Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
quote by Wilfred Owen
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Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Is Hope Of
A word perhaps to me is hope
and hope you used to use a lot.
Without perhaps it being hope for naught.
A lot of hope about the things you are,
and you are all the things I hoped about.
You of hope at night the moon the light I write about.
And you write about the thoughts of hope,
and make them come to pass and write of that.
Ardently your mouth of hope, not going over there.
You who are without to be and I am crossing over.
Green bushes hold within my hope, blue open flowers.
Afterwards through fog or loam a stream flows slowly after.
I saw so bright the torch of hope from here to there beside us.
So there are we.
And are we there, for loving it sits about us.
Me I simply am, you and I, comes hope a certain thing.
poem by Is It Poetry
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When The Gloom Is On The Glen
When the moonlight's on the mountain
And the gloom is on the glen,
At the cross beside the fountain
There is one will meet thee then.
At the cross beside the fountain;
Yes, the cross beside the fountain,
There is one will meet thee then!
I have braved, since first we met, love,
Many a danger in my course;
But I never can forget, love,
That dear fountain, that old cross,
Where, her mantle shrouded o'er her—
For the winds were chilly then—
First I met my Leonora,
When the gloom was on the glen.
Many a clime I've ranged since then, love,
Many a land I've wandered o'er;
But a valley like that glen, love,
Half so dear I never sor!
Ne'er saw maiden fairer, coyer,
Than wert thou, my true love, when
In the gloaming first I saw yer,
In the gloaming of the glen!
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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What Hope Can Do.
Hope....
Hope......
Hope is what strives you to be the best that you can.
Hope is what helps you hold on.
Hope is what makes you feel there could be a possibility that everything can work out for the better.
Hope is what you can make it be.
Hope is magical.
Hope is fantastic.
Hope is beautiful.
Hope is everything.
Hope is sweet.
Hope is there for you.
Hope is there for friends.
Hope is there for family.
Hope is there for loved ones.
Hope is there for everybody..........
By Billy Aston - Wright
poem by Billy AstonWright
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Only A Soldier's Grave
Only a soldier's grave! Pass by,
For soldiers, like other mortals, die.
Parents had he - they are far away;
No sister weeps o'er the soldier's clay;
No brother comes, with tearful eye;
It's only a soldier's grave - pass by.
True, he was loving, and young, and brave,
Though no glowing epitaph honors his grave;
No proud recital of virtues known,
Of griefs endured, or triumphs won;
No tablet of marble, or obelisk high; -
Only a soldier's grave: - pass by.
Yet bravely he wielded his sword in fight,
And he gave his life in the cause of right!
When his hope was high, and his youthful dream
As warm as the sunlight on yonder stream;
His heart unvexed by sorrow or sigh; -
Yet, 'tis only a soldier's grave: - pass by.
Yet, we should mark it - the soldier's grave,
Some one may seek him in hope to save!
Some of the dear ones, far away,
Would bear him home to his native clay:
'Twere sad, indeed, should they wander nigh,
Find not the hillock, and pass him by.
poem by S.A. Jones
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I Can Only Hope
Maybe one day your world
Will crash around you
And what you wanted
Will disappear forever
I can only hope
You'll know what I went through
Maybe one day you'll feel
Used and abandoned
And your empty heart
Will ache unstoppably
I can only hope
You'll know what I felt
Maybe one day your life
Won't seem worth living
And every moment you shed
Will hurt more and more
I can only hope
You'll know my emptiness
Maybe one day your eyes
Will feel dry as sand
And all the tears you cry
Will sting as they fall
I can only hope
You'll know how much I cried
Maybe one day you'll wonder
Why nothing seems right
And everything you try to do
Will always be a reminder
I can only hope
You'll know my memories
Maybe one day your hurt
Won't seem to go away
And all the days that pass
Will be filled with aching
I can only hope
You'll know the pain I felt
Maybe one day you'll know
Every tear I shed
And every feeling I had
Was because of you
I can only hope
You'll know what you put me through
poem by Katrina DeLee
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Viva Italia!
Italia, in thy bleeding heart
I thought e'en hope was dead;
That from thy scarred and prostrate form
The spark of life had fled.
I thought, as memory's sunset glow
Its radiance o'er thee cast,
That all thy glory and thy fame
Were buried in the past.
Twice Mistress of the world, I thought
Thy star had set in gloom;
That all thy shrines and monuments
Were but thy spirit's tomb---
The mausoleum of the world,
Where Art her spoils might keep;
Where pilgrims from all shrines might come,
To wonder and to weep.
But from thy deathlike slumber now,
In joy I see thee wake
And over thy long shrouded sky
Behold the morning break.
Along the Alps and Apennines
Runs an electric thrill;
A golden splendor lights once more
Each storied vale and hill.
And hopes, bright as thy sunny skies,
Are o'er thy future cast;
The future that upon thee beams,
As glorious as thy past.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Song IV: Draw Near and Behold Me
Love is enough: draw near and behold me
Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter,
And are full of the hope of the dawn coming after;
For the strong of the world have bought me and sold me
And my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter.
--Pass by me, and hearken, and think of me not!
Cry out and come near; for my ears may not hearken,
And my eyes are grown dim as the eyes of the dying.
Is this the grey rack o'er the sun's face a-flying?
Or is it your faces his brightness that darken?
Comes a wind from the sea, or is it your sighing?
--Pass by me and hearken, and pity me not!
Ye know not how void is your hope and your living:
Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me!
Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me,
There is soft speech between us and words of forgiving
Till in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me.
--Pass by me and harken, and waken me not!
Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me?
Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter,
And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after!
Nay this I sell not,--though ye bought me and sold me,--
For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter.
--Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not!
poem by William Morris
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These Fears
The worries haunt my mind with rot.
Is it true or is it not.
I know it's true, but still I feel.
That something wrong will come and steal.
All these things I know are real.
Ho wdo I pass this wicked cast?
Of being lonley to the last.
How soon will I finally smash?
These daunting fears that fill my glass.
I must overcome these rotten smears.
Against myself that only bring bitter tears.
I know what's right but still fear.
That all is lost because I'm weired.
I hope and pray that this day.
That these beasts I'll finally slay.
I have to soon or I'll be doomed.
To wither here in wretched gloom.
poem by Michael McParland
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Only A Soldier's Grave
Only a soldier's grave! Pass by,
For soldiers, like other mortals, die.
Parents he had--they are far away;
No sister weeps o'er the soldier's clay;
No brother comes, with a tearful eye:
It's only a soldier's grave--pass by.
True, he was loving, and young, and brave,
Though no glowing epitaph honors his grave;
No proud recital of virtues known,
Of griefs endured, or of triumphs won;
No tablet of marble, or obelisk high;--
Only a soldier's grave--pass by.
Yet bravely he wielded his sword in fight,
And he gave his life in the cause of right!
When his hope was high, and his youthful dream
As warm as the sunlight on yonder stream;
His heart unvexed by sorrow or sigh;--
Yet,'tis only a soldier's grave:--pass by.
Yet, should we mark it--the soldier's grave,
Some one may seek him in hope to save!
Some of the dear ones, far away,
Would bear him home to his native clay:
'Twere sad, indeed, should they wander nigh,
Find not the hillock, and pass him by.
poem by Sidney Alroy Jonas
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Reaping Rewards By Hoping
Hope gives a strong long rope
And ties faith so as not to elope
And widely extends the scope
Using hope surely one can cope
Hope does rejuvenation
Promoting jubilation
Giving mind ventilation
Stopping soul's vacillation
Hope is a healing spark
Helping us earn top mark
Peace for you it will earmark
Making optimistic your remark
Hope brings proper ties
Removing fear which dies
In hope alone future lies
For success hope is the price
A hoping soul is a sure winner
Hopeless mind grows thinner
Hope in a highly positive manner
Augments the mind of a planner
If hope is lost
Doom will be fast
Only gloom will last
Sad will be the past
Hope keeps faith alive
Faith makes one survive
Hope has the power to revive
Hope to mind, do not deprive
Hope is a dashing magician
Brain's chief technician
Hope is a skillful logician
Who can outsmart a politician
With hope, everything we own
Without hope, thorns are grown
Wherever hope is shown
There only bliss will crown
God and hope form a group
To help all they happily stoop
If a soul joins their troupe
It will never at all be in a soup.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
There is still a whole slew of scope in hope
I know how you feel
Your predicament is unpleasant and real
Before you crumble and stumble
Like a lone wolf in your solitary struggles
I hear the sadness in your tongue
Realize that your suffering will pass
Its duration may be long
Hang in there, be strong
I know the words to your plightful song
You are not where you wish to belong
But giving up hope is forever wrong
A flower never fumbles and gives up hope
While waiting for its daily water
Hope is all to it that matters
Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
Clutch on tight to all ropes
There is still a whole slew of scope in hope
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Digital
Never fear the lust which thrives on honey -
Flowers which are in bloom -
The days of gloom -
I am dormant to doom -
I pass time -
By the time which passed -
Words engraved will never last -
From future to the fires of my past -
The life you live -
Is my digital format -
Codes are meant to be broken -
Pass the words -
As the reaper keys my keeper
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Night Must End
Night must end,
And in the future years
There will come another dawn
To wipe away my foolish tears.
Nightly shadows must flee
Beyond the distant brink,
Bringing a glorious sunrise
That will blot out the gloom of night's ink.
Night must face
Into the endless deep,
Bringing the hope of a future day
To arouse my heart from sleep.
Yes, night will pass away;
The darkness will vanish with the night
And father on beyond the glade
I will see a beacon of light.
poem by Grace Riffle
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What I Hope
I hope you're happy
I hope you're proud
I hope you know how I felt
When you said 'Three's a crowd'
I don't hope you suffer
I don't hope you die
But I hope you know it's your fault
I can no longer fly
I hope you can feel
I hope you can see
I hope you get abandoned
Like you did to me
I hope you know you succeeded
I hope you know you won
I hope you know you broke me
I still can't see the sun
I will leave it at that
Even though there is more
Like all the pain
I have yet to thank you for
poem by Megan Reily
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Holy Saturday
Storms pass, winds subside
life abides.
See how the cottonwoods trees
spread new leaves,
fill the blank sky with
emerald sheen
as waving vines praise
the living spirit
of spring,
for soon the shrouded sun will flame
through constraining mists
and in glory rise to complete
this forgiven world
and set it free.
poem by Steven Federle
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Shall I hope?
Shall we hope?
Shall we hope?
Hope for a better life?
Hope to feel like we actually live?
Hope for a chance to do things better?
Is there a reason for hope?
Shall we hope?
Hope to undo what’s been done?
Hope to be greater than we are?
Hope to learn to give and not take?
What’s hope?
I ask you, shall we hope?
poem by Justin Han
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Hope At It's Strongest
Hope is the thing that keeps us going
Hope is a poem without any words
Hope is what follows us everyday
Hope is the light that sparks our eyes
Hope that it will all get better
Hope that you will find love
Hope that people will be kind
Hope that you will stay alive
Hope is the strongest thing of all
Hope will allow us not to fall
Hope will rise against anything
Hope is like a fiery ring
Hope never stops
Hope is always there
Without it we would be lost
Without out it we would not care
poem by Laura Random
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Shall we hope?
Shall we hope?
Hope for a better life?
Hope to feel like we actually live?
Hope for a chance to do things better?
Is there a reason for hope?
Shall we hope?
Hope to undo what’s been done?
Hope to be greater than we are?
Hope to learn to give and not take?
What’s hope?
I ask you, shall we hope?
poem by Music Galore
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Pass This Way 2
In case, we don’t pass this way again
lets hold on to what we have
for a few minutes more.
Life is so unpredictable
no one knows what tomorrow will bring
and we may never get the chance
to pass this way again.
Let us hold each other tightly
make promises we hope to keep
before we have to part
on our life’s chosen journey.
In case, we don’t pass this way again.
16 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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