A New Home Of Hope Poem by Abekah Emmanuel
A New Home Of Hope
Around me was a heavy bush,
The home of different species
of animals, including predators,
Both of dreams and reality.
And those that bring delicacy
to the village man's meal.
On the setting of foot in my vicinity,
One immediately smells and feels
the wind of abject poverty
blowing joyfully with no alacrity
While still holding our lives.
When you gaze the wooden structures
from afar, and how human beings
have hidden themselves in the lonely
corners of their caves,
shivering in their emaciated bones,
One can then see, smell, feel and even
hug that deadly disease called-poverty!
The buildings are hopeless,
bound to collapse at any stormy day,
The people are penniless,
bound to failure each day,
together, they are lifeless.
Indeed we were dead but unaware,
I was one but unperturbed,
And we cried loud but no one cared!
And so each day was a tragedy to us
Always desperate to end the play.
Though sometimes I expressed fear,
I didn't give up the fight,
For my hope was not empty,
neither was my faith shaking.
My dreams were alive,
fresh and blooming in mind.
And so the heavens opened to me,
Yes, one golden evening
as I saw my tears slowly wiped away,
And smiles bursting on my face
Like beams from the angry sun.
My tears were no more,
My trials have become triumph,
My faith has been strengthened
And so are my dreams,
Fresh and blooming in mind.
And now I live in a new home,
Which I call a new home of hope,
Where I live and dream bigger
Smiling at my bright future.
Here, predators are no more,
Whether of dreams or reality.
Dream on dear poet! Who knows what dreams are even possible until one dares to dream in fact and summons the courage to reach out and touch what seems to be an apparition. How can a dream ever come true that we refuse to dream? Dream on indeed!
I didn't give up the fight, For my hope was not empty, neither was my faith shaking. My dreams were alive, fresh and blooming in mind. Those who have fought against adversities without losing hope have reached great positions! Dreams and the perseverence to realize those dreams are things that matter! History gives umpteen examples of great men who have dared and won like Abraham Lincoln and Martin Luther King and many more! This poem breathing so much of hope, I really enjoyed!
I didn't give up the fight, For my hope was not empty, neither was my faith shaking. My dreams were alive, fresh and blooming in mind. Those who have fought against adversities without losing hope have reached great positions! Dreams and the perseverence to realize those dreams are things that matter! History gives umpteen examples of great men who have dared and won like Abraham Lincoln and Martin Luther King and many more! This poem breathing so much of hope, I really enjoyed!
It saddens me to read the words of this poem. In this day and age no-one should be living in abject poverty. Some have to go without for others to have far more than they deserve. You have a good head Abekah, your hopes are beginning to be realised. What you now have is opportunity, make the best use of it that you can. Use the skills you acquire to help others less fortunate. An excellent read. Well done.
This is a very poignant write! You can feel the danger looming that saps the life out of any peace one might have. You can sense the deep despair for the writer as well as those in the surrounding vicinity. But you also feel that power that lives within the depths of the writers soul and how he embraces the opportunity to confront his fears and slay them giving him back the peace he once had as a child and making him strong to be able to help the others in need around him. I, myself have been homeless in times as past part of a social experiment and partly forced on me as well out of unfortunate and some very unlucky circumstances. So I know what it feels like to have no shelter, no peace, no food or drink. I was in one of the worst projects within the US where murders, rape, predators of all kinds roamed the streets and the cops dare not get involved but stayed back and watched as people kill each other off. Where everyday was/is a struggle to survive and get out of that situation, So on a microscale of what your nation experiences I've experienced it as well just not on your scale. So In coming out of that I can greatly sympathize with that situation more than most that have never quite experienced such a thing. Great poem definetly does give one some hope.
For not rhyming this poem is pretty striking. My favorite line: indeed we were dead but unaware. It sounds like a lot of people that I know who are well off financially but do not learn to truly live because they are caught up in the dying things that do not make any sense. Even though they have every right to be alive they shove life away and live their whole lives as dead people never truly seeing through the mist.
A beautifully sad and hopeful poem. By the end of the line 'And we cried loud but no one cared! ' I was also in tears. It's wonderful you have 'new home of hope', I hope many more can escape 'that deadly disease called-poverty! ' Darla :)
Yet HOPE is the anchor of my soul... Trials we survived made us stronger.... Continue to dream and hope while it's free... Continue to aim high and hit the mark..... Two thumps up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:42:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really your place seemed me heaven if so still a nice poem