Hope is a feather fallen from wings
Standing tall as one voice sings
Rising against the heavy storms we each face
Keeping the faith in your hearts good grace
Ready to challenge the unjust ways
Brave against them and those each coming day
Hope is but a gentle whispering
A star in the night sky that is always glistening
Hope is the crack of dawn through the darkest of hours
Thousands of seeds planted blooming in flowers
Hope is the deep-rooted trees standing so strong and tall
Hope belongs to all those who are fighting the fool
It’s that inner spark that purges the soul
Ignites us when this world is taking its toll
Hope is where the crownless become king of kings
Where a flightless bird regains his wings
Hello Jessica,
I really enjoyed your positive and balanced poem.
Well Done
Yes, I prefer poems like this that have a solid rhythm and give a very satisfying sense of pace. It’s the sort of poem you want to read aloud.
Wow thanks Jim so lovely to read your compliments :)
To be honest Jessica, a lot of modern poetry leaves me completely baffled and frankly feeling a bit stupid. The metre is all over the place, the imagery incoherent and the message obscure. You write in an accessible way that anyone can understand. So I thank you for writing something that gives me pleasure to read and making me not feel dumb!
Thank you so much for your thoughtful complimentary comments I am so pleased to have come runner up!! :)
Lovely verse that flows effortlessly. There’s a lot of thought, not to mention heart, that has gone into the structure of this. The metre is easy to follow and and the repetition makes the sentiment grow stronger to the conclusion. And in the end there is that perfect book-ending with the start that leaves us, like the bird itself, on a satisfying high. Nice one, Jessica!