The Poetry Marathon

Prompt Twenty-Four – Because they Hope

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.

 

 

Poem 24

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

Hour 24 – Hope is…

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!)

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Prompt for Hour Twenty-Four

 

Hour17

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)

2am. Poem 24.

Love and Hope (a senrua)

Sisters Love and Hope
are a swift twin tailed comet
wild inside my soul.

Hope.

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.

“Infectious Giggling”

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

Hour Twenty-Four: Wish Against Wish

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.

Hour 24: 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

That Fluttering Bird, Hour Twenty-Four

That fluttering bird
atop the swaying branches
hope for the new dawn.