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Woman in Red

By: the iHope Poet

Woman in red,

The beauty of lost hope.

What is your name and who have you told?

Black jewel in crimson,

For whom do you mourn?

What have those weary eyes seen before?

Mother of tears,

Child of pain, born of fresh sorrow;

Go, find home again.

Women in red,

You weep for the dead, now let go of your sorrows

And find home again.

Fear of the Unknown

I See Cliffs.
By: the iHope Poet

Cliffs. They’re risky, and brutally honest with my line of vision. When I stand on the edge, the tip-top, slippery edge, all I can see is the fall ahead of me; the fall that could happen, but almost doesn’t seem likely – not until I actually lose my footing. And all I can think is, “My life could end right now.”  Though this idea is nearly suicidal, it’s practically settling as I face the narrow fact, looking down upon the steep reality of my situation.

But even aside from their stomach-lurching height, or the tricky games they play on my eyes and mind, perhaps the worst aspect of cliffs are how frequently they are depicted in all aspects of life.  I can often find myself leaping off cliffs that life casually carves out of day-to-day circumstances. Risks are taken; heights are either feared or jumped. Bones are broken as challenges are faced, and then limits are reached, sometimes even exceeded.
Because cliffs are so similar to many of life's experiences, I feel almost hesitant to acknowledge my anxiety, or else I’d be claiming to dread life itself. Can you imagine what people would think of such a suggestion?

So I’ll bite my tongue, because if there’s anything I do know, it’s that I love life. Therefore, I must somehow unknowingly love the mind-blowing, breath-taking and serene reality of a cliff, even when staring down from the peak of its danger. . .

"Alicia Who See's Mice"  ~ Sandra Cisneros

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It's Time

Dropped Off

By: the iHope Poet

Let go of.

That's what I am

And will be always.

Dropped on the steps

of my own front porch,

Left in the streets

that only lead one direction: Away. 

And I cannot stay. 

Life is meant to be traveled,

So I'll continue forward.

And though it's hard to not look back, 

I mustn't. Ever, or I'll cry 

and lose my focus on where I need to be. 

And the farther I go,

the less I stop, 

and the shorter I rest, 

So, the easier it is

for me to be

Let go. 

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And Letting Go

By: the iHope Poet

Saying goodbye

May or may not be as easy

As it seems at times.

The load is so heavy

And relief is the key

To move on.

Sometimes I think

That holding on makes me so strong

And I'm wrong.

Releasing the care

May be the way to learn

how to fly.

True, I must leave,

and maybe they'll miss me

Like I will miss them...

But whether or not;

My fingers are slipping,

As I reach the end.

Love & Death go Hand in Hand

Like Waves on the Shore

By: the iHope Poet

I can feel it beating strong,

the heart you let me keep,

and amidst the scattered moonlit stars, 

I'm lost in love so deep....

We dreamed of us tomorrow, 

and life, forever more. 

I never thought those nights would end

like waves against the shore. 

Such striking cold and darkness came 

and fought to take your place.

Funny how the death of love 

can make one feel erased. 

You left me here. You left me. 

The grave won't let you go --

and buried, too, in your dead grasp

are my lost heart and soul. 

I'm fighting now, against the pain, 

the fear is caving in,

so, when love comes to me again, 

I might just let him in. 

And for every heart I give away, 

I take the risk of losing;

but as long as I remember you,

that risk is well worth choosing. 

The truth is, love can always die, 

just like our lives down here.

But death is never quite as weak 

as when love reappears. 

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Foiled

*the last word of each line is the beginning of the next one. Each phrase is separate, yet is loosely connected to one idea. This is called an enjambment*

You Can't Hide
By: the iHope Poet

Run and hide, but wait, they'll see you
making your way around obstacles
pushing you back, running you down,
down you go into an endless realm of dark
skies and no hope left
behind, and you need to catch up
above, look there and just run
and hide, but wait, they'll see you!

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turned around

pull my heart

by: the iHope Poet

grab my hand and

pull my heart and

take my breath away.

blind my eyes, and 

close my ears and

silence out the day.

keep me close and

make me feel like

flowers in the rain --

then turn around and

stab my heart and 

leave me with my pain. 

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just close your eyes & think of something nice

the Fallen Stars

By: the iHope Poet

Falling starlight

Softly glowing,

Seen with sleeping eyes.

Once was living,

Brightly shining,

Now dead in the skies.

Life is lost, but

Light is finding

Not to disappear.

Stand below in

Search of hope for 

Miracles down here. 

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