Beach Vibes
©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Adam Berkecz on Unsplash
I’m out here on the boardwalk,
watching life fly by.
It rides on bikes or skateboards –
cruises on a runner’s high.
I hope you will enjoy this collection of my personal hope poems. Writing them brought me joy, and maybe they will do the same for you. Hope poems offer motivation when we’re down, inspiration when we’re stuck in neutral, and validation when we’re on top of the world. Hope really is that “thing with feathers on.” It is my hope that readers will fly through this collection on silver wings and soar to new heights. Or at the very least, feel like maybe good things are possible.
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, simply read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
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I’m out here on the boardwalk,
watching life fly by.
It rides on bikes or skateboards –
cruises on a runner’s high.
Life is a mountain all must climb.
The trails are rough and steep.
Sometimes the obstacles are great,
and hope is hard to keep.
Hope is a lark with joy-notes on –
rising up and taking wing –
warbling streams of sweet birdsong
to make even the sad heart sing.
I’m reaching for the kind of faith
that holds me through the night,
that wraps me up in warmth and love
until the morning light.
I’m looking for the hope that sees
beyond a padlocked gate
to rows of dancing daffodils
that stand and wave and wait
to greet the sun and claim the day,
to sweep away the night,
to whisper God is over all,
and all is well and right.
Reaching for light,
blooms bright against the
coming of the night,
we stand as one and shun
the close of day.
come on, let’s kick it
feel the beat
swing those arms, bruh
groove them feet
Even the peaceful soul must know distress.
Knowledge was never gleaned from nothingness.
Duress is key, yet joy brings lessons too.
Bitter and sweet (combined) divine what’s true.
Hope was not meant
to lock in the result
that we hope for.
Hope is simply a force
to ease burdens and
light our way through.