Hope

Hope For The Day

Nisarg Sukhadeve — Thu, 28 Aug 2014 09:27:01 +0000

I hope for the day when the clouds would form

And cover up this world filled with sinful norms

Of hatred and darkness that add up to a storm

And shred the heaven till the hell would form.

All the mistrust, all that dismay

These negatives darken the shadows of the day

No lubrication in this merciless friction

Of jealousy, depression and drug addiction.

You can have all that, oh no, wait you can't

Your hands are paraplegic due to some else's hands

Of tyranny, betrayal and communalism

Of stalking, espionage and discrimination.

I hope for the day when the clouds will form

And wet the world with drops of peace norms

That would strengthen their spirit of utter replusion

To atrocities, injustice and negative propulsion.

And I hope that day will mow the lawn

That was weeded and will breathe new air of the dawn

So the doves with the branch will finally yawn

And sleep with calmness like a mother with her fawn.

Behind The Poem:

The world is full of sins and darkness. A man is hoping for the day when all of these will go away.

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Holy missiles

Liana — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 14:49:43 +0000

One wrong step after another

I finally fell into the cobalt sea

Down I went into the nothingness

surrouded by the faces, by the voices and by the songs

that held the shadows, the fear, and the guilt

my world filled up with the broken identities

Soon i think I'll drown,

for I have been holding my breath for centuries

Long ago i was in love with the wind

It was fast and unpredictable

I used to think that I could see it

But i have forgotten what it feels like

To even breathe the precious air

That's when I hear the very suttle whistle

It breaks through the water

It jolts through the darkness as a holy missile

Suddenly there are more faces

More voices and more songs

They bring memories from the open

memories of the golden fields

and memories of the scarlet sunsets

Almost out of breath i start swimming

I know that I won't ever stop my movement

Not until I find myself on the verge of winning

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Welcome To Midnight

Cowl1517 — Thu, 16 May 2013 13:22:16 +0000

For many, this year will not end on a high note…

Right now, somewhere,
Someone is about to lose hope
Right now, somewhere,
Someone is just trying to cope
Making it to midnight’s been a struggle
And they’re at the end of the rope
Barely afloat –
Helplessly failing as the water gets higher
And the last 24 hours
Sets the soul on fire…
The losses, crosses, addictions, divorces;
Hearts heavy from the waiting
And the ominous voices
Telling you to “force quit”
Because a promising future
Does not compute
Just more of the same
Of what you won’t get
‘Cause obviously you were born to lose
Two thousand and thirteen:
Year of the Serpent –
And he’s hissing in your ears
Convincing you that you’re worthless

Take heart and know
That the enemy’s already been defeated
No matter what tomorrow brings
The blood of Christ has already succeeded
Don’t be afraid –
Say welcome to midnight with open arms
Because the Son was crushed
Rest assured that joy
Is gonna come in the morning

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A Little Bit Of Hope

Dexsta Ray — Tue, 22 Jan 2013 05:59:49 +0000

Fortification
Trouble knocked upon the door and was waiting
For every new accomplishment
This was the compensation
I've confiscated every negative approach
Thrown into the furnace
And then politely off the boat
Couldn't stand to watch it smoke
Some choke at the thought of confusion
But what it all boils down to
Lost in illusions
Cause' if you thought you were losing
Then what else should you expect?
Debt dictated mind
All she could do was stress
Be vexed
Like the Law of Attraction was just a joke
Pray daily
You can't get what you're asking without some hope

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monsters bow before my master

espaic nine — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 15:32:35 +0000

Onwards the unknown I follow
steep trails of a fragile path
that could crumble
with the step of an ant.

Steady the wind blows
shaking my foundation
I will not be stricken down

I will not be part
of this random trepidation
I follow this foul demeaning path
which now I see It traps a traveling heart
As I walk I catch a glimpse
of a shadow frolicking
between nightmares

whispers it spoke

Do it now, do it now walk through the valley of darkness
Do it now, do it now walk through the valley of darkness

My heart stopped
Chilled by the glorious darkness
I see a light, I see THE light!
I ran swiftly across the valley of darkness

Hideous monsters,
madness
blackened seas,
this darkness is not what It seems

the light I saw with awe
felt and was as big as an ant…
the magnificent
almost violent peace

I dont need anyone
but an Almighty one
blind faith power
blessings showers
monsters cower.
and bow

before my Teacher
my Master

Behind The Poem:

this is a revision of really old poem I wrote when I was 15 and it turned out to be a
christian poem. heh who knew right?

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We'll Be Fine

V-C-L — Sat, 22 Dec 2012 05:22:33 +0000

In the morning
You will draw in sweet forgiveness
Ascend to the world
With a heart weighted by solace
Pulsating with the words
Of a lover’s whispered oath
And called upon, to rise
In the sureness of their touch

Give way to the tranquil noon
Painted in bliss
Teaming with peppered silence
Here and there,
Among the singing and fluttering fowls
To visit at their will
Resting with, and codling your tiresome frame

Twist and adhere
To the lonely and empty nights
Warm within your solitude
The embers, flickering docile and contained
Levitating, directionless
To commune with the hallow darkness
And peacefully dissipate, long before you rise

But there are no more words
Only room for visions of what solace was
And pristine visions, of what solace is destined to be

Behind The Poem:

See, the world didnt end now did it? :P I hope everyone is doing okay tonight!

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Hopeless in Search of Hope

HauntingThoughts — Tue, 04 Dec 2012 00:25:15 +0000

Hello Hopelessness

It’s me,

Number one fan,

Forcefully,

Never far behind,

At any given moment,

You could turn

And free me

But you won’t—

You wouldn’t.

Hello Hope,

I know you lost me

A while ago,

But just incase

My cries can still be heard—

I need to know

If I can be found.

The enemy has taken me hostage

Chained to follow,

No key to the lock

A war must be fought

But how many will die

For a cause so small? —

My life.

Will you follow me through the night?

Make sure that I’m safe

And always in your sight?

Hello Hopelessness,

I’m sorry I keep crying

And waking you in the night,

Free me, and you can

Have your sleep.

I glance over my shoulder—

For the first time—

And see thousands of people

Behind,

In line,

Forcefully following

The unwanted—

Some have died,

Their bodies still drag along

Chained, even in death,

To these ghastly thoughts.

But He won’t gaze behind,

For fear of his regret.

Dear Hope,

He will not set me free,

And you have not come,

So my life must not be worth

Fighting for.

I had only one plea, but

You have too many lives worth

Protecting.

My feet are raw from walking

Through deserted lands,

Avoiding everything

Unwillingly.

I’m a slave to him don’t you see?

Why won’t you come for me?

Ideas are proposed,

Whispered in the Torturer’s ear

By none other than me—

Waging war on all that you

Conserve—

All you have forgotten.

I gave you the chance

To redeem yourself.

But now,

We draw our swords,

Taking your life—

In return, ours.

Behind The Poem:

My poetry always comes back to a constant feeling of hopelessness. He constantly tortures me, keeping me awake at night-- separating me from society.

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Do We Pray In Heaven ?

Stacy — Wed, 27 Jun 2012 16:46:50 +0000

No one before has answers,

The question still remains,

Passing on is something,

We all will do someday.

For when the journey’s finished,

And you’ve touched the face of God,

Tranquility is promised,

Yet something seems quite odd.

A lifetime spent in wonder,

An end to grief and pain,

A daily interaction,

We’ll never do again?

From above we watch our loved ones,

As they continue on,

Prayer is the connection,

To every soul that’s gone.

We beg for his forgiveness,

His guidance and support,

His undying approval,

A place within His court.

The finality is unsettling,

What do we do from here?

If we pray in heaven,

Does someone even hear?

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Forward Momentum

B207 — Tue, 26 Jun 2012 19:02:54 +0000

Time is running out… for humoring those who only give a damn when it serves their own self interest.

Lets hear it for the fakers, the takers, and the unappreciative heart breakers; you no longer fit in my universe.

MY time is now – move forward with me but don’t hold me back.

The butterfly at my right cuts the lingering ties to be set free, bestowing the gift of wings that carry me forward to the next leg of this journey.

A place I use to know

HeatherMg — Mon, 25 Jun 2012 22:11:35 +0000

There is this place I use to know

A place of happiness

a place of hope

a place to grow

some where along I have lost this place

now I don't know where this place has gone

I search all day long

its no where to be found

i wish someone would help me but no one can

this place is a place of mine only I can go

i hope someday I will find this place again

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In the event of my demise (R.I.P Tupac )

The Ember — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 23:41:11 +0000

In the event of my demise
I want no tears from your eyes
no long goodbyes
no crys saying "why can't he see another tomorrow"
Don't live your days in sorrow
Upon my behalf
Do me a favour and laugh
Just be glad that I lived as long as I did
Look at my smlie and imagine that its the last goodbye you heard from my lip
Pray for my spot in heaven ,I want a part on the Lord's staff
As for my will ,
let it be that it instills
in your mind
via my rhyme
So no need for that cleft heart
I live in your memoires ,and reside this fine art
Keep in mind these words I advise
In the event of my demise

Behind The Poem:

Altought in actuality our love ones die ,In our memories their still alive . No more tears it good to let it out now dry your eyes. Please use this poem for all whom it apllies .
- The Ember

Its Funny

King Crayton — Thu, 03 May 2012 19:32:16 +0000

Its funny how hope rhymes with despair

and the sweet life is exclusive, its so unfair

that we always lose the ones for which we have the most care

but its the cost of lives, so we pay heaven's fare

But try to realize that what we do is a beacon

that what we write and how we feel is how souls steepen

our struggles creep and seep into our sleep

and all that means is that our resolves deepen

Its funny how love is so close to loss

the notion holds dear to those people of the cross

and how love burns cold with the pang of what we've lost

but as the world grows cold, we battle the frost

but when life grows icy, we provide the fire

our loss is overcome by our desire

and if you have the will, you can glide much higher

and you can not believe me, but i'm not a liar

I'm a til death kid, I'm an easy rider

Its funny how Caring reminds me of depression

how you can give so much to someone else's possession

that you lose yourself in its bottomless recession

only to come back with no recollection

of anything but a bunch of ill-fated concessions.

But if life were nothing but tears and a smile

would life be worth staying around for a while

there must be more to the world than the tile

pattern, black and white that we see in the file

Its funny how hope can change the sunray

can effectively smooth and pave the way

can change the game and make a kid say

I'm happy to be who I am today

Its funny how hope can be so strong

can make a good moment seem a week long

and

Its funny how hope rhymes better with love

how goodness and light can reach you from above

How days are filled with high expectations

but you're flying on pure, sure wings like a dove.

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To See The Sea

C WILL — Thu, 19 Apr 2012 20:16:13 +0000

when I look in the mirror, all I see is a sea of shiny faces, reflecting their images back at me/ with their tidal waves of disentitlement/ typhoons of rage/ and tsunamis of insecurity/ crashing down on their eroded shores of bewildered flesh/ beaten down by the years of self righteous indignation/ that made vain attempts to stand on their crests of dignity/ while polluting their nature/ I’ve seen the blood lust curdle in the eyes of the storm, as the white foam spews from its lips, with salt festering inside the wounds of hate/ embanked along jagged rocks of denial/ but only if the ocean ran calm like lakes/ and purified it spirit like fresh mountain springs/ then maybe, the deep blue of uncertainty would not appear to be shallow as ponds/ and as murky as swamps/ spinning in whirlpools of confusion/ going around and around, swallowing lies, to regurgitate them as truth/ reflecting drowned innocence on its glass surface; such as Treyvan Martin, Yuseff Hawkins, Vanessa Kirkland, Oscar Grant, Jorge Gomez, James Craig Anderson, Wendell Allen / whose destinies were dragged through the rip tides rapture and submerged into the abyss of fear/ for the sea is unmistakably not kind to the innocent and the guilty/ there is no distinguishing them both/ because when the mighty waters roar and opens it tainted mouth, it swallows all in its path/ our perception of reality is usurped and crumbles into the hallowed waters of no remorse and unforgiveness / where the only rules it obeys are its own/ welcoming the inevitability of us all being consumed by the ocean, which is as certain as the day it gave birth to us as a single cell ameba/ the ocean’s reluctance to recognize us as significant beings that matter, isn’t what matters, because that’s all we are, matter/ being swept back and forth from shore to shore/ and no one, no one is safe from the sea’s wrath and violent outburts, seething through chaos as the tide sets in mourning and bereavement/ that lays flat upon our consciousness

Behind The Poem:

We navigate the ocean of life everyday and can at anytime fall prey to its wrath.

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Crest

TheLastEclipse — Thu, 12 Apr 2012 21:09:21 +0000

Dig in the picture, let me see.
Oh how beautiful and happy you were with me.
I miss your smiles and miss your grace.
But what I miss most is your face!

I can't go one night without seeing your face.
I regret all of my mistakes.
And when I dream of you.
You're running into my arms!
We no longer hold any harm.
You let me in...

Photo albums, and then the knife.
I remember how close I was to suicide.
Caught in a bind and wasted all my time.
You left so there was no hope in trying tonight.
I picked up my dusty bible and started to pray.
Maybe with the work you'll come back somedaY!

I never go one night without seeing your face!
I still regret all my mistakes!
And if I could see you today I'd let it go.
Just so,
You'd be running into my arms.
We no longer hold any harm!
You would let me in.
I'd be forgiven.

I take my nightly walk down the road.
I fell the breeze among my stroll.
I hear a noise that turns my attention,
and in the moon I see your beautiful reflection..

...

Crisp as the night, my emotions begin to fight.
It's a brawl against my faith.
I want to be with you again.

...

I hear footsteps behind me,
I turn to see.
You behind me.
How could this be?
Crushed and angry I wrap in my arms.
The beautiful think of the moment is seeing you
calm in my arms.

You weren't into my arms!
That's how I know it's not a dream.
With a kiss I hope I ensure that again I'll never leave.

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Freedom in Spirit.

Yasper — Tue, 27 Mar 2012 23:04:43 +0000

A caged bird once sang with me,

But I'd prefer to see it free.

To watch it soar across the sea

And find a place I'd like to be.

When we sing again,

We'll fly together in the twilight,

And harmonize a gentle serenade

At the mercy of the wind.

A wild bird sang with me,

And blessed me with sweet melody.

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