Poetry about travelling with hope

Journey of Life — Travel With Hope

As I wind around the road
Wondering where I am going
Covering vast distances in my travels
Only just not knowing
Who I am
What am I doing
Or
What am I supposed to do
Sure is still a mystery to me
Surely even to you
I am traveling with hope and happiness
I am traveling with joy
I am looking for a rainbow above
In the cloudy sky

Lo and behold!
The colors appear
In their glorious hue,
They are spread out in a rainbow
Just for you and me
Reach out there and touch it
You can feel it in your heart
The memories of the struggle
The trials that have passed
But the rainbow still reminds you
That there is joy and hope
For all those who go and seek it
With great courage and great hope

Another poem about living life with great courage and hope. Keep on going.

The Sun Will Shine - Travel With Hope

Where is all that I wonder
Where is all that I seek
Searching for a destination
Climbing the highest peak
The highs can be really high
The lows real low below
A world with trials and tribulations
And the travel tough and slow
Everything seems to crumble
The sun losing its glow
The nights dark and dreary
The grey clouds seem to bellow

These moments are not forever
Remember, this too, shall pass
A window of light will bless you
Difficulties are not here to last
The wind will blow away dark clouds
The sun will melt the harsh snow
There is always spring after winter
To fill your days with warmth and glow

Sharing this beautifully penned poem by John Hansen.

Enjoy writing for Poetry Playground.

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Journey of Life was originally published in Poetry Playground on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

It’s time to wake up.

Has anyone else noticed —

That everyone is miserable?

The atmosphere is thick and heavy —

Anxiety is visible

When I leave the house for work —

The real work then begins

Will I keep a peace of mind —

Or will my mind give in?

At my job I always fight —

The fear that this is pointless

Every company just wants profits —

Making me feel choiceless

At first I wondered, as would you —

Is something wrong with me?

But everyone that’s heard my thoughts —

They feel the same as me

Enough about my inner struggles —

What about my home?

The birthplace of my ancestors —

Has sunken oh so low…

The land of opportunity?

The rich still call it that

But for the vast majority —

It feels more like a trap

From citizens to subjects —

The transition happens quickly

Grandparents had retirement plans —

Kicking in at 60

30 years and OUT, they called it —

Pensions the rest of your life

Since then it’s switched to 401k’s —

Where the timing must be right

“Oh no, no sir, do not withdraw now,

Not when all of your stocks are down!

I know you’re sick, but hang in there,

I must remind you, our system’s fair!”

The American Dream is turning nightmare, with a strong disguise,

Time is short, but time will tell, if we’ll see through the lies

If we don’t, it’s fair to say the slow death will continue,

The middle class will be no more and AI will replace you

Data and detention centers are built across the country,

No, nobody asked for this, our rich men are just hungry

Hungry to own more and more, eager to control,

First they come for your possessions, then your very soul

Yes, this is alarming, and yes it’s doom and gloom,

But if we were to work together, we could change it soon

Time will tell if we can do this, and fight those at the top,

Instead of being tricked and fighting those who pick our crop

They are not the problem, I pray one day we’ll see,

They are just like us…slaves in the machine.

Another poem you might enjoy:

Trials by Fire

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Dreaming in American was originally published in Poetry Playground on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

A short poem

Kindness is a hearty virtue
Where two or more hearts meet
Breathing in fresh salty air — enchanted, whimsical breeze
Kindness mirrored through the patter of waves
Soothing hearts and guiding deeds
Nature herself — a natural stage
Where kindness is felt in magical ways

A beautiful poem by John Hansen PAL, also using nature as a poetic metaphor.

Grey Skies or Blue?

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Kindness was originally published in Poetry Playground on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

It’s Pantoum-ime season!

The ocean’s waves rocked the boats’ line,

Bringing down the drowned upon the bottom.

It hit an iceberg in the abyss.

To enter the sea and start over.

Bringing down the drowned upon the bottom,

Its power never stops flowing,

To enter the sea and start over.

Moving things that glide through its arms.

It’s power never stops flowing,

Carrying the weight of the weary,

Moving things that glide through its arms.

On board a boat destined to sink.

Carrying the weight of the weary,

It hit an iceberg in the abyss.

Moving things that glide through its arms,

The ocean’s waves rocked the boats’ line.

The Titanic’s maiden voyage brings with it fear and fascination. I’m scared of it, yet intrigued by the stories and the tales. I certainly feel for the people who were on it.

Movie maker James Cameron did a good job bringing the Titanic to life on screen in 1997. He created the story, the illusion, the beauty, and the aftermath. It was a stylistic piece on death, life, opulence, and poverty.

Some liked it. Some didn’t.

Thank you Jonny Masters for the amazing writing prompt. I’m so glad they are back!

Poetry Playground Writing Prompt #53

I really enjoyed this one by John Hansen PAL.

Simple yet elegant.

Grey Skies or Blue?

Thank you for reading.

Through Titanic Lenses was originally published in Poetry Playground on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

As thoughts sift by

I wake up to the call of a shrouded sky

as nebulous clouds drift by my pane

I watch in silence as thoughts sift by

Oh, the mystery of life and rain.

As nebulous clouds drift by my pane,

I think of memories and promises to keep

Oh, the mystery of life and rain

Thoughts seep and gush so deep.

I think of memories and promises to keep

They whisper pearly reflections and sway

Thoughts seep and gush so deep

Emotions surge along the way.

They whisper pearly reflections and sway

I watch in silence as thoughts sift by

Emotions surge along the way

As my thoughts, they gently fly.

XOXO

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Thank you, Jonny Masters, for the pantoum prompt. You can read the prompt at the link below:

Poetry Playground Writing Prompt #53

This is a wonderful piece called Fireworks by SHON MAPP

Fireworks

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A Misty Rush was originally published in Poetry Playground on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.