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Strange Meeting

by Wilfred Owen

It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

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Dejection: An Ode

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms ;
And I fear, I fear, My Master dear !
We shall have a deadly storm.

Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence
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Let America Be America Again

by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

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The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage

by Walter. Ralegh

1 Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
2 My staff of faith to walk upon,
3 My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
4 My bottle of salvat{.i}on,
5 My gown of glory, hope's true gage,
6 And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

7 Blood must be my body's balmer,
8 No other balm will there be given,
9 Whilst my soul, like a white palmer,

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Courage

by Robert William Service

Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.

'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,

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Recent Hope Poems

Ashen Silence

by Spark Carter-Ray

In shadows deep where silence weaves,
A heart once warm now softly grieves.
Beneath the weight of a heavy night,
Hope flickers dimly, just out of sight.

Cold whispers echo in my hollow chest,
Where joy once danced and light found rest.
The colors fade to ashen gray,
In the mirror's eyes—what’s left to say?

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A Scar and A Star

by Spark Carter-Ray

In the quiet of dusk,
where shadows stretch like weary fingers,
scars whisper their secrets,
etched on skin like old stories,
maps of time and heartache.

Ghosts wander through the corridors of memory,
flickering just out of sight,
their breath a chill that dances on exposed veins,
reminders that we are never truly alone in our darkness.

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I KNOW MY PEOPLE

by Eric Washington

I know my people.
I've seen their suffering and their tears,
Their anger and their fears.
I've seen them work amongst the mills,
In cotton and sugar fields.
Working with bleeding hands,
And refusing to give up then.
While tortured with whips and ropes,
And they still believe in hope.
I know my people.

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108. Fading

by Kea Campbell

I chauffeur my silhouette as it seeps from the concrete beneath my feet.
Emotions flux like water and ride up my veins, diluting my sturdiness with self-deceit.

Tears lace over my pillow and bathe my subconscious with rosewater dreams.
Reminders dress up my skin as white blushes into red velvet-colored sheets.

My tongue runs wild on the lengthiest lead, but I hold and I bite on personal business we speak.
Words bloom bitter behind my teeth as thoughts decay gently beside your secrets I never leaked.

Tell me what you please and I'll keep, confidential, everything you fancy.

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107. Withheld

by Kea Campbell

There's a horrifying creak that grows more brittle in unwelcome and unkind time.
It's ripping apart at each ablated site and teases my mind with the end of my time.

Muffled through my chest are groans, exhausted, weak, and flooding with pain.
No one does realize, and I won't tell a soul, that one ghost pump could mark my final day.

It's a blessing to wake up and think, because it means you still know you're alive.
So take advantage of all the ways to twist your brain and exercise your mind's inclines.

It's a blessing to see, taste, touch, and smell; so, experience the earth while you still can.

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