Hope – Krantol Northic


Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer’s day
Hope is the knowledge of stability
from a son in mourning
Hope is the bright shining light
keeping the darkness at bay

Hope is the calming warmth
during a cold winter
Hope is the determination
of an athlete on the track
Hope is the potential
of a newborn baby
Hope is the love
between you and me

Hope springs eternal 

Hope – Krantol Northic

Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer’s day
Hope is the knowledge of stability
from a son in mourning
Hope is the bright shining light
keeping darkness at bay

Hope is the calming warmth
during a cold winter
Hope is the determination
of an athelete on the track
Hope is the potential
of a newborn baby
Hope is the love
between you and me

Hope springs eternal

Hope – Jodi Right

Sigh not for there is hope
Doubt not because it is there
Just seek it
Let thy eye wander far
Just touch it
Let thy hands lay softly
Just live it
Let thy heart fill the cold
And conquer
Laugh in joy not in cruelness
Cry always but not in pain
Sing tunes for the far
And Dance for the near
Wonder not
Because hope never dies

Classic Poem – Hope – Joseph Addison

Our lives, discoloured with our present woes, 

May still grow white and shine with happier hours. 

So the pure limped stream, when foul with stains 

Of rushing torrents and descending rains, 

Works itself clear, and as it runs refines, 

till by degrees the floating mirror shines; 

Reflects each flower that on the border grows, 

And a new heaven in it’s fair bosom shows.

Poem – Hope – Mahmoud Darwish

Still there is on thy saucers remains of honey Kick out the flies so that you can protect the honey 

Still there is on their vines clusters of grapes 

O, guarders of vines, drive foxes out, 

Therefore, grapes will be ripe healthy. 

Still there is at thy houses mat and door 

Close up the way of wind away out of thy children 

Perhaps they can sleep 

Wind is very cold and you should close doors. 

Still there is effluent blood in their hearts, 

You may keep it and don’t throw away 

A new fetus is still unborn waiting the dawn 

Still there is at thy hearth remains of firewood 

Still there is coffee and a bundle of blaze