Things That Shine...prt.1

OK, so I know that this isn't a free verse poem, but my schedule has cleared up and I want to post something now. I haven't finished the free v. poem quite yet...

These are descriptions of things that I rely upon completely, and am so grateful for. They illuminate the paths of my life, so it seems, especially when despair gets heavy. Each verse's portrayal is in accordance with many different things in my personal life, and maybe even in yours...?

Show the Way

By: the iHope Poet

I love the stars

When they shine

So bright

In the night

And I love the light

Of the moon

In the dark.

As I watch them

Brighten, whiten

Blackness and decaying gloom,

Before morning turns,

They will

Show the way

I love the words

On the page;

Those that testify

And know.

They help me grow

To become

Better still.

And I read

Their strength, power

To shake (weakly spun) lies;

So through the last pages

Those words will have

Carved a path,

Shown the way,

Show the way.

I love the pain

In each trial.

Though it burns,

Chokes and spurns,

It lets me learn

What true hope

Really means.

When it leaves

Flowers bloom,

Weeds are gone, all is new.

But the memory of such

Will keep me on the road

Which pain demonstrates,

Carves a way,

Shows a way,

Show the way.

For all these things

Know the way,

Are the way,

Show the way.

                                                    

In Spite of the Struggle:

Adding Up

By: the iHope Poet

Is there a reason why

Every wearing thing

Can add up to the sky

But end up as nothing?

It isn’t that I don’t have faith,

Nor that I don’t believe.

I just have not the effort

Quite yet to achieve

All the things I wish.

No, I don’t have strength

To fill in this ditch

That I’ve dug for myself;

And move right along.

Well, it’s time I find

 New transitions

For my life-written song.

Dropping Hands

By: the iHope Poet

Throughout life one will know

What it means to let go

Of the hopes that she holds

Inside her broken hand.

Say goodbye with plain sorrow,

Yet she still tries to borrow

The comfort from yesterday’s

Place to stand.

By the time she is empty;

The wound’s getting heavy.

She’s found a new definition

Of living without breath.

And while she is dying

For the sake of not crying,

Others will seek her and save her

 From such heartbreaking death.

Throughout life pain is real,

We all know how it feels.

But with hope and support

Ache can be overcome.

She will soon surely learn

That all blessings are earned

By endurance and faith

All her hurt will be numb.

 

Feeling Important...

Or at least trying to.

I Want You to Miss Me

By: the iHope Poet

Well, it’s a good time to run away

There is nothing to miss if I have to stay

You can’t say goodbye if I don’t go

And then you’ll never know

Who you love the most

I still have a truce I need to call

I don’t like staring at an empty wall

I’ve hopes to gain some brief respite

So I say it’s your turn to want my light

Your indifference has left me for dead on the floor

Now let me leave your heart regretfully sore

Then it will be clear that I’m worth so much more

Than you give me credit for

Someday I’ll return refreshed and new

I hope then you’ll all love me good and true

That’s why I leave now, though it hurts a great deal

You won’t ever long for my help while I’m real

 Don’t make me feel bad or guilt me to stay

It’s better for now if I just go away

 Please, say farewell as I turn my back now

And hopefully I will find myself allow

A way to stay with you somehow

 

picking myself up again...

Finding My Heights

By: the iHope Poet

There’s no more to believe in,

Not much to achieve, no

Motives to make me

Change my mind.

I’m turning around now.

I’m switching the paths, to

Find a new way towards

What I left behind.

I feel such emptiness

That grows and fills my soul,

As I get lost inside the

Trials of my destiny;

All that I will ever be.

I’m finding my heights, yes

I’m reaching the sky but

I must stop to rest, I’ll

Need strength for this test.

It’s no use to hide, I'm

 Not going to die. There

Aren’t winners or losers and

I won’t be the best.

I know it’s vital to

Remember who I am,

But all I’ve ever been is

Locked too deep inside to find.

The pain and tears are still there

But dry.

I guess in the end it

Will all just depend on

My foes and my friends and

How my attitude bends.

I’ll have to let go of

My fears of the past, then

Find my own place in

This world and amend.

 

 

Learn & Grow

Not Afraid to Learn

By: the iHope Poet

There are different ways to learn

Well I’m not afraid to try

Each and everything I face

I won’t attempt them just to shine

I‘ll not complain -- I’m not alone

 Others will work along beside me

Times are hard so that we can grow

And if we all stand we'll succeed.

So if life’s changes are continuous

Come what may with joy or sorrow

I’ll accept it all with God’s grace

And make the most of it tomorrow.

 

Lazy, My Mistake

By: the iHope Poet

Maybe it’s wishing

Maybe it’s lying

Perhaps it’s nothing but the truth.

Hoping to make it

Then falling to break it

Knowing the old word can’t be new.

Well, tomorrow's a new day

Just think of it that way

And each time you’ll be satisfied.

Cry out all your tears

And wish empty your fears

Keep all your comfort that at least you tried.

It will last ‘til the end

And then you’ll want to re-spend

All these days that you wasted waiting for a break.

But don’t come crying to me

Because I’m clean and free

Of what I warned you would be a mistake.

"Storylines"

One Story

                             By: the iHope Poet                                              

A story can be Retrospective,

So by the end you’re living it all again.

Page by page, word by word,

And even now mine is still undying.

The first words are self-defining;

The world has you lost until the book places you anew.

As you walk the paths of your written fantasy

You’ve not a care in the world, and nothing worth fighting.

But you only stroll in peace for but a moment,

For trials and change are constant and most certain.

The tears of fate and pain for what you have and will lose,

Oh, so disheartening, yet too easy to foretell.

Well, any reader wishes for the hero’s victory.

And I can only hope you’ll do your best.

Although you and your book have placed this new life,

Whoever the writer is can truly choose to make things better.

So now that all is rough and old and wasted,

Now that you have seen what “new” can mean,

Now there are only two good questions left  to answer:

Are you the writer or the hero? Are you set out to be what you will be?

Does your "storyline" define you?

Choosing to Stand Firm

Fighting the Compromises

By: the iHope Poet

Break a heart,

Shatter glass,

Make it start.

The rain is falling fast.

Lightning gleams,

Thunder rolls,

Shadows pass;

But there’s more to this than that.

Battling

Against the world

In the dark

Is harder than it looks

All the words,

All the cares

And all the hurt

Make life misunderstood.

When hope is lost,

Powers change,

You disappear

To join the other side.

And as I look

Through the foe’s

Tempting glass,

The mirror of compromise;

It’s you I see

Standing lost,

Turned around,

Hoping to find what made

The easiness

Of their black

Battlefield

Seem real before it fades.

Well, I wish you luck,
There's little chance

Of your return.

It was your choice to go.

Now I’m alone

Wanting help,

Needing strength;

I’ll not be tricked into letting go.

To All of My Sisters

Baby Girl

By: the iHope Poet

Beauty in the night

What a precious sight

I want you to know

It’s okay to cry

Keep watch in the sky

There’s a place to go.

It’s our destiny

To be here, you see

Looking up past the darkness

You’ll find the stars.

Miracles will come

Keep your faith and some

Wishing on the moon

If you aim too high

Don’t give up but try

Not to fly too soon.

Now’s the time to fail

So when hope seems frail

Take the second chance searching

For ways to learn.

You have touched each heart

Right from every start

I knew you’d be strong

Knowing wrong from right

Ready to take flight

One that will last long.

It’s our destiny

To be here, you see

Looking up past the darkness

You’ll find the stars.

it could be Raining

If I Could Rain

By: the iHope Poet

I stand in the rain

and feel the rhythm it forms

Drip drop, drip drop…

I am inspired

I see myself

With the potential to be anything

A musician, a writer

An artist

This water falls, and fills the air

With hope and talent.

If I could rain,

I’d send down lightning bolts of exhilaration

The thunder would shake

The earth with ideas

The smell of dew would

Spread my influence

And the clouds would form my purpose.

If I could rain,

The world would witness

Every tree reach up

Towards the sky

Thirsting for more

Each bird would fly

Alongside every raindrop

And the sun?

The sun would watch from behind the clouds

Holding back its light ‘til after

The day that I rain.

It would be dark

With strikes of energy lighting the air

And thunderous booms! keeping each soul alert

Every mind would be in deep thought

The atmosphere would be seen from each angle

As a sky of concentration
a thick fog of imagination.

Oh, if I could rain.

I would rain

My heart, my mind

My strength

My determination, my dreams

And my inspiration

Each raindrop would be

A storm

Of my life.

a Negative Outlook

People think of this world and very often connect it to negative things. War, death, pain, hatred. Many negative things. We are all human beings with agency and opportunities. The differences between each of us are defined by how we choose to take and use the opportunities we are presented with in our own lives. With every choice taken comes consequences of varied degrees. Ultimately, those consequences define our world.

In explanation, As We Die is a poem I wrote based off of a dream I had about war. As I learn about the different world occurrences, I realize this is a subject that can be related to a lot of countries and people now.

As We Die

By: the iHope Poet

Another cry in the wind

More moans of pain and agony

The blood and tears

Spilt shamelessly

Through the bitter ends of whatever war

Man may fight

And still another cry

As they die.

The sounds of hope and freedom

Ring

Fruitlessly in the foul air

The bare trees hold empty memories of what is left

To be no more

No hope, nor freedom rings

Even as they used to sing

For now they die

All light is forsaken

In this land of sick play

In this place of death and sadness

Renewed

Some try to walk again

Yet, they still each remain

In the dirt

With the sorrow and hurt

As they die

Each cloud stares back from the sky

Black and dank

Spilling rain on their wounds

Turning salt into mercy

Death is dealt by the hand

Of swift pride in this land

And they wish for respite

From the pain

As they die

I’m unscathed from this insanity

But I ache 
For the harmed

And the bitten, the smitten

The hate

So I lie on this ground

As I cry like each sound that I hear in the wind

Speaks of curse without end

Oh, I cry and I cry

As now I lay to die

With those who will die

Along with me

Under trees unforgiving and bent

Over our white faces

Which speak of such death

And the water is stained

Yes, your hearts are as well

For we die

Through our innocence and refusal to fight

In our weakness

We’ll live in much better places

As you laugh

At our forms in the dark

And we die.

The guilt will hang heavy

In your memories

Of pride

Even

As we died