Hope that's yet to bloom- Off the top of my head...been a while
Hope that's yet to bloom
Prosperity; It's bare to me
It's a worn heart; and skidded knees
It's the brush off from reality
It's the vivid loathing; the darkness I see
The stitched up fragment of my memory
I'm crafted with bone; a pure design
A fractured hope composed of time
The clock ticks with a rigid rhyme
Caught by the empty thoughts of mine
A still of words held in the air;
You know them as a simple prayer
I know them as salvation's hand
When it seemed simply like a time to go.
Hope has a way of linking deep
A gentle touch embraced with sleep
A lullaby never meant so much
Because waking up meant feeling more
It's these times; we soon expire
Becoming fuel to damaged fire
Cause as hopes slowly consume
We're left as hope that's yet to bloom
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Enjoyed reading this. There's always hope. It can't ever be fully consumed unless we allow it to be.
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Greatly appreciated, thank you. It's always nice to receive feedback , i could potentially shorten the title, would require some thought, I often like to tie my poems title to the way I end it in the writing
The greatest prosperity I have ever known or experienced is in the hearts of people and friends I care about. That is what I hoped to find in your poem here, and yes - the seeds of it are there. It just needs a few more.
Hope does have a way of "linking deep" just as you say. This is a nice poem. Nicely written. A gentle hymn in hope for better things...
Tweeted and enjoyed, and perhaps a small suggestion as to the title. I would shorten it to what it ought to be. Let the poem find its way.
You really are a great poet. :)
Nice poem. Voted up.
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