Hope is the thing that catches you
When you have children
It perches in your soul like
A quiet song, you cannot explain it
Faith has feathers without words
It’s simple, profound
And has a quality that never stops
Its flight traverses dawns
Hope is a quality of purpose
To have a future is enough
Little birds must content with
All the dangers, just like you
Hope is not found in all
The parts of this world, some resent it
Others have reset it, it lingers
In the back of our minds
Even when storms have come
Hope inches you forward
Sore from tragedies, it brings you
Your people, and sometimes
That is enough to get through another day
Sometimes nobody comes
And you must go inside
To find the peace of the strangest sea
To find crumbs of divinity.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Unsung Hands by Satish Verma
- Madonna poem – Alfred Austin
- Алексей Плещеев – Когда твой кроткий, ясный взор
- Sleep Spaces by Robert Desnos
- Camp Followers Song Gomal River
- Sonnet 13 poem – John Milton poems
- A Stepmother’s Vain Love by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Half-Man by Satish Verma
- Sonnet 08 poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ну почему
- Remorse: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- Nigra Sum poem – Andrea “Vocab” Sanderson poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Serenade poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Ploughing the land by Yosa Buson
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
