It's All About Hope.

It's All About Hope.

 

What about Love?
why is it so damned blind,
in a world full of hearts
loneliness tears apart,
we're all looking to find,
someone perpetually kind
who'd never leave us behind
crying:

"What about Love??"

I've known romances
and took my chances
in Loves sweet parade,
cruel happenstances
and long last dances
as I watched Love fade,
far too many girls strayed
and they left me to pray....

"What about Love?"

What about Life.....
why does it vanish so fast?
first you're young, just begun
then you're old and it's done,
you're just part of the past,
will you whisper with sorrow
as you're breathing your last?

"Dear God, What about life?"

I've watched so many
of my loved ones perish
in a few short years
held their trembling hands
as they abandoned their plans
and tried to stem their fears,
but when the Reaper appeared,
they gasped through their final tears,

"Oh, Lord, what About Life?"

What about dreams
that ease our realities?
all those gleams in your eyes
until you realize
that they never will be
must we settle for less?
screaming endlessly please...

"What about dreams?"

 

I'm writing music

on my old accoustic

every night and day,

but the record execs

don't pay me any respect,

when I come by to play,

each time they send me away,

I just turn back and say...

What about Dreams??

Didn't you ever have dreams??

What about hope,
Maybe it might be the key,
when true love tells you "Nope,"
and you're trying to cope
until life sets you free,
perhaps your dreams
will come true...
somewhere more heavenly,

"Maybe it's all about hope.....
I think It's all about hope."

Through love's sad Illusions
and life's mass confusions.
we will wander blind....
past our dreamy delusions
till we reach a conclusion
at a most hopeful time....
in a land far above,
we will find endless love,
leaving our sorrows behind...
leaving sorrows behind,

It's really all about hope.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III

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kimh039 6 years ago

I hope so.

Love,

kimh039


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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

A very sad but beautiful poem. Hope and dreams feed our souls.

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I Hope that you,re ok

I hope you come back and stay

I hope you write a new poem about true love

I know it will be wonderful, cause the inspiration will

come from above.

Love and Peace


SilverGenes 6 years ago

What a beautiful poem! There are many of us contemplating such things. A very wise person told me that love beyond measure can arrive in our lives when we are well into our years on earth and that it doesn't rely on time for significance. As for when we leave this earth, I just read a hub by lmmartin. Incredible. Hope? Absolutely. And for those days when hope seems scarce, I take up things like scuba diving :))


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

Life is a stark reality of awareness of our mortality. Hope is a constant and follows us throughout our days. Hope is all we have to hang on to at times. Hope keeps many of us alive another day another breath. Hope and Fear seem to be prevalent in our world of sadness. I hope my friend that you press on and live your life with HOPE and not fear life. Keep loving and keep giving of yourself and LOVE will find you. Peace bro.


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Debarshi Dutta 6 years ago from Calcutta

HOPE IS JUST A BASTARD DREAM

LEFT IN THE BATTLEFIELD

OF TIME

TO WOUND ITSELF

HOPE IS THE MEMORY

OF MISERY

WHICH ONE REALIZES

IN THE PRESENT

AS TIME REAPS IT

EVERY SUCCEEDING MOMENT

AS

MEMORY IS ALWAYS

A FUNCTION

OF THE PAST.

HOPE IS JUST A FRIEND

YOU REMEMBER

AND LOVE

AND IN THE FORTITUDE OF SILENCE

ESCAPE WITH HIM

INTO A MUTUAL HEAVEN

REALITY IS A CHOICE

AND THAT IS WHERE

THIS POEM YOU MINE

BEFRIENDS

THIS POEM OF YOURS.

TRUE LOVE REMAINS

TRUE

WHILE PEOPLE

WHO COME BETWEEN

ME AND YOU

PRY AS THIEVES

AND ARE JUST LIKE FALLING LEAVES

WE DO NOT PICK UP.


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Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

My view of hope has changed over the last few days. Not sure How I feel about this one. Perhaps hope is the lack of acceptance. I think we need to dream of what we want. Accept what is, and know it is all as it should be. At least thats what I think today...


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Maybe it's all about hope.

Maybe smoke some rope,

Watch Bob Hope,

Perhaps better cope,

With our slippery slope.


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jandee 6 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

Live in the now without sorrowful eyes

we are here for a short while

so enjoy your sweet lives

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