hope street
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Jon Tyson on Unsplash
come on, let’s kick it
feel the beat
swing those arms, bruh
groove them feet
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.
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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.
Brokenness heals –
cracks wide our throbbing doors –
lets go, lets God,
lets out the flood that pours
from swollen skies.
It’s up to me to live my days
in sunlit hues or shady haze.
Though circumstance vies for control,
I chart the weather in my soul.
woke up this morning
clothed in gray
world dressed down
to shade my way
The years sit heavy on my back,
this face well-mapped by trails of pain.
These eyes, two tunneled railroad tracks,
are loath to bear the coming train.
Unsplash – Image by Tasi Zoltan
We come to life with dreams and possibilities.
Life comes at us with loss and liabilities.
The twain shall meet, must meet in lows and highs—
their interplay, the price of growing wise.