Forward gazing, lost among
The flock, your head held
High, hoping that no one will mock.
In the distance he glimmers;
He is introduced as Hope.
You smile knowingly and
Bare your soul, Hope grins
Back promising you the world.
Beaming with pride you
Laugh while others scorn,
Hope chose you after all.
He picked you for the fall,
Drowning in confusion, you
Begin to wonder, how did you
Get it all so wrong?
The beauty that you once saw
Curdles and recoils, taking
With it the glimmering gaze
And the man called Hope.
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yup called hope and it's one thing that'd keep us alive 1 thing that'd keep us standing no matter what,great write dear,always believe and always've hope,Amen,
,it's my honour to've your same name
are you originally british or just live there?
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Thank you very much for your wonderful compliment, I was born a Romanian Mother and an Arab Father, we moved to London when I was eight. What about yourself?
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O how cool
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Great personification of hope. I liked this poem, butI enjoyed lines 4-8 most of all.
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Wow i really love the word play and how it flowed together so nicely. this was a creative way on describing hope. Keep up
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Love it
I really like this and connected with it, i like how you personified hope
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