Seek to grow.

Pain Can

By: the iHope Poet

See what pain can do to a man --
Can turn him fair, or drain him pale.
Will break him open, or draw him closed.

See what pain will do to a man
When he chooses life over vengeance cold,
Or else shuts his heart out from the warmth.

See how pain is changing a man
Who soon forgets the deeds misdone,
Compared to one who can’t let go.

See that pain is good in a man
Who sees what good still can be made,
And doesn’t waste from building walls.

Seek that growth from pain in a man.

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It hasn't been real..

Until Now
By: the iHope Poet

With you I can see
just how much I have never
been loved before now.

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Love is blind.. Again

The Feeling

By: the iHope Poet

Did it feel like this

when you wrote me then,

when I read your words by paper and pen?

Did it feel like this

when you kissed me slow,

and you said you loved me as you held me close?

Did I think these thoughts,

Did I hope these hopes,

Did I dream these dreams?

Was I just as close?

Am I blinded again,

by that thing called love:

Not real, not true, but warm enough?

Did I feel like this,

now that he is here,

and you've left me hanging, so I'm stuck in fear -

Is this how it felt to be with you,

Or do I finally have it right, is this something new?

Well, he kisses me slow, in a different way.

And he holds me close, even from far away.

Now I'm thinking these thoughts,

I hope these hopes --

I dream these dreams,

but am I just as close?

Am I really falling

off the same burnt bridge?

Is he just another you, from when I felt it then?

Did it feel like this

when you touched my hand,

when you pulled my heart and you changed my plans?

Did I feel like this

now that he's my date,

and my whole world's never gonna be the same?

Did I think these thoughts,

did I hope these hopes,

did I dream these dreams,

was I just as close?

Cuz I loved you then,

but now I have him.

Is the feeling real now, or am I blind again?

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Achy

Just a Drizzle
By: the iHope Poet

Our time has past
and too late
I'm forgetting to keep breathing.

Darling, you kept my heart beating
all those years;
behind us now.

Mem'ries burn
as tears flood,
and words get a little achy.

But Darling, I'll keep saving
just a drizzle
of our love.

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It hurts worse..

Lie Softly

By: the iHope Poet

Gentle fingers 

often torment

more than careless words. 

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Butterflies and Wishing Wells

The Fire

By: the iHope Poet

I forgot about the butterflies,

their wings that keep me up at night,

the dreams that make me wish that I

was somewhere flying next to you.

I forgot about the bashful smiles,

the frequent grins from broad to mild,

and how they make my heart go wild

for someone just across the room.

I forgot about the fiery surge

that comes with such a rampant scourge

of passion, gold, and wishing, bold,

from praying what will last is you.

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New Fears

Trounced
By: the iHope Poet

And now my great fear

of falling in love, is trounced

by letting love go.

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On Phone Calls

Missed

By: the iHope Poet

I saw your name light up my screen

And panicked when I heard the ring.

There is a fear inside of me

that you don't really care to talk.

And so I waited till it passed --

I held my breath and watched the clock. 

I didn't answer when you called,

I'm sure that you can understand.

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Somehow Full

Broken Open
By: the iHope Poet

I'm raw today
& open.
I'm not afraid to cry.
My heart is broke,
but full of hope,
& turned towards
the sky.

The Ex and The Lover

because a part of you
still tries
By: the iHope Poet

love is a ghost
you can't control
       it lingers
       when you turn your back
                 and haunts you
                 when you look away            
        it trips you
        as you're falling out
love makes you hurt
to let it go.

Believer

I Want to Be
By; the iHope Poet

When I was a little girl
miracles happened.
I saw them every day.
They do not happen any less, now,
but I have become less of a witness than a passerby.
Less of a believer.

When I was a little girl,
God cared about me.
The world was important too and all,
but in my eyes, to Him, I was the world.
He does not care any less, now,
but I have become less of a feeler than a reasoner.
Less of a believer.

When I was a little girl,
Nothing was impossible.
Miracles happened, and I knew I was loved.
The world is still at my fingertips,
and God is no loess capable of lifting me up.
But I have become less of a child than an independent.
Less of a believer.

Today, I'm just a little girl,
trying to remember
what it's like to be in His arms.
I'm looking for the miracles, feeling for His love,
and trusting in His vision.
Because I want to be more of a witness
than a passerby.
More of a feeler than a reasoner.
And more of God's child than the world's.
I want to be a believer.

You Chose the Sky

The Last Kiss

By: the iHope Poet

Something pressed against my lips, 

I think it was your final kiss. 

A finger traced my aching heart -

all thoughts coherent grew amiss. 

Something pulled me close to you, 

I think it was that fear I knew. 

My locks were rattled, cages sprung, 

And as you turned, you proved me true. 

Some perfection held me still - 

I won't forget my dying will, 

to make you stay inside my arms

- and for a moment I was filled. 

Something told me not to cry, 

and I refrained as we goodbyed. 

But endless were the tears that fell, 

as soon as you took to the sky. 

Something lingered on my lips, 

You knew it was our final kiss. 

But you will never feel the pain 

of losing such a love as this. 

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Different Paths

two horizons
By: The iHope Poet

the ocean and the sky form two horizons.
        a second shade of blue atop the first.

some people sail the shoreline
        others cross in flying planes.

and both routes last a distance
        that can quench the traveler's thirst.

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Never coming back.

You Loved this Lover
By: the iHope Poet

Moments pass when longing leaves me
aching at the door.
And I start feeling empty from
the pain of years before.
I sometimes feel abandoned, lost,
imperfect in my fears.
But then I am reminded
of the reasons for my tears.

You kissed these lips, you held these hands,
you loved this lover, once.
And though you're never coming back,
my heart's forever touched.

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Ghosts

Pushing Cares

By: the iHope Poet

I pushed a ghost on the swing today,

I lifted her worries and cares.

At the park, she and I watched the weight of the world

while it soared, as if naught, through the air.

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when the timing is wrong

Time is a Crooked Thing

By: the iHope Poet

The hour hand on my pocket watch

is crooked in its place. 

I check it several times a day,

and try to match its passive face. 

Life never fails -- the sun comes up 

and sets again each night,

even though my pocket watch 

cannot predict the times quite right. 

And every day I see you there, 

I try to look away. 

The struggle with the hour hand 

all started when you came to say, 

My Darling, you will find at times

that time itself will flee.  

And fragile moments come and go

without the use of clocks and things.

When counting on my pocket watch 

to tell when love will pass, 

I hope you know I've learned quite well, 

the crooked hand will never last. 

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A prayer.

Lasting is the Trial
By: the iHope Poet

Waiting is a prayer.
A hope that swells so full inside,
and stirs up the air of your day in a stride.

Longing is a loss.
It pours your soul out on the floor,
all joys are tossed for the sake of what's more.

And lasting,
Lasting is the trial.
Requiring such a drawn-out while.

So much will and deep-end struggle,
longing for respite somewhere.
But waiting is the prayer.

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Left here tonight

Pillow Stains

By: the iHope Poet

The longest nights are known by those

whose eyes remain unclosed. 

And waterfalls are loudest to 

the girl whose heart he stole. 

The tears, the stains, the renting pain, 

it's all left in a heap. 

This is the pillow of the girl 

who cries herself to sleep. 

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