Top 100 Poems About: HOPE

In this page, poems on / about “hope” are listed.
  • 1.
    Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

    'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
    That perches in the soul— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 2.
    The Hope Of My Heart

    "Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."

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    John McCrae
  • 3.
    To Hope

    WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
    And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
    When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,
    And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; read more »

    John Keats
  • 4.
    Y... In The Dark Of The Night (Poem About Hope, Hope, Hope))

    It is dark, no moon, no light
    Just darkness, a starless sky
    The wind blows, the waves break
    A single firefly passes by read more »

    Aufie Zophy
  • 5.

    Hope was but a timid friend;
    She sat without the grated den,
    Watching how my fate would tend,
    Even as selfish-hearted men. read more »

    Emily Jane Brontë
  • 6.
    Evelyn Hope

    Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
    Sit and watch by her side an hour.
    That is her book-shelf, this her bed;
    She plucked that piece of geranium-flower,
    Beginning to die too, in the glass; read more »

    Robert Browning
  • 7.
    Hope Your Happy

    I hope your happy with your life
    I hope your happy with your wife
    I hope you see what you have done
    I hope you see that this is all wrong read more »

    Jessica Anonymous
  • 8.
    Hope Is A Tattered Flag

    Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
    Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
    The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
    The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night, read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 9.
    Hope Holds To Christ

    . . . . . . . .
    Hope holds to Christ the mind’s own mirror out
    To take His lovely likeness more and more.
    It will not well, so she would bring about read more »

    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  • 10.

    The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life.
    The week is dealt out like a hand
    That children pick up card by card.
    One keeps getting the same hand. read more »

    Randall Jarrell
  • 11.
    The Instinct Of Hope

    Is there another world for this frail dust
    To warm with life and be itself again?
    Something about me daily speaks there must,
    And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain? read more »

    John Clare
  • 12.
    Work Without Hope

    All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
    The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
    And WINTER slumbering in the open air,
    Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring ! read more »

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge