwout deceitful lies.... He's always been just this boy; struggling to make deep, meaningful human ties... He's always been just this boy; But one day he woke up and realized, He's always had what he needed. To sucessfully and happily, live and die....
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
3:15 AM
And I'm searching for meaning
I'm ******* searching for meaning
Drained exhausted
But I still got 'bout 3 more chapters to study
And I don't want to study
Cause I'm searching for meaning
It would be easier if this meant more for me
I secretly wish I didn't have these blessings
Cause I'm searching for meaning
I'm not convinced ..
How lame is that
I'm not convinced .
I hate that girl in the movie that keeps falling
The emotionally ****** up
Keeps ******** up
Wants attention
Wants help
dependant
She keeps falling
And I keep falling
I hope I'm not that character
want to be the badass that grew cold and strong
But it seems like I'm growing weak
The future is soo bleak
It's like I'm playing hide and seek with myself
I keep disappearing on myself
Like where did I go
I used to be so strong
So hopefull
My horoscope says im the most optimistic sign
They must be lyin'
Cause you know that feeling
When you just wanna stay sad
You don't want to get over it cause it's hurting you that bad
Now where's the optimisim in that ?
Feels like I'm a crumbling soul 0
I've grown so bitter and so old
I'm creating drama
That's what my mom says
My sign says I hate drama
Lol
They must've mistaken my birth date
Let's just hope tomorrow I find me again
Cause I'm starting to enjoy the pain
and I don't even seem to be good at writing poems anymore
Must be goin insane ..
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
You stop to start my dear heart.
Whispers of cannot be invade your ears.
The night is cool and sullen. Your crystal ball swirling.musical chairs. Winding stairs with no answers.
The ceiling mocks your hopefull stares
Your pillow caresses as passion fruit swirls like crimson clouds.
Mocks aloud.
Easy to be hard.hard to be easy.
Rusted splatter lingers echoing past injustice.with scars stretched taut.
Sullen is the night.
We ask the question.the answer stands akimbo. Glaring. Defiant to the senses.
Beginning's end ushers end's beginning.
Who is to blame?
The moth or the flame. Truth is farce. A tepid liar.
Rules are amourphous. Real or tristy.
So. We ask.again.again.
Who is to blame? Careless moth?
Mercilesss flame ? Who.is to blame.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
You will not get to know me that way. . . I am truely sorry, but I have no games to play- I am an open book without a single ounce of shame. And I will not be another lessoned learned. I cannot take back my yesterdays or press stop to rewind- I cannot give you tomorrow it's just a lie we all use to get off- it's like unconditional... ya, it's just mostly made up.
So please just keep away from me. Your hopefull eyes make my stomach turn and my ******* head ache. You're just the random blanket I pulled from a forgotten closet shelf- You keep me warm for an hour at best.
Don't get mad as I shrug you off me, watching as you hit the floor. Did you think I'd fold you up nicely, put you back as you were?
Aww, its ok, really, dry your eyes... but not on me- not this time. We have all been there; we have all been that sad girl. Everyone gets a turn didnt you know? unfortunetly this time it's yours.
Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
he seeks shelter from the rain
in the coffee shop
she offers him a cup of joe
she offers a moment to reflect
the hipsters and hangers about
fill her world with sight and sound
fill her senses with smiles and joy
but inside she know she needs something more
that this place is just an emblem
and cannot sustain a soul like her
she could have anything
she just need ask
but she cant find the words to describe
cant find an image to convey
her souls need
but its clear to him
its a ship sailing to distant spain
its a road leading out into a western desert
its a train rolling thru a dark stormy night to a northern town
its a footpath thru mist
its a man seeking shelter from the rain
he leaves with her smile
which she gave with a hopefull heart
now
wrestle with the shadows in his heart
but its her face that lingers
in the late hour
in this last time he will stand
the standards of the champions
the fighters for truth
the liars
and the ones too dark to do else but die
they gather in harsh light
and prepare to do battle and stand their ground
a prince of the beasts proud and fair
a champion to the ones who have no strength to call their own
the frame of time captures only the movement
but the fickle thought of who he is
prince of beasts proud and fair
champion of the clean linen uniform
regal bearer of the standard of a rising sun
reflected only in the young eyes
those cheering champions like him on from the side
but its only her smile that lingers for him
as his life flows spent onto the sand
she never did catch that train
never did escape that shop
never did grow beyond the borders
of the hipsters and hangers on
but least they loved her too
in their way
and that is some comfort
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
Nights move like a forgotten ghost unwanted by all.
A vision unseen to all but one.
Down damp streets he haunts the same path every night just befor the dawn.
The empty hearts gather to drown togther in the sea.
Togther feeling so very alone.
Can we cast shadows in the darkness project happiness in such gloom to return the same old haunts again and again.
A wheel rolling without question.
On into the emptyness of my night.
Waitting for a return that never will be.
Cursing the problem never understanding it was her and me.
As the dream turn to the drunk.
The painter paints no longer sunsets but
Nights and his thoughts of blue to gray.
Warmth in the darker corners gives a view to
the young and the still hopefull.
Tiping my half empty glass I wish them to never know pain.
Finding a home with other empty hearts caught.
In ***** sheets im haunted by the ghost of my
former self.
A puddle stepped in cast waves of reflected neon light.
As we play a roll unknown to all
At typewritter I sit.
Listening to To the bar and bottles clatter men and women's
laughter and soon forgotten fight.
Yerning to be free so is the emptyness of my night.
Dec 17, 2009
Dec 17, 2009 at 10:07 PM UTC
Walk along, behind or ahead of some
Many walks behind,many to come
Waiting for the rainbow paved road
That will lead to a *** of gold
Over the edge, across divides
To undiscovered countrysides
Trailblazing through highs and lows
Valleys of mist and shadows
Go where winds of change blow
hopefull of better tomorrow's
Friends made on this rainbow road
What I learn is my *** of gold.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
I stole two of your clothes and wore it everytime I miss you.
You owned me without you knowing.
I followed your fooststeps to your way home on a rocky road.
Your shadow was the closest thing to me.
And I was happy with that. I like it that way.
I like it when you sway your arms, as if it will reach me.
I waited for you to look back at the girl who have been with you all the time.
No words. Silent. Hopefull.
Prayful that one day when you wake up, I am all you need.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
When your chest is weighing you down,
shrinking you into fetal position,
then it's hard to miss being able to breath lighlty
because every inch of you are trying to resist
getting stuck on the ground
every inch of you are trying to fight those ghosts in your head
that the demanding och oppressing world around you summoned,
called upon,
without bothering telling how you would get rid of them
without even caring if you did
as long as they didn't have to carry it all by themselves
and how could you ever have kept track on yourself
when so many have pushed themselves upon you,
plunged into your heart, forcing them into your hopefull mind,
breaking down the childish, open mind that had survived so far
but not this.
Not this.
And the weight and darkness of everyone else
seeking shelter in your loving soul
took over
leaving no space for you
so how could your clear breath had survived?
How could anyones air not get polluted and trapped?
And how could you even miss the lightness of your breath
once you started to believe it was only a myth
because you hadn't felt it in so long,
you had just felt everyone else's writched breath
But through all this
you found that the ground wasn't quicksand
and yes, maybe your innocence never will fully recover
but you will find the ability to blindly believe again
to throw yourself out there, trusting the leap of yourself
trusting that everything will be solved
because hey,
against all odds,
you just made it through.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
I enjoyed watching our Tabby cat
Give the mouse hope turning to indifference.
Then pouncing to batter and play with the hopefull rodent.
Over and over until the end.
That was fun watcing that play out
Not Tom and Jerry by far.
A window to the feline nature.
Gave me a base respect for the
Canine in me.
Still head over heels over
***** though....call me crazy.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
Who know what waits for us
Beyond this world we know to well
A world familiar sights and faces
That we will never see again
Who knows what is at the other end
Of our leap into the dark
Who knows what awaits
In the unfamiliar
In the unknown
Nightmares perhaps
Creatures crawling from the sketchiest corners of our sleep
Or maybe,
Hopefully,
A light of some kind
Who know?
I wonder
Falling to the tune of the unknown
Laughing as I'm ****** into to what seems to be my doom
The end of my world
And the birth of the next
Hopefull, the next will be a great one
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Feeling a little lost
Don’t know what direction to take
Should be striding forward
Without a care in the world
But the mayhem of life
Is sticking to my shoes
And only tiny steps I can take.
Feeling a little lost
Don’t know where this road taking me
So many forks in this road of mine
Decisions to many, should go with the flow
But life is what you make it
Kicking the mud off my shoes
Strides are what I will take
Feeling lost but a little hopeful....
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
From inside I may be crying,
But outside I will always be smiling,
No one notices,
But it's hard for me to controll
My physical wounds would heal
But my heart will never.
The night is yet to be over,
But my emotions are beaten,
And my brain has become more valuable,
It's.in general
Then comes the teaes, and i think how to change?,
As i cry for rage,
You say you understand,
And lend me a helping hand.
That may be true,
But first stand in my shoe.
You.will take a scoop of nothing but shame.
Strong and then weak,
Happy and then sad,
Sometimes feeling hopefull,
And always dreadinh the bad
I stand scared and uncertain,
And ask myself "where am I?"
It's dark in here
Don't know what to do.
Thoughts stomp in my mind,
Let me get out of here,
I try and try and try.
But the light goes further and further apart.
Every day, Every hour and Every momment
I live in shame
But then i close my eyes
See someone whose most important in my life,
And think "Life is full of problems,
I need to fight it to make it big"
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
I don't really know why I just can't get over him.
he's been with me through thick and thin and I still call him my best friend
The way he jokes and makes me laugh.
I love to see him smile.I wish he would just hold me.
If only a little while.
We've had our ups and downs and yet he's still around.
I know he has to for our son,but it just seems like he's not done.
It could be just hopefull thinkin, but someday...Well have to see,
If that boy I fell in love with will take another chance with me.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
We sell dreams at a cheap cost to the young, and the hopefull.
Handing them out, but allowing very few to actually achieve, and once you reach the real world, or the guerilla warfare plagued hallways of your local high-school...the dreamers suddenly turn into the outcasts.
The "foolish few", so to speak, but before you ever scoff at someone with a dream...think back to a time not long ago, when you were young, starry eyed, and ready to take on whatever this strange world threw at you, now ask yourself this...what happened?
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
Whenever I can't write it feels like the bucket is sitting at the bottom of the well dredging for sludge..I pull the rope taught and up she comes with a hopefull thuddding sound.knowing full well I will harvest the dregs..Down she goes again.
Muddy thud.
Jules Verne shoots me to the moon as a sit silently in the desolate belly of spherical crater listening for truth or dare....but. just dead air .
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
I want to feel the summer time breeze as it sweeps through my hair,
The warmth of the sun that makes my skin smile,
The way the sky looks in it's prime time of happiness,
The way the wind blows as I ride my bike,
The time when the beach is filled with hopefull smiles, dreams, and good vibes,
The perfect nights filled with smoke, music and conversations from the bonfire built by friends,
The way the stars make me think as they shine in the dark,
The endless nights filled with laughs, love, and memories..
The times when where young, free, and wild,
The mornings that we regret, from one to many beers.
The gold bronze color my skin turns after a day by the pool,
The glass of wine I enjoy, with good company,
The summer I'll remember, as I leave the nest.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
Every day I wake up
I look at the ceiling
My soul goes back to sleep
Every moment I get up
My body is filled with sadness
Hopefull wishes that don’t exist
Black cloud that don’t belong here
Trying to be perfect for the wrong people
Saying to myself every day “I’m not myself.”
Waking up to a smile on my face
But in reality, I really want to cry
I don’t want you to understand
Only I can determine that
Dark black hole that
I keep falling in and I can’t get out
Please god help me
The more you say
The more I cry inside
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
JUST SAW OUR NEWS IN AUSTRALIA PRESIDENT TRUMP HAS ASKED THE WHITE HOUSE TO START THE HAND OVER WITH THE INCOMING JOE BIDEN. THANKFULLY FINALLY HIS EGO HAS DEPARTED AND HIS LOVE FOR HIS COUNTRY AND THE AMERICAN PEOPLE HAS APPEARED.
HOPEFULLY THIS MAY HELP IN HIS CONTRIBUTION TO AMERICAN POLITIAL HISTORY .
FINALLY NOW TRUMP IS PRESIDENTIAL
THE BIDEN PROCESS HAS STARTED
TRUMP NOW HAS AMERICA IN MIND
HIS EGO HAS NOW DEPARTED
HOPEFULL BY THE TIME OF INAUGURATION
BIDEN WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO
NATIONAL SECURITY AND THE COVID CRISIS
PRESIDENT TRUMP IS NOW TRUE BLUE
ADMIRATION AND CONRATULATIONS ARE DUE WHEN A MAN CAN SEE SOME DREAMS ARE BIGGER THAN HIS OWN.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
People, listen as I stand before you.
I stand straight and brave but i pray.
Come back,
To your roots and be alive and just.
Come fast,
Before you lose the rest of feelings.
People, open your eyes as I ask you.
Please, I say, please, open them up.
Come forth,
Be strong to make it all through again.
Come bright,
Bring all heritage with you never losing.
People, don't shout, but listen, just please.
I won't beg if I should, but you're no monsters.
Come carefull,
Beware of threads we forgot to forget in the past.
But come hopefull,
Humanity comes from nature, and know she cant lose.
Please come.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
If trees could talk theyd tell stories.
Of a moon mad boy that travels between the seams.
A guitar motor.
A love punch horror.
A love **** taker,
The holy rock maker.
Crashing gates
takes the face
from bark.
Stoic as the trees
sonic as the sound
crazy loon lashing
dance around.
Heard a voice
One with the birds
birdy brain feather
emergancy of words
Killer killer
the liqour drinker
the little libra
The sinatra fevor
The apple eater
stream water drinker
the hopefull hopeless
Cautious curious
bring it back
the fat cat
the heart beat speaker
detuned reaper
an desperate dreamer of romamce roads and rigamorits
Carolina fire flies
tenneses weeping walls
arkansas arkane maw
The dandy dandalion
Photosynthesis the good times.
The photo prisim
The self made prison
The wall written upon
the wall dashed upon
friends family lovers understood
break down rebound
Some new coast bound.
Nothing but words,
And one with the birds..
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
Some People"s Destiny
,lets them find their dreams-
Some People"s destiny,
never let it be.
Some people find their way
some people looses it,
Some People find a Love-
Some never do.
BUT:
As soon as my Soul stops breaking hopefull waiting,
as Soon as Forever is through,
I will find it too.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
I
am a feeble man
with
hopefull thoughts
I
face my gravestone
THINKING
of
dead poets
their words are restless
and
forever out there
seeking
those in need.
There
in
silence
in the still of the sight
I RiP.
Jul 12, 2024
Jul 12, 2024 at 11:55 AM UTC