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To Hope – Poem by John Keats

To Hope – Poem by John Keats

WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed—
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head! 

by:JOHN KEATS

With Faith And Hope – Poem by Ernestine Northover

With Faith And Hope 

The tears fall, but no one’s there to heed them, 
The heart it mourns, but no one sees the hurt.
An emptiness has seeped into the brainstem, 
One’s feeling dazed, and no longer alert.

Such desolation haunts one’s whole persona, 
What can one do, and just where can one go, 
You feel as if you’ve now become a loner, 
How droplets, when they’re prompted, freely flow.

To cry can be a painful kind of action, 
One weeps for someone one has loved so well, 
Yet grieving gives release, if just a fraction, 
Which heals the ache and lets sadness dispel.

Only time will ease such utter sorrow, 
That comes from losing someone Oh, so dear, 
But with the dawning of each new tomorrow, 
With faith and hope you’ll find a panacea.

by:Ernestine Northover

 

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Hope Is Not Lost – Poem by Jessica Millsaps

Hope Is Not Lost

When the desperation hit
When the people cried in the streets
When everything felt at loss
Hope stayed, even though fleaing would be easier

When the eyes were full of tears.
When kids and families were torn apart
By that last desperate grasp
Hope tried

When all else gave up
When all else backed off
When people lost all they had
Hope flew

When they cried
When the world was shocked with desperation and dispair
When nothing seemed good 
Hope worked

When those four planes crashed
When the buildings fell
When the lives were lost
Hope was there

Hope was only a tiny glimmer
Hope was still there
She ran to those who needed her
She worked to help

When all else failed
Hope didn’t
She flew through us all
Letting us know, we still had her
We just needed to look hard enough

Hope was there
Hope remembers

by: Jessica Millsaps

Though Everything’s Buyable (Haiku)

Look; “Those seeds start grow

While the plastic plants stood still

And it’s quite different”

Pict source: pinterest


GUEST POST POETRY

HAIKU by Rijal Muammar from Indonesia

Rijal is an author of a book in poetry titled as BUKANTOLOGI, that written in Bahasa (Indonesian Language). For more awesome poems, Find him on:

Medium: Kerijalan

Instagram: bukantologi

time [poem]

Take your things into your dream

It is not about running in life

Maybe clockwise is wiser than you

Ends is not about how you rotate it to fit you


To think every single step in your dream

In the aims you pursuing in life

Mocking bird is more popular than a singer

Every flag has its pole and no need to go rushly


The numbers are just your guide

If you believe, it just about moving

Mistake is mistakes even you turn it into justice

Except you are never look at your walls to find you time’s point


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MY inspirational Poetry :-“UMMEED” (“HOPE”)

                      “UMMEED”

Har Subah Toot ti Hai Ummeed Har Shaam Usey Bandhaata hun,
Hoti hai Dil me Bad-Sukooni jab To Khuda se Lau Lagaata hun.

Na ho Dard Mere Dard se Kisi Apney Ko mere,
Isiliye to Apney Dard ko Apnon Se chhupaata hun.

Ye Jaanta hun Nahi Milta Kisi ko Taqdeer se Zyada kabhi,
Par main to Phir bhi Taqdeer se Chheen ne Ki Ummeed Lagaata hun.

Na poochho Kya Guzri Jab Chheeni Gayi Meri Zindagi Mujh se,
Bawajood Iske Main Aaj bhi Ummeed se Rishta Nibhaata hun.

Sulagti hai Aag Aksar Seene me Sochkar Maazi ko Apney,
Par main to Usi Aag se Ummeed Ke Diye Jalaata hun.

Ek waqt Tha Jab Nafrat thi Ummeed ke Naam se bhi Mujhe,
Par Aaj Usi Ummeed ke Baghair Khud Ko Adhoora Paata hun.

Aey Ummeed Toot Kitni Toot ti Hai tu zara Dekhey ‘Aatif’ bhi,
Jodunga Tujhe Har Baar main Ye Aaj Qasam Khaata hun.

A Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’

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