24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I do not pray. I believe
It is dangerous to call
God’s attention
to me. I’d rather
Talk to you, speak
As if you are alive
Talk in whispers
Throughout the night.
Last night I watched the moon
As it clambered
From one end of the sky
To another. How I wished I could see
your face and have you near
It’s alright to love the moon,
you said, but don’t forget the dawn
Always look to the sun.
Prompt Twenty-four – Text Prompt – Write a poem about hope.
Because they Hope
Hope is the best there is.
Was she not the last one out of Pandora’s box?
There is always hope, even against hope.
Till the end, till the very last breath.
Goals have been scored a second before the referee’s whistle.
Because they hoped.
Children rescued from earthquake rubble after weeks.
Because they hoped.
Folk rising from coma after showing Grim Reaper the door.
Because there was hope.
Fishermen returning to land after a stormy night at sea.
Because they hoped.
Soldiers walking away unscathed from the battlefield.
Because there was hope.
And when you join your palms as you hope
There will always be Hope.
Hope came to me bright
eyed and humble. Like daybreak
She felt like the tide—
the lilting here and now, and
cleanse of disserving patterns
Hope is…
something I always write about.
In fact, in a quick search, I used hope in
three poems in the last 24 hours: here and here and here
(And seven times the last time I did a Poetry Marathon.
And, on my blog, don’t get me counting. I seem to include
Hope more than anything else.) Hope is here,
the perfect little handful of a word.
A perfect world-full remedy to heal our brokenness.
If we lose hope, we’ll fall out of the sky,
plucked like Emily’s thing without feathers.
Let’s keep hope.
(And we made it, we’ve Poetry Marathoned to the end!)
Big clocks wrapped in cloaks…
What are they hiding? Are they
hiding time itself or the fact
that we may have no future?
2am. Poem 24.
Love and Hope (a senrua)
Sisters Love and Hope
are a swift twin tailed comet
wild inside my soul.
Good job little one,
you’ve reached this far.
If not for hope;
would you have come through?
Hope, kid, is like the sun
It doesn’t turn it’s back on you.
Even on your darkest hours
it’ll linger as a dim light.
Hope is what you are made of.
You nurture hope, even when you’re unaware
of its existence.
Hope is the song you hear when you’re crying
The guard when you’re at the lowest
The friend in solace
The spark over the night sky.
It was hope that brought me this far.
As I’m penning down the last few sentences
of a challenge I was still unsure
of a fear to stay up all night
of a dedication to complete
of a new world I’ve witnessed
Gratitude, it is, that overwhelms my heart.
Hour Twenty-Four Prompt: Hope
Children’s laughter reminds me of hope.
Graduation ceremonies promise hope.
Medical advances allow me hope.
My family gives me hope.
Genuine friends access hope.
I have to reciprocate because the alternative is doom.
Love still occurs.
Then a I hear a child’s contagious laughter and am recharged with a jolt of hope. DMW
Vacant eyes, hollowed out,
beneath the pupils, nothing,
living in a war-torn city,
rebuilding too far-off-future,
then you see she’s gone.
I had a friend named Desiree,
desired, desirer, desire,
Sister to longing, daydreaming
the night-long of fame and song,
and wind-blown hair silhouettes.
A wish he once had, only to
love who he touched, touching
how he loved humanity, he loved
me, and hoped only for the best,
a pipe dream’s tuneful beckoning.
Without expectation, aspiration,
goals, and dreams, we trudge
the drudgery, life’s dull trails,
without hope beyond mere living;
Salvation’s well overflows with hope.
I am optimistic, hopeful that my endeavors are not all in vain
We can never truly predict an outcome, nothing comes with complete certainty
We are not promised nor owed anything
Yet we hope
We hope for things we desire, for best outcomes
Hope is like a wish with faith
I can wish upon a star and hope that it will come true
A wish with some faith but still uncertainty
Yet we hope
Every single day, for so many things
We hope for peace and comfort for ourselves and others
Like a prayer with no particular deity, just a shout into the universe
Regardless of all evidence to the contrary that our hopes are answered
Yet we hope
Because hope is a powerful thing, it inspires action
In ourselves and others, to try, to assist
Even a miracle needs a hand
Wishes are passive, hope is active
An active wish combined with faith
Now that can change the world
At least I hope