Tag Archives: Hope

Full moon, Poetry by Adams Duniya

Genre: Nature, Beauty, Life, Uncertainties, Hope.

Full moon by Adams Duniya

This bald asterisk
Over cottoned sky-high:
Wide-height, with silver hue
Has thou cast. In slow-line crawl
By soft retractile attendance –
Resolute for celestial harmony,
Has heavens splendour, thou calmed.

Let thy pseudo feet –
Ever soiled in resoled purpose
All earthly heaving, suck;
And every sigh’s brim
With sensuality, smear.

O, attenuate my love
I behold Sky Boy! –
It’s baby-hour-out; but
To what do we owe this visiting?
Let those tales recycle
And us, wisdom re-hear!

Trace thy trails
To the firth thou please;
Thy silent symphony holds
Our hearts to solemn assembly.
Nature has moulded thee sybarite;
The heavens have crafted thee sylph.

To our vain pilgrimage here below
Render a surfeit of thy grace
And galvanize us against the scourging
Sun of life. But night: of evil souls,
Do not leave us to it –
When thy health’s beginning to ebb.

* Taken from my book, “Polygons” – By Didam G.A. Duniya
(Partridge Publishing, 2015 | https://www.amazon.com/Polygons-Didam-GDuniya/dp/1482805812)

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Hear Me, Poetry by Jeanette Lambert

Genre – Hope

Hear Me by Jeanette Lambert

 

When I’m very ill

All I’ve got is a pill

When I want to go bang my head

My only thought is being dead

Of course I’m very unwell

Nobody I would like to tell

 

When I’m upset and feeling bad

Don’t shout at me or be bad

For I don’t know how I feel

Oh my Lord this is unreal

Give me time to say what right

Is there any happiness in sight?

 

Oh dear Lord what can I do

Feeling so weak and feeling blue

Cheer up you always say

Is there any good coming my way?

All I want is to be well

Or all I’ve got is living hell

 

For I am so depressed

Not the same as all the rest \All I see is a black hole

Wish I set myself a goal

So I take one day at a time

Whether it is good or just fine

 

I wake to see the sun

That’s another day just begun

What do I do now it’s here?

Be said and shed a tear

Or be happy with so much joy

Like a child with a new toy

 

Maybe the day starts bad

The start crying and feeling sad

I think it’s time to sleep

To dream a dream but not too deep

Then I awake feeling new

Feeling happy and forgot my blues

 

I found a place called Mind

I did not know what I’d find

I go there most of the week

The people are gentle and meek

I like to do work of art

I love it with all my heart

 

When the morning comes I can’t wait

To go and talk to all my mates

I play the scrabble game

Tell me I’m not insane

If I don’t know what to do

Then I come and talk to you

 

 

When I go home I’m all alone

Just talking to my dog or on the phone

Then it’s time for bed

Just to rest my weary head

Will I sleep all night through?

Or will I wake and make a brew

 

The day starts over again

Don’t make a fuss or complain

Listen to some music and dance

Maybe life worthy one more chance

If it’s not, then I won’t lie

Give me the pill and let me die 

 

Can I take one more day

To make me see happy ways

Shoe me all that’s good

I have done all that I would

For my life I need to change

When does it will feel strange

 

Carry on taking the pills

Then my mind will be still

To get everything off my chest

Then maybe I will feel my best

Until then I will remain

Felling hurt and in pain

 

 

I just hope one day

All my troubles will go away

I need someone to help me cope

All I just do is live in hope

That doesn’t help my spinning head

Just can’t put everything to bed

 

For this is a morbid story

So give me life with come glory

For then I will have life to live

For I have so much to give

For I am true and kind

But that’s not the reason I go to Mind

 

I got to Mind to chill and relax

That’s the truth and that’s a fact

Different people I do see

I’m glad I’m here and it’s free

Then when it’s time to do

For what’s tomorrow I don’t know

 

 

 

 

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WATER!, Poetry by Sinjini Sengupta

GENRE: Hope, Hurt, Philosophical, Relationships, Love, Nature

 

WATER! by Sinjini Sengupta

 

Here – I lend myself again. Here – I let myself vulnerable. Here – I offer myself to you.

 

To be used!

 

 

 

You like it; it is the way you wanted it.

 

I like it too, at first.

 

I don’t let myself think what comes next.

 

Because..?

 

 

 

Because, I know that all too well already.

 

No, it won’t change.

 

But then, who can stop me from thinking it would,

 

At least this one time?

 

 

 

 

And then, it comes. As it was always meant to do.

 

My wounds open, my heart bleed, my lungs feel gripped. I let you rip me off. My inside, my whole.

 

I break. I split into pieces, tiny and then tinier.

 

Here, I lose myself. Again.

 

 

 

And then, I see myself – in pieces so futile that no one notices. I can’t recognize myself.

 

In fact, it’s perhaps not even the same me that was. I am not myself, again.

 

I have lost all my power and all my strength. Worse, I knew it all the time when this was happening to me. Step by step.

 

And even worse, I have known this before. And yet I did let myself.

 

 

 

You don’t turn around to look back at me. Of course.

 

If you did, you wouldn’t have found me either!

 

 

 

And then, someday, I will float again. In the air, among the space. All around you. I hope to see you be merry. I’ll smile at you, too.

 

But you’d hardly know.

 

And then, I will ascend. I will not look back again. Just like you did.

 

I’ll arise and arise, and rise yet more.

 

 

 

 

And then, someday, it will drizzle…

 

And I’ll come upon you – all over, again.

 

I’m sure you’d love the rain. Won’t you?

 

Oh, I so love to be used!

 

 

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Overcome, Poetry by Rhoda J.

Categories: hope, love, loss, tender heart, return, promise, loved one, lover.

Overcome by Rhoda J.

I tread my feet alongside my heavy heart,
Hoping one day you will join me again.
Though you only desire your misery to lead you
Not wanting anyone to understand.
So push through, for I push through
Fears do not hold me
They lead you along
A road that only you can follow
Drenched with calm I will Lay
Against your empty touch
That’s stolen my tenderness Away.
Walk alongside your reflection,
Your back shuns my shadow,
I draw near and you draw far
Closer to a dimmed moon
In the air of the still night
Like a hungry wolf searching the mountain
To pull water from an empty well.
With dismay, you will return
Empty soul and a strong stride
Nothing is left for you to wonder
But what was there plunged deeper
For truth cannot be dispersed
If it was meant for you to belong.
Reach inside and hold on
And cross paths again,
What you seek is what you have already found.

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Hope, Twitter Short Story by Tanya S. Thamkruphat

Watch the 140 Character Short Story: HOPE

Get to know writer Tanya S. Thamkruphat

1) What is your very short story about?

It’s about having conflicting, tumultuous emotions and when you have lost direction in your life. This story is a reminder that hope is always present, no matter what is happening in your life.

2) What motivated you to write this story and submit it to the festival?

Personally, I’ve experienced this exact scenario and I felt this story was a powerful message I wanted to share. I know there are others out there who might be experiencing the same thing and I wanted them to know that there will be brighter days ahead, to not give up.

3) What movie have you seen the most in your life?

I’ve seen “Stardust” too many times to count. It’s one my favorite Neil Gaiman stories!

4) How many scripts and stories have you written?

Over the years, I’ve had a handful of magazine and newspaper articles, and a few personal essays published. Currently, I’m working on several book projects I hope to publish over the next year.

5) What artists would you love to work with?

There are no artists I currently want to work with, but I would love to collaborate with authors like Amy Tan, Jhumpa Lahiri, and Neil Gaiman.

6) What is your passion in life?

My life passion is simply to live life with no regrets.

7) Any tips for other writers who want to write a 140 character short
story?

My only tip is write with your heart. It will help you concisely write what you need to express.

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Corona, Poetry by Greg Kanyicska

Genres: Fear, Hope, Hurt, Love, Longing, Distance, Loss, Relationships, Romantic, Innovative

Corona
by Greg Kanyicska

Those sands of the Moroccan Sahara that you
Walked, you touched, you breathed, have sailed over waves,
                                     Greedy waves, on the Harmattan wind
                                                                  To cross the Atlantic;
                                                                              To redden my
                                                                                       Sunsets;
                                                                            To redden my
                                                        Eyes as I walk these cold
                                            Salted sands at Kill Devil Hills;
                            Sky darkening as I look past the waves
     And ask the wind to lift me, to bear me weightless.
  Grains of sand flow like water at your feet–
 A care-free thought carried across
Impossibility.
Visions fade: this
 Sunset,
  Cold wind holding
    The stars above the waves–
       Stopping me from thinking, feeling
            Anything but the need to turn away.

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