In the distance

I Rise

By: the iHope Poet

Today I'm not myself

I'm scared that I might fall

You think you know my heart

You've broken down the wall

I think I might just die

But still, I'll stay and fight

And when you see me run, 

That's when you'll know, I'll rise

Today, I've changed myself

I've torn through all the lies

You thought you knew my heart

Yet I am new, I rise

Picture: Maren Smith 

finding the key

Locks

By: the iHope Poet

A lock without a key is

tough to crack. 

But if the lock belongs to you, 

only you 

could possibly have a key to find and use. 

The lock only keeps you out

long enough to protect you while you search for what is yours. 

A lock without a key is 

not an obstacle. 

It isn't placed to hold you back, 

rather, 

it represents a new opportunity behind the closed door. 

So take it or leave it, 

but if you accept the challenge, remember...

The harder it is to find the key, 

the better off you'll be after all. 

Once upon a...

Fresh Ink
By: the iHope Poet

So much depends
Upon paper and pen

To record the first glimpses
Of mind-shifting thoughts.

And hopeful expressions
To lift up your spirits,

And write in fresh ink
The new memories you've caught.

God Forbid

don't let me fall

by: the iHope Poet

God forbid me fall astray,

If I don't listen to the way

the rain falls on the pavement 

from the doorway. 

And I pray the sun will show 

the paths that lead me on, I'll follow...

please don't let me hear the echo

of the tempting steps beyond.

via

Kissed

Wind Blown
By: the iHope Poet

The wind kissed my lips, 

brushed his lingering fingertips

across my brow and through my hair,

then left before I could despair

the absence of his fleeting touch. 

The wind danced with me

one precious night, exalted me

above the stars. 

I still have chills from flying so far.

in the embrace of the wispy sky. 

So kissed and blown away
am I, a helpless girl with nothing left to say.
The wind is mine,
but I cannot be his, by God's design,
he must blow another way.

Oh, my wind-kissed soul!
my fluttered heart he touched and stole,
but now he's far away from me.
I fell through his hazy arms
and today, he cannot cool the blistered marks

scorched upon my head by the burning of the sun,
the burning sun, with no such wind I used to know
to blow away the pain.
The burning sun,
the sun, alone.   

Color Poems!

Gray
A dim twinkling of light
Sneaking past shuttered window
My eyes are still closed, but I see the fresh gray.
Feeling sick from the fall,
But the black’s fading quickly,
And slowly gray hands help me find a new way.
On a swing in the autumn;
Frozen in time.
In the air,
In suspense, hanging up in swift flight.
Shallow clouds, empty rain,
Walking slowly forever;
But never
Forgetting I’m going somewhere.
Black
Abrupt plunge through some darkness
And feeling the edge
Of the walls, for a touch of unseen reality.
A shadow of the past
Following me,
As I blindly seek some way out of the unknown.
Black ink on paper,
Staining mistakes with its abstract silhouette…
Maybe black cannot be erased.
Hot Pink
Sweet, spicy,
Awake,
Standing boldly alone.
Its own individual of loud, brilliant resonance.
The brightest of colors,
With a tangy aftertaste.
Anything hot pink is not to be forgotten!
Sugar Orange
Sharp to behold
And smooth to touch;
Its bittersweet surface
May be somewhat deceiving.
A rusted combination
Of yellow and red,
With a touch of polish
To make a sparkly shine.
Whatever you do,
Do not ever hesitate
To make the most
Of what this bright sugar
Has to offer.

a LITTLE thought...

"the journey counts twice the step."
by: the iHope Poet

if progression is worth twice as much
than each small step is counted as such;
made twice as big outside the distance...

and the reaching of each destination
is all the more miraculous.


 

of... The Sky ...

Of Stars and Clouds

By: the iHope Poet

My dreams are made

Of stars and clouds,

A mix of grays and gold.

And filled with shades of joy and doubt

And secrets never told.

My heart reflects

The skies above,

The mists accented with illumination;

Where only the darkness of the night

Can outline their constellations.

My eyes soak in 

The upward view

Of the heaven’s many wonders.

The spinning of the stars and clouds; 

Their tears and strikes and thunders. 

I hope to fly 

With stars one day

 And hide among the wispy clouds.

Then I will know just what to say

Of the place my soul will’ve finally found. 

a Villanelle

Meant to Be

By: the iHope Poet

 How deeply does meaning in life take its form? 

When reflections are broken and mirrors are gone dark, 

Maybe then they can find what’s behind the closed door. 

Sometimes the goodness in light seems no more, 

And all the things evil have left there black mark.

So, how deeply does meaning in life take its form? 

What is there in life which is meant to be torn?

If there is any match for some small hope to spark, 

Maybe it will reveal what’s behind the closed door.

And then perhaps truth will at last be reborn,

So a journey is made for the brave to embark.

 How deeply does meaning in their life take form? 

Yet, in the end, when their triumph is weary and worn,

When their last strength is weakened and ragged with scars,

Maybe they will not find what’s behind the closed door.

But since failure is meant to be, they should not mourn,

And in asking the wisdom of long-blackened stars,

 Just how deeply meaning in life takes its form? ,

  Maybe then they can find what’s behind the closed door.

i Found this Poem

Truly

*Compiled* by: the iHope Poet

Would you scale the highest heaven?

Star people are rare, you’ll be lucky to meet another -

Can you hear it?

Can you see it? 

Some people think the stars must look closer from up here. 

But if men only understood --

They don’t. 

When you’re up here, you realize how distant they really are. 

How impossible to reach. 

I see them gaze upon distant skies of ideals inaccessible and vain

Star of wisdom once told the wise ones,
 Heavenward looking,

Sometimes the stars are lost,

Lost as a light is lost in light.

You must truly look. 

So I am.

I’m lying here wistfully

Looking up at the stars

And knowing how and knowing that,

Has made all the difference.

Sources:

• If Men Only Understood; Star of Wisdom; and Would You Scale the Highest Heaven, James Allen
• Star Girl, Jerry Spinelli
• Reached, Allie Condie
• I Am Not Yours, Sarah Teasdale
• Looking Up At the Stars, Hazel Connelly
• The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

asking ?'s . . . :@ WILL

I Too Am a Child

By: the iHope Poet

When will we get there?

When will this long journey end?

I know little children have asked this time again,

But in many ways, I too am a child like them. 

How long does the starlight

Travel to reach distant sky?

I realize their journey,  

And the sight in the darkness makes me want to shine. 

But each day the whiteness 

Of heaven seems farther away.

When will I find it? What is the purpose of wait?

I know the answer, but sometimes I have to ask why. 

So when will we get there? 

How long will this journey last? 

I’m still a little girl, learning to grow,

Impatient for time to stop moving so slow.

But I know after all,

That someday we’ll find it,

This journey will end

And I’ll be reminded

Of the time we have spent, 

Of the distance we’ve traveled 

And the good will we’ve meant…

And at long last, I’ll be home once again.