Poems About Hope

The Cynic

Over and over the cassette plays,The same song from the dawn of days,A million times thoughts streak across,A million times laid on the same cross. Will the scepsis ever stop?Will the voices ever go away? At the end of days, on blackened stone,An inscription writ on a battered throne:Here sat the fool whose eagle eyesSaw …

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A Song for the Homesick

In the quiet and small hours, a mind awake, Thinking of home with untrifling heartache . Unseen threads pull at the heart, One and their home, a world apart. A quiet, muted song, for where one’s heart belongs.

A Very Splendid Thing Indeed

Having gone through what you’ve gone throughand survived what you have survived,Having seen the people who were always with you;your joy who contrived,And having seen snakes with faces two; your fall who connived.To heal and stand, recovered from an austere bleed,To have lived to this age is a very splendid thing indeed.