Poet: Jancarl Campi
One day
you will see
that it all
has finally come together.
What you have
always wished for
has finally come to be.
You will look back
and laugh at what has passed
and you will ask yourself,
"How did I get through all of that?"
Just never let go of hope.
Just never quit dreaming.
And never let love
depart from your life.
Hope Quotes
Poet: Martin Tupper
Never go gloomy, man with a mind,
Hope is a better companion than fear;
Providence, ever benignant and kind,
Gives with a smile what you take with a tear;
All will be right,
Look to the light.
Morning was ever the daughter of night;
All that was black will be all that is bright,
Cheerily, cheerily, then cheer up.
Many a foe is a friend in disguise,
Many a trouble a blessing most true,
Helping the heart to be happy and wise,
With love ever precious and joys ever new.
Stand in the van,
Strike like a man!
This is the bravest and cleverest plan;
Trusting in God while you do what you can.
Cheerily, cheerily, then cheer up.
Poems About Happiness
Poet: Max Ehrmann
Deny me all the good of earth —
All joy and soul-rebounding mirth,
All wealth and rank and love's great days;
But leave one thing by which to cope
With ebbing life's dim evening rays —
Leave me but hope.
Famous Poems About Life
Poet: Emily Dickinson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Poet: Roy L. Smith
No nation can hope -
For prosperity so long as millions are denied opportunity.
For peace that does not cultivate the goodwill of other nations.
For honor which does not respect other nation's honor.
For safety which does not deal openly with other nations.
For international respect which does not respect international opinion.
For profitable trade which undertakes to get all the profits.
For permanence which defies the moral order of the universe.
Poet: Kate R. Stiles
Don't let the song go out of your life;
Though it chance sometimes to flow
In a minor strain, it will blend again
With the major tone, you know.
What though shadows rise to obscure life's skies,
And hide for a time the sun;
They sooner will lift, and reveal the rift,
If you let the melody run.
Don't let the song go out of your life;
Ah! it never would need to go.
If with thought more true and a broader view
We looked at this life below.
Oh! Why should we moan that life's springtime has flown,
Or sigh for the fair summer time?
The autumn hath days filled with paeans of praise.
And the winter hath bells that chime.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2020
We can lose many things in life
We may find we have had our share of strife
But the one thing you never want to lose
Is your hope, you get to choose.
You can stay focused on the negative today
You can blame others in every way
But at the end of it all,
Our hope will prevent us from a fall.
You see focusing on things will get better
Will keep our lives centered
To look forward with positive hope
Rather than sit around and mope.
Optimistic Poems
Poet: Unknown
Every day is a fresh beginning,
Every morn is the world made new;
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning.
Here is a beautiful hope for you;
A hope for me and a hope for you.
Poet Unknown
Thank the Lord,
If today has sorrow
We can live in hope
Of a bright tomorrow!
And still find peace
When the storm is hummin',
An' sweet release
In the good time comin'!
Poet: Luella Clark
O Robin, singing through the rain,
How welcome is thy clear refrain,
The tempest trying all in vain
To cheat thee of thy song!
What cheerfulness, by pain unspent.
What gladness born of calm content.
Unto thy strain belong.
Let sinking hearts, taught by thy strain,
Learn, too, to triumph over pain.
And, like thee, singing in the rain
A song of hope and cheer.
Poet: M. A. Kidder
To the sunny soul that is full of hope,
And whose beautiful trust ne'er faileth,
The grass is green, and the flowers are bright.
Though the wintry storm prevaileth.
Poet: Anna J. Granniss
Not even Hope can always soar and sing;
Sometimes she needs must rest a willing wing.
And wait in midst of her glad carolling.
Faint not, dear heart, though she rest over night -
Her wings are swifter than the wings of light;
They're gaining strength for more enduring flight.
Fret not because her voice is sometimes still;
It may be catching some new lilt or thrill;
She'll sing again, all of her own sweet will.
Perhaps when worn with pain, in darkened room.
Denied the light, the beauty, and the bloom,
You'll see a little rift within the gloom;
Then hear a stir, as of unfolding wings;
And low, sweet notes, as one who tries the strings
In tender prelude just before he sings.
And wakened Hope, grown vigorous and strong.
Will then surprise the silence with a song -
Keep a brave heart, Hope never slumbers long.
Poet: Lucy Larcom
If the world seems cool to you,
Kindle fires to warm it!
Let their comfort hide from you
Winters that deform it.
Hearts as frozen as your own
To that radiance gather;
You will soon forget to moan,
"Ah! the cheerless weather! "
If the world's a "vale of tears,"
Smile till rainbows span it;
Breathe the love that life endears
Clear from clouds to fan it.
Of your gladness lend a gleam
Unto souls that shiver;
Show them how dark sorrow's stream
Blends with hope's bright river.
Poet: Mary H. Houghton
The night is mother of the day,
The winter of the spring;
And even upon old decay
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks;
Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all His works.
Hath left His hope with all.
Christian Poems
Poet: Celia Thaxter
There is no day so dark.
But through the murk some ray of hope may steal.
Some blessed touch from heaven, that we may feel
If we but choose to mark.
We shut the portals fast
And turn the key, and let no sunshine in;
Yet the worst despair that comes through sin
God's light shall reach at last.
Poet: Unknown
'Tis better to hope, though clouds hang low,
And keep the eyes uplifted,
For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through,
When the ominous clouds are rifted.
There was never a night without a day,
Or an evening without a morning.
And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes,
Is the hour before the dawning.
Poet: Friedrich Schiller
There are three lessons I would write,
Three words as with a burning pen,
In tracings of eternal light,
Upon the hearts of men.
Have hope. Though clouds environ now,
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow;
No night but hath its morn.
Have faith. Where'er thy bark is driven -
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth -
Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.
Have love - not love alone for one,
But man as man thy brother call,
And scatter like the circling sun
Thy charities on all.
Thus grave these lessons on thy soul -
Hope, Faith, and Love - and thou shalt find
Strength when life's surges rudest roll,
Light when thou else wert blind.
Christian Poems of Comfort
Poet: Unknown
I know a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry-blooms burst forth with snow;
And down underneath is the loveliest nook,
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.
One leaf is for hope, - and one is for faith,
And one is for love, you know;
And God put another one in for luck:
If you search you will find where they grow.
But you must have hope, and you must have faith,
You must love and be strong; and so,
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.
Poems About Faith
Poet: Margaret Nickerson Martin
When you’ve lost every vestige of hope
And you think you are beaten and done,
When you’ve come to the end of your rope,
Tie a knot in the end and hang on.
Have courage; for here is the dope:
When you stand with your back to the wall,
Though you’ve come to the end of your rope
Tie a knot in the end and hang on.
Don’t admit that life’s getting your goat
When your friends seem to all disappear,
When you’ve come to the end of your rope,
Tie a knot in the end and hang on.
Encouragement Quotes
Poet: David V. Bush
We some times long for things we cannot own:
Our hopes to do and dare, our spurs to win
Are all be-decked with crepe in every zone,
Appreciated not by kith or kin.
How I have longed for home and children there
To greet me as I draw toward my home,
But home's a suite of humble rooms, most bare,
My children, all but one, sleep 'neath God's dome.
Ideals are but the shadows of the past,
My aims and efforts, buried low and deep,
But somehow yet my faith still holds me fast,
Tho tired and worn, a star of hope I keep.
There always seems a light just on, a ways,
Some thing for which we long, and crave and strive
As traveling on thru life's perplexing maze,
A flicker of old hope is still alive.
Do what I will, succeed or fail is all
A part of life's perplexing, winding way,
And whether hopes rise high or whether fall,
I do my best and slowly plod each day.
And when I see for me life's crown is small.
My efforts, all my plans, my hopes are vain
And buried for a time my zeal - I fall -
My child I see and hope springs up again.
And so it is, and ever more shall be,
We hope, we try, we do, we plan, we strive,
Whether for us there comes the victory,
Our hope, our faith in scions' still alive.
So give not up, O weary soul, be brave!
Weave manly, well, tho 'tis your life's last strand,
We see a star of hope beyond the grave;
Perhaps we’ll finish there what we began.
Never Give Up Poem
Poet: Unknown
The past is not, — the hues in which 'tis drest
Fond memory supplies;
The future is not, — hope-born in the breast
Its fancied joys arise;
The present is not, — like the lightning's gleam
Its brief illusions seem;
This is the life allotted unto man,
A memory, - a hope, - a fleeting moment's span.
Poet: Victor Hugo
Hope, child, to-morrow hope, and then again to-morrow,
And then to-morrow still!
Trust in a future day.
Hope, and each morn the skies new light from dawn shall borrow;
As God is there to bless, let us be there to pray.
Poems About The Future
Poet: James Russell Lowell
To change and change is life;
To move and never rest;
Not what we are,
But what we hope, is best.
Poet: Benjamin H. Kennedy
Hope, Christian soul! in every stage
Of this thine earthly pilgrimage,
Let heavenly joy thy thoughts engage;
Abound in hope.
Hope through the watches of the night;
Hope till the morrow brings the light;
Hope till thy faith be lost in sight;
Abound in hope.
Christmas Poems About Hope
Poet: Unknown
To touch a broken lute,
To strike a jangled string,
To strive with tones forever mute
The dear old tunes to sing
What sadder fate could any heart befall?
Alas! dear child, never to sing at all.
To sigh for pleasures flown,
To weep for withered flowers,
To count the blessings we have known,
Lost with the vanished hours
What sadder fate could any heart befall?
Alas! dear child, ne'er to have known them all.
To dream of love and rest,
To know the dream has past,
To bear within an aching breast
Only a void at last
What sadder fate could any heart befall?
Alas! dear child, ne'er to have loved at all.
To trust an unknown good,
To hope, but all in vain,
Over a far-off bliss to brood,
Only to find it pain
What sadder fate could any soul befall?
Alas! dear child, never to hope at all.
Poet: Patience Strong
Look forward and your hopes will rise
Look forward!
Though stormy clouds frown in the skies.
Look forward!
The steps of Time you can’t retrace
Press onward at an eager pace
Towards some finer, fairer place
Look forward!
Look forward with a hopeful mind.
Look forward!
Resolve to leave the past behind.
Look forward!
You can’t afford to let your gaze
Turn back to rest on other days.
Down brighter, better, broader ways.
Look forward!
Positive Poems
Poet: Schiller
Oh! hope's not a simple, a meaningless name,
Within the fool's brains generated:
The heart ever burns in loud notes to proclaim
For purposes grand we're created.
Whenever the innermost voice aught repeats,
The soul, in its longings, that voice never cheats.
Poet: Mrs. Craik
O New-Year, teach us faith!
The road of life is hard:
When our feet bleed, and scourging winds us scath,
Point thou to Him whose visage was more marred
Than any man's, who saith,
"Make straight paths for your feet," and, to the opprest,
"Come to me, and I will give you rest."
Yet hang some lamp-like hope
Above this unknown way,
Kind year, to give our spirits freer scope,
And our hands strength to work while it is day.
But if that way must slope
Tombward, oh bring before our fading eyes
The lamp of life, the hope that never dies!
Poet Charles H. Gabriel
Had we only sunshine all the year around,
Without the blessing of refreshing rain,
Would we scatter seed upon the fallow ground.
And hope to gather flowers, fruit, and grain?
Had we not a sorrow or a cross to bear,
For Him who bears the burden of our sin,
Would we know the sweetness of His love and care,
Or even strive eternal life to win?
Can we prize the sunshine and deplore the rain.
Repining when the days are dark and drear?
Can we hope for pleasure, yet deny the pain.
Or share the joys of life without the tear
Christian Quotes About Hope
Poet: John Keats
When by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.
Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!
Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!
Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!
In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed –
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!
Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!
And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.
