Top 100 Hope Poetry Quotes
#2. I hope for a light grief in old age.
I was born in Rome and it has returned to me.
My autumn was a kind of she-wolf,
And August - the month of Caesars - smiled at me.
Osip Mandelstam
#3. We know
The wheel of time moves on
New bonds, new ties ignite
Moments fleet, memories drift, shadows glide
There is always a hope
At the horizon we seek.
Balroop Singh
#4. Dreaming of getting you
I loosed everything
Cheerfulness of smile
And all the dreams of life
Hasil Paudyal
#5. i can't hold onto love.
i'm not gentle enough.
i always end up
crushing the thing
in between my fingertips.
AVA.
#6. Your breaking point will be a bloody refuge, not a clean slate.
Christina Hopp
#7. To write a poem you must have a streak of arrogance
not in real life I hope. In real life try to be nice. It will save you a hell of a lot of trouble and give you more time to write.
Richard Hugo
#8. Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
Edgar Allan Poe
#9. And now we who are writing women and strange monsters
Still search our hearts to find the difficult answers,
Still hope that we may learn to lay our hands
More gently and more subtly on the burning sands.
May Sarton
#10. I embraced a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.
Frank O'Hara
#11. I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.
Shannon L. Alder
#12. I wish I could run into the world's arms. Linger within the spaces between nothing. I wish I could filter out of existence. To live quietly without dying. I wish I could be cherished by life itself. To speak and sing volumes without lying to myself.
F.K. Preston
#13. we get brave.
we move.
we believe.
we keep going.
AVA.
#14. To enjoy the joy in life, always be drunk with love and poetry.
Debasish Mridha
#15. I hope, too, that my book will illuminate my belief that love of art - be it poetry, storytelling, painting, sculpture, or music - enables people to transcend any barrier man has yet devised.
Mary Ann Shaffer
#16. Today and every day:
I offer the universe my love
I offer the universe my peace
I offer the universe my beauty of hope
I offer the universe my deepest gratitude
for her hospitality and generosity
Debasish Mridha
#17. What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
Seeming to bury that posterity
Which, by the rights of time, thou needs must have
If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?
If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
William Shakespeare
#18. Poetry offers the fairest hope of restoring our lost unity of mind.
Richard M. Weaver
#20. Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.
W.B.Yeats
#21. Poetry and painting have arrived to their perfection in our own country; music is yet but in its nonage [immaturity], a forward Child, which gives hope of what it may be hereafter in England, when the masters of it shall find more Encouragement.
Henry Purcell
#22. I see little hope for democracy as an effective form of government, but I admire the poetry of how it makes its victims complicit in their own destruction.
Eliezer Yudkowsky
#23. I've ceased to smile long ago,
The bitter winds now chill my lips,
Another hope was just let go,
Another song was added since.
Against my will, I'll cede this song
To people's laughter and offense,
Because love's silence for the soul
Is too unbearably immense.
Anna Akhmatova
#24. It's your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes; let them remain ours. I hope I haunt you.
Theodore Roethke
#25. Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I wouldn't say that to a dying man.
Don DeLillo
#26. For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
Alexander Pope
#27. Every flower has a poetry of love in her heart, every tree has a story of struggle in his mind.
Debasish Mridha
#28. The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.
Jenim Dibie
#29. All around us is a nothing that stretches on for infinity. We humans can barely comprehend that. If we comprehend it we are rarely pleased.
F.K. Preston
#30. Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love...
Soar
#33. I love the smell of coffee when I wake up in the morning. It gives me the awesome feeling of hope!
Avijeet Das
#34. American poetry has been part of a culture in conflict ... We are a people tending toward democracy at the level of hope; at another level, the economy of the nation, the empire of business within the republic, both include in their basic premise the idea of perpetual warfare
Muriel Rukeyser
#35. Local images have one kind of reality. 'U.S. 1' will, I hope, have that kind and another, too. Poetry can extend the document.
Muriel Rukeyser
#36. A penny for the moat, where all the ashen song be wrote - a tune for man, so long eloped in hours of decision and derisive hope. Flutter, flutter heart, beyond your base and noble part. All eyes behold the passing.
Chris Galford
#37. If you're reading this ...
Congratulations, you're alive.
If that's not something to smile about,
then I don't know what is.
Chad Sugg
#39. I have fallen,
for your words.
They are like,
a gossamer cobweb,
I have been,
embroiled,
decoyed,
snared into!
Incapacitated.
I fail to escape.
I fail to liberate.
Your words,
didn't redeem,
made me a,
captive instead.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
#40. Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be ...
William Wordsworth
#41. My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound.
My mind, I hope, will soon be found.
Tahereh Mafi
#42. Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Alexander Pope
#44. The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.
William Wordsworth
#45. Birthing hope from the madness
that perches on the fence
of our once perfect
dreams.
Jessica Kristie
#46. O we are wearied of this sense of guilt,
Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair,
Wearied of every temple we have built,
Wearied of every unanswered right, unanswered prayer,
For man is weak; God sleeps: and heaven is high:
One fiery-colored moment: one great love: and lo! we die.
Oscar Wilde
#47. But I hope you don't feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache.
Remember, you always will be.
Khadija Rupa
#48. FLESH
I drop my wedding ring
in holy water.
I hope it repels;
the years
of hate
and hope,
so I can finally relate
to the son we made.
Jessica Bell
#49. When I took my poetry class in school. I read an e. e. cummings poem. I don't mind eels except how they feels and maybe as meals. I knew there was hope for me.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
#50. Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
Aberjhani
#51. Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.
Susan Griffin
#52. Pure poetry in motion. A swift-moving, heartfelt tale of love and loss, two stories intersecting-an d connecting-by magic. Michelle Baker is a born poet, and a born writer. The Canoe is just the start of what I hope to be a long idyllic journey through the love and soul of the human heart.
Trent Zelazny
#53. Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.
Rumi
#54. And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.
from The Light, That Never Dies
Aberjhani
#55. Poetry is a religion without hope, but its martyrs guarantee the eternal truth of its dogma.
Jean Cocteau
#56. My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,
My gentle guide, in following thee.
Walter Scott
#57. The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#58. the time will come, my dear
when I will hold you close
and all will be
right again
in the world.
Sanober Khan
#59. I give a damn if any fan recalls my legacy, I'm trying to live life in the sight of GOD's memory.
Mos Def
#60. how these words, wait to die
in the arms of all the poetry..
yet to be written.
Sanober Khan
#62. Think what you hope for is that at different times of your life you're able to write the poetry that reflects the moment that you're in on your own journey.
Edward Hirsch
#64. Oh, Youth may listen patiently,
While sad Experience tells her tale,
But Doubt sits smiling in his eye,
For ardent Hope will still prevail!
He hears how feeble Pleasure dies,
By guilt destroyed, and pain and woe;
He turns to Hope - and she replies,
Believe it not-it is not so!
Anne Bronte
#65. These verses believe; they love; they hope; that is all.
Arthur Rimbaud
#66. Poetry
even bad poetry
may be our final hope.
Edward Abbey
#67. You call it hope - that fire of fire!
It is but agony of desire.
Edgar Allan Poe
#68. Rare indeed is the seed who can bury its nightmares & still stem & blossom into its wildest dreams.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#69. I hope that the feeling of making poetry is not confined to the people who write it down. There is no luxury like it, and I hope we all share it ... I am sure that the great glory of poetry in one's heart does not wait on achievement.
Stella Benson
#70. Everything is an echo of something I once read.
Dream, hope, and celebrate life!
Love always comes back in a song.
One thing we all have in common is a love for food and drink.
Memories never die, and dreams never end!
What is time?
John Siwicki
#71. I have experienced healing through other writers' poetry, but there's no way I can sit down to write in the hope a poem will have healing potential. If I do, I'll write a bad poem.
Marilyn Hacker
#72. There is nothing to me but you. I know it's pathetic but, oh darling, it's true.
F.K. Preston
#73. You're my story,
you're my poetry,
you're my flower
you're my deep driving desire.
Debasish Mridha
#74. this life
has been
a landscape
of pain
and still,
flowers
bloom in it.
Sanober Khan
#75. There are two kinds of love. One kind you live with, the other you write poetry about.
Debasish Mridha
#77. I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health.
I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope.
I cannot say for sure that this country is cursed,
Honey flows with the milk, and the milk might curdle.
Eli7
Elizaveta Mikhailichenko
#78. He calls me desperate (on my tombstone)
I hope poetic license will allow: HUNGRY
Eli Coppola
#79. A compelling and important story of First Word War Scotland, a time when women redefined the word hope as the world was losing its innocence. Andrea MacPherson writes beautifully, balancing the lives of her characters between history and the poetry of gesture, secrets and love.
Ami McKay
#80. There is no hope for the hopeless but there is always some love for the loveless.
Santosh Kalwar
#81. I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me.
Phar West Nagle
#82. I'm fighting my way into existence, and I will keep doing so until the end of time.
Charlotte Eriksson
#83. Where the cheerful children
of unwritten poems,
play all around,
you will find me there.
Khadija Rupa
#84. I keep dying and hoping you notice me. But you're too busy living.
F.K. Preston
#85. Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the perform-ance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
Jean Cocteau
#86. Life with all it yields of joy and woe,
And hope and fear,
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.
Robert Browning
#88. Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#89. No holy place existed without us then,
no woodland, no dance, no sound.
Beyond all hope, I prayed those timeless
days we spent might be made twice as long.
I prayed one word: I want.
Someone, I tell you, will remember us,
even in another time.
Sappho
#90. I once tried hawking my own book around the pubs in the hope that, like the Salvation Army, I too could sell to the cerebrally relaxed. It was a disaster. I had beer thrown over me for being a) a nuisance, b) not as good as Wordsworth and c) a nancy for writing poetry in the first place.
Peter Finch
#91. That's the thing about love
It can take you up to the mountaintop and can drop you
And the impact will either kill you or make you a new person
Kehinde Sonola
#92. And then,
There was a love
Shining so bright,
That even the darkest part
Of our hearts
Felt the warmth
Bryonie Wise
#93. Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!" - but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast.
Edgar Allan Poe
#94. I am a lover of love and I am a lover of words, and the two together spin visions of airy castles, but also may pierce the heart of hope. And so I remind you that I am a fool, a poet, and what matters is reality, not lovely words. Words are full of promise, yet empty of matter.
Waylon H. Lewis
#95. Lay a golden egg.
After you built a nest,
You wait for a leg.
And you land next.
Now you hope and pray.
Expect for the best.
Go on with no delay.
Get it right at last.
Ana Claudia Antunes
#96. Here is a handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouth-
ful of dirt, this poetry.
Margaret Atwood
#98. The greatest happiness is a quiet kind. It's the tender understanding that we're living in a very strange place full of strange creatures. And there's quite a bit of wonder in that.
F.K. Preston
#99. History says, Don't hope
On this side of the grave,
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme
Seamus Heaney
#100. Tender Ember
... Barred and branded
to be forever unloved
I was a tender ember
seeking solace from above ...
Muse
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