Nod to Starry Night
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
Starry Night by Alex Ruiz
In the mind or in the meadow,
we must find our starry night.
From the green hills or the ghetto,
we are moved to set things right.
Hope Poems
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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Lifted
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Portia Lee
On a quiet summer morning,
after night’s unbroken rest,
I look past the tree-framed window
and discover I am blessed.
Scatter Wishes
Unwind
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
What lovelier way to unwind can be found
than to visit a realm where ideas abound?
Passing Place
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
photo by Steven Kelley
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When you are stuck in second gear
and can’t seem to get by
the creeping trucks and pokey schmucks
before your weary eye;
Stars: The Power Is Ours
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
image by Usukhbayar Gankhuyag on Unsplash
shining your light
If every star in heaven’s sky surrendered to the night,
perhaps the moon would lose heart and concede the steady light
that anchors every one of us until the sun’s return.
Our universe has much to teach us; will we watch and learn?
Zig, Zag, Zen-Ball
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
image by Jose Francisco Morales on Unsplash
Sometimes we zag instead of zig
or zig when we should zag.
We go small, meaning to go big;
slide home, but miss the bag.
The Bright Side
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Photo by Danie Franco on Unsplash
My grandma always told me
attitude was everything.
Each point of view was mine to take:
my choice to sigh or sing.