Feathers and Hope

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We hope you enjoyed watching the film “Feathers” and comparing it to Emily Dickinson’s poem “Hope is thing with feathers”.

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149 thoughts on “Feathers and Hope”

  1. Hope is the thing with claws

    “Hope” is the thing with claws-
    That lies in the sunlight of your soul-
    And purrs the song no one remembers-
    And never stops-at all-

    And sweetest in the night is heard-
    And sore must be the pain-
    That could abash the faithful cat-
    That kept so many sain-

    I’ve heard it in the driest land-
    And on the fearsome sea-
    Yet never in extremity,
    It asked a bite of me

    1. Great title Rita. It sounds menacing but I guess it is liknked to the “pain” you mention? An interesting idea to develop further.

  2. Hope and feathers
    “Hope” is the thing with wings
    That perches in the body-
    And sing the song of life-
    And never- stops-at-all-
    And sweetest-in the world is heard

    And sore may be the throat –
    That could abash the heart
    That kept so many warm-
    I’ve heard it on the sandy island-

    And on the Atlantic Ocean –
    Yet-never-in-extremity, has it asked a favour-from me.

    1. Thank you Ahmad. I like how you’ve focused on the body “throat” and “heart” to show how hope or a lack of it might effect us.

  3. A Little bird called hope

    Hope is the thing that’s free,
    That perches in your heart,
    Sings its unique tune,
    Even when it’s dark.

    Sweetest in the rain,
    Strongest in the storm,
    The thing that fly’s from house to house,
    That’s kept so many warm.

    I heard it in the coldest hour,
    The darkest day on the darkest night,
    But it’s never caged up that little bird,
    Hope it’s already to fight.

    It’s never asked a crumb of me,
    Even when it’s freezing cold,
    Still it tweets happily,
    Hope joins people all over the world.

    By Ruby Gillespie Primary school Yr 6

    1. Thank you Ruby. I can see you’ve put a lot of effort into this to personalise it and make it your own. I hope you’re proud of your poem. You should be.

  4. Hope is the thing with happiness,
    That perches on the heart.
    And the song without tune
    And never stops at all.

    And the sweetest in the woods is heard,
    And sore must be the rain,
    That could abash the singing soul,
    That kept so many warm.

    I have heard it in the coldest land,
    And in the hottest sea.
    Yet never in extremity.
    It asked a lot of me.

    1. Thank you Koji. I like the line “and the song without tune”. There are so many ways to read that line. What did you mean by it?

  5. Hope is the thing with rainbows

    Hope is the things with rainbows
    That perches in the sky,
    And sings hopeful songs,
    And never stops at all,

    And sweetest in the clouds is heard,
    And sore must be the fog,
    That could abash the hope,
    That kept so many warm,

    I’ve heard it in the darkest lands,
    And on the lost seas,
    Yet never in extremity,
    It asked a piece of me.

    1. Thank you Hugo. Yes rainbows and hope are often connected together especially with recent events.

  6. Hope is the thing with a chance
    That perches in the sky flying around
    And sings the confusing time
    And never steps at all
    And sweetest in the slash is hard
    And sore must be the atom bird

    That kept so many warm
    I’ve heard it in in the coldest
    Land ,And on the horrrible sea
    Yet never in Extremity, It asked a
    Aspeck

    1. Thank you Dawud. Seeing hope as a chance is a very different idea. Do you see hope as something that happens by chance or do you need to be lucky?

  7. “Hope” is the thing with golden light

    “Hope” is the thing with golden light
    That radiates its joy to all
    And chirps the cheerful trusting call
    And never stops at all

    And sweetest- in the dark- is heard
    And sore must be the storm
    That could abash the sparkling sun
    That kept so many warm

    I’ve heard it in the darkest land
    And on the most turbulent seas
    Yet never- in extremity
    It asked a morsel of me

    1. Thank you Esme. Yes hope and light are often linked too. Why did you chose a golden light?

      1. I was thinking about something that makes us feel warm and happy every time, and then I thought about using something warm literally instead of metaphorically, and the sun fits both.

  8. “Hope” is the thing with friendship-
    That perches in the heart-
    And sings the song made of kindness-
    And never stops-at all-

    And sweetest-in the thunder-is heard-
    And sore must be the storm-
    That could abash the small dim light-
    That kept so many warm-

    I’ve heard it in the furthest land-
    And on the shaking sea-
    Yet-never-in extremity
    It asked a small pies of me

  9. Hope is the thing with love

    Hope is the thing with love-
    That perches in the air-
    And sings the everlasting songs-
    And never stops at-all-

    And sweetest-in-the-clouds-is heard-
    And sore must be the rain-
    That could abash the delicate land
    That kept so many warm-

    I’ve heard it in the hottest land-
    And on the coldest sea-
    Yet-never-in-extremity-
    It asked a slice-of-me

    1. Thank you Maya. Yes hope and love are often interlinked. Do you see love as perching in the air? or would it perch somewhere else?

  10. ‘’Hope’’ is a thing with rainbows
    ‘’Hope’’ is a thing with rainbows –
    That perches in the sky-
    And sing a hopeful song-
    And never stops- at all
    And sweetest-in the clouds-is heard-
    And sore must be the fog-
    That could abash the hope-
    That kept so many warm-
    I’ve heard it in the darkest lands-
    And on the lost seas-
    Yet-never-in Extremity.
    It asked a piece of me.

    1. Thank you Jama. Yes as we know rainbows have become symbols of hope in recent times so this works well.

  11. ‘’Hope’’ is the thing with paws

    ‘’Hope is the thing with paws,
    That perches in the tree,
    And sings the songs of meows,
    And never stops at all.

    And sweetest in the summer is heard,
    And sore must be the winter,
    That could abash the fury kitten,
    That kept so many warm.

    I’ve heard it in the coldest land,
    And on the crashing sea,
    Yet never in Extremity,
    It asked a scratch of me.

    1. Thank you Jaya. Hope as a furry kitten is a different idea but many people find hope in their pets.

  12. HOPE

    Hope is the thing with Space and Time,
    That perches through the universe,
    And sings the song of life and death
    And never stops at all,
    And sweetest in the paradox is heard,
    And sore must be the universe,
    That could abash reality itself,
    That kept so many warm,
    I’ve still kept hope on the cold dry land,
    And deep down into the sea,
    So never in extremity,
    It asked a piece of me.

    1. Thank you Arun. You’ve increased the scale of the poem with notions of space, time and the universe. It makes hope seem elemental.

  13. Hope
    Hope is the thing with a magical heart
    That perches in the human body cave
    And sings love
    And never stops at all
    And sweetest in the need of help is heard
    And sore must be evil
    That could abash the huge warm heart
    That kept so many
    I’ve heard it in the darkest land
    And on the weirdest sea
    Yet never in extremity
    It asked a dot of me

    Rahya

  14. ‘Hope’ is the thing with meaning-
    That perches in the Hope is the thing with meaning-dark-
    And sings even when its down-
    And never stops at all-
    And sweetest in the darkest moments-is heard-
    And sore must the meaningless
    That could abash the light
    That kept so many warm-
    I’ve heard it in lonely land-
    And on the abandoned sea-
    Yet- never in- extremity
    It asked a piece of me.

  15. ‘Hope’ is the thing with colour

    ‘Hope’ is the thing with colour,
    Hat perches in the dark,
    And flutters above your head at night,
    And sings along with the lark.

    And sweetest in the toil is seen,
    And sore must be the rain,
    That should abash the butterfly
    That refuses to be tamed.

    I’ve seen it in a hopeless land,
    And on a stormy sea,
    Yet never in-extremity,
    It asked a drop of me.

    1. Thank you Edie. Yes I could see hope as colours. What colour do you think would suit hope best?

      1. Thank you for replying!
        I think that the color gold would suit hope best because it reminds me of a strong things like glory and also a more soft things like golden rays of sunshine.

  16. Hope is the thing with paws and claws
    The perches on your fence
    That prowls the hope into the hope into your heart
    And never-stops at all

    And sweetest in the saddest times is heard
    And the score must be horrible
    The could abash the cat
    That kept so many warm

    I’ve heard it in the saddest times
    And on the bizarre sea
    Yet never has it asked a piece of me.

    1. Thank you Noam. What an original idea to see hope as a creature that “prowls”. It’s not the typical representation of hope but it works well.

  17. Hope is the thing with colours.
    That perches in the sky and sings the high pithed and never stops at all.
    And sweetest in the clouds is heard and sore must be heal.
    That could abash the gods. That kept so many warm I heard it in the driest land.
    And on the bright sea.
    Yet never in a extremity it asked a slice of me.

  18. Hope is the thing with sparkles –
    That perches in the sky –
    And sings the high pitched Lullaby –
    And never stops at all –
    And sweetest in the clouds is heard –
    And sore must be the heal –
    That could abash the gods –
    That kept so many warm –
    I’ve heard it in the unicorn land –
    And on the bright sea –
    Yet in extremity –
    It asked a brave of me.

        1. Thank you for the feedback Star. I’m so pleased you’re enjoying the poems. There not my poems but I chose the ones we share.

  19. Hope is the thing with happiness
    That perches in your heart
    And sings the sweetest songs
    And never stop – at all –
    And sweetest – in the hopelessness – is heard
    And sore must be the sadness
    That could abash the hope
    That kept so many warm
    I’ve heard it in the weirdest land
    And the horrifying sea
    Yet – never – in extremity,
    It asked a slice of me

  20. Hope

    Hope is the thing with friendship that perches the heart and that sings in the sunset and never stops at all and the sweetest in the gale is heard and sore in the rain that could abash in the colourful rainbow bird that kept so many warn I’ve heard in the sweetest and only the most mysterious at sea with the rainbow bird yet never

    Interestingly it asked a bubbly piece of me

    By Tallulah

    1. I like the way you’ve made the poem your own Tallulah while we can still see the glimmer of the original. Remember line breaks are an important tool for poets. I think with more consideration of where to break your lines your poem would be more memorable.

  21. Hope is the thing with wings
    That perches in the window
    And glasses at the rainbow
    And never stops at all
    And sweetest –in the coulors is heard
    And sore must be warm

    I’ve heard it in the happy land
    And on the blue sea
    Yet never in Extremity
    It asked a slice of me.

    1. Thank you Zara. I’m interested in your line: “And glasses at the rainbow”. What did you mean by that?

  22. Hope is the thing with wing.
    That perches in the soul.
    And sing the most famous
    Song. And never stops
    At all.

    And sweetest in the gale
    Is heard. And sore must
    Be sweet in the gale
    That cold abash the bird.
    That is kept in so many
    Warm.

    I’ve heard it in the
    Brightest land.
    And on the weirdest
    Sea. Yet never
    In extremity.
    It asked a huge Crum
    Of me.

    1. Thank you for sharing your poem Femi. Have you tried reading it aloud? I’m sure it would sound lyrical.

  23. “Hope” is the thing with friendship-
    That perches in the heart-
    And sings the rhythm full of luck-
    And never stops-at all-

    And sweetest-in the thunder-is heard-
    And sore must be the storm-
    That could abash the piece of hope-
    That keeps so many warm-

    I’ve heard it in the furthest lands-
    And on the most unusual seas-
    Yet-never-in extremity-
    It has asked a piece of me.

  24. Feathers and hope
    Hope is the thing with life-
    That perches in the sky-
    And sings the tunes without words-
    And never stops- at- all-
    And sweetest- in the sky-is heard-
    And sore must be the storm-
    That could abash the birds-
    That kept so- many- warm-
    Ive heard it in the sweetest land-
    And on the enormous sea-
    Yet never- in extriemly-
    It asked a kind- of me

    1. Thank you Nathan. A well constructed poem which with small changes you’ve made your own.

  25. Life is like a lucky dip,
    You never know what you’re going to get.
    It isn’t perfect,
    Nor is it predictable.

    But if it goes bad,
    You don’t walk off
    You don’t give up,
    What you want to do is keep stepping forward.

    And those times will come,
    Those times you’ve been dreading.
    Cos life isn’t like a restaurant,
    Where you know what you’ve ordered

    Life is like a lucky dip.

    1. Interesting simile Koji. The lucky dip comparison works well to represent the randomness of life.

  27. Hi Michael!
    thank you for replying to my poem.
    I believe love perches everywhere!
    Love is a special thing in life.

  28. “Hope” is the thing with rainbow

    “Hope” is the thing with rainbows
    That perches in our beautiful blue sky-
    They sing a fabulous melody
    They’ve always been so shy

    And sweetest-in-the waves are heard
    The sore must be the shore-
    That could abash the drizzling rain
    And the sun that kept us warm

    I’ve heard it in the colorless land-
    And on the weirdest sea-
    Yet-never-in Extremity
    It asked for a piece-of me

    1. Thank you Natalia. I can see why you’ve chosen a rainbow as a symbol of hope. I wonder if you could explore the significance of each colour?

  29. Hope is the thing with sparkles,
    That perches in the sky,
    And sings the high-pitched lullaby,
    And never stops at all,
    And the sweetest in the clouds is heard,
    And sore must be the heal,
    That could abash the gods,
    That kept so many warm,
    I’ve heard it in the unicorn land,
    And on the bright sea,
    Yet in extremity,
    It asked a brave piece of me.

  30. Hope is he thing that banishes darkness

    Hope is the thing that banishes darkness-
    The thing that leads the way-
    That rises everyday-
    That has always been there since the beginning-
    And when darkness comes it’s the only shimmer-
    The little lite left-
    That has seen more than anyone could imagine-
    It will never stop coming-
    Sharing it’s beauty on different parts of the world-
    But never in all the time there is-
    Has it asked a thing of me.

    1. Thank you Anna. Again some lovely phrases and images. I particularly like:
      “And when darkness comes it’s the only shimmer-
      The little lite left”

  31. Hope has petals.
    In spring they are big and beautiful,
    but in autumn they are not.
    When it is brown and wilting,
    summer comes in a flash of colour.
    Wind may blow,
    and rain may fall,
    but hope has petals.
    Big and beautiful.
    Hope will always grow.

    1. Thank you Poppy. I like the repetition in your poem. Did you consider ending your poem after your second refrain of “but hope has petals”?

  32. Hope goes up and down

    Hope has its ups and downs, like a set of stairs perhaps
    It has its ups and downs,
    Hope can look like its not coming , but it will come eventually
    Whenever you fall to the bottom, just know the only way is up

  33. Hope is a thing on wheels,
    That’s forever rolling,
    Eternally going up and down,
    Always moving.
    Sometimes up sometimes down but will forever come to you and turn a bad time the other way round.
    Hope is here to turn bad days upside down and help us stay the good way round.

    1. An original idea Sophia. Hope as having wheels. Perhaps you could consider what might stop the wheels?

  34. “Hope” is something that shines in the darkness,-
    the thing that shines when-
    darkness falls among us-
    the thing that leads us through the –
    dark times and has –
    kept my hope up ever since.

  35. Hope is a thing that shines,
    through the dark night,
    lighting up the darkest of days,
    showing a path to light,

    A light never dimmed,
    by a raging storm,
    nor a battlefield,
    a light loyal to you,
    but never ever,
    asks a sum from me.

    1. Thank you Jessica. You have a knack for writing memorable lines. See the first line of your second stanza as an example.

  36. Hope is the thing
    that greets you every morning
    that flys across the sky that shines a beautiful light
    above us every day
    that re joins us every day and that comes to visit us
    with a great smile
    just to shine
    brightly every day

  37. Hope is the light that shines in the dark,
    That brightens the sky,
    Always.
    When the night has come,
    And things look bleak,
    Look up; hope’s always there.
    I’ve seen it in freezing lands,
    Through pouring rain,
    Through bitter winds,
    Eternally helping us.

  38. Hope is the thing with clouds-
    the moons and suns home-
    changes colours night and day-
    but wont stop- and never will-
    it might be dark and cold-
    sunny and warm-but still keeps you calm-
    where ever you are-its always changing moods happy or sad-
    but the strange thing is-how you have not noticed the thing asked for nothing back.

  39. Hope is the rising tide
    Even when things are feeling down
    The tide will always rise
    When there is a big storm
    Waves and all
    The tide will always rise
    It never asks for anything in return
    It will never give up on you,
    Even if you give up on it

    1. Great opening line Jemima. Try reading it out loud and I’m sure you’ll be struck by how effective it is as an opening.

  40. “Hope” is the thing that lights the way,
    That’s always above your head,
    And that even when it explodes,
    There’s always another source for you.
    And it’s best heard in times of despair,
    When nothing else is there for you,
    But yet, after everything it does,
    It never wants anything back.

    Hope you enjoy(ed)

    1. Thank you Aram. Yes I enjoyed reading the poem. I like the idea of hope as a light. It works well.

  41. Hope is the thing that makes
    the water
    and blows the tune of the breeze
    and never stops
    the blue summer sky
    is long and wide
    always exsisting never ending
    it’s long and blue
    on the strangest world

  42. A trapped soul,
    Bursting with worries,
    Screaming on the inside,
    Never feeling jolly.

    A free soul
    Jumping with excitement,
    Filling with colours,
    Eternally happy.

    But the trapped soul
    Is always worrying about money, college, knowledge.
    When really they have them all but they have never had joy.

    The free soul
    Is care free,
    They don’t care if they fail their GCSEs,
    They have no money and are slowly growing hungry.

    A mixed soul
    Is like you and me,
    Sometimes trapped and worrying,
    Sometimes completely free.

    1. A lovely poem Sophie. I like the way you’ve made it your own but yet used the inspiration of Dr Angelou’s poem.

  43. hope is a thing that rises in the east-
    that comes out after the dark-
    it glows in the day-
    and shines right at you-
    you will always have hope-
    it will always rise and it will always set-
    it will come out and you will have hope –

    1. Thank you Maria. Why did you decide to have hope rising in the east and coming out after dark?

  44. HOPE IS A THING WITH COLOURS

    Hope is a thing with colours ,
    that goes then comes back,
    and has different kind of feelings in each layer of flavoured cream,
    that never goes,

    No grey could overcome the rainbow it because hope is strong,
    it brightens up your eyes and never asks,
    for one more layer of flavoured cream

  45. hope is a thing that falls and settles
    hope is a raging storm
    hope is a swirling vortex
    hope is a delicate flake
    it glitters and shines only in the worst of times

    hope is a thing that protects us all

  46. hope is a thing of kindness
    it is giving someone a gift.
    it is giving your little brother your teddy
    it is sharing the ball with a friend

    it is a sign of kindness

    1. Lovely Flavien. It works really well to make the concept of hope more concrete and provide simple examples to illustrate.

  47. Hope is the thing with spirits
    That perches in belief
    And sings the tune of sorrow
    And never stops at all

    And sweetest in the war is heard
    And sore must be the grave
    That kept so many warm

    I’ve heard it in the ghostly land
    And on the soul-ridden sea
    Yet-never-in extremity
    It asked the life from me.

    1. Interesting to set your poem in a war setting Kit when hope is certainly needed. I think you could expand on this concept.

  48. Hope is the thing with beauty –
    That perches in the tree –
    And sings most graceful melodies –
    And never stops – for me –

    And sweetest – in the storm – is heard –
    And sore must be the soul-
    That could abash my little bird
    That fills the biggest hole –

    I’ve heard it in the darkest land –
    And on the widest sea –
    Yet – never – in Extremity,
    Has it asked a favour – of me.

    1. Thank you Anna. We’d all need to hear the “graceful melodies” of hope from time to time.

  49. “Hope” is the thing with diamonds-
    That perches in the hair-
    And gleams the way to your heart-
    And never stops- at all-

    And sweetest- in the deepest of seas- is heard
    And sore must be the wind and rain-
    That could abash the delicate crown
    That kept so many warm-

    I’ve heard it int the furthest land-
    And on the toughest Sea-
    Yet- never- in Extremity,
    It asked a pinch- of me.

  50. Hope is the thing with fire.

    Hope is the thing with fire –
    That perches inside of you –
    And sings the song without a song –
    And never stops at all –

    And the sweetest – in the storm – is heard –
    And sore must be the wind –
    That could abash the fiery spirit –
    That kept so many warm –

    I’ve heard it in the quietest land –
    And on the loudest sea –
    Yet – never – in Extremity –
    It asked a thing of me –

    1. I think you’ve used an oxymoron Matilda “And sings the song without a song”. Can you explain what you meant by this?

  51. “Hope” is the thing with warmth –
    That perches in the dark –
    And cries its crackling song –
    And never stops – at all –
    And sweetest in – in the winter – is felt –
    And cold must be the dark times –
    That could abash its fiery warmth
    That kept so many safe –
    I’ve felt it in the coldest land –
    And on the snowy sea –
    Yet – never – in Extremity,
    It asked a thing of me.

  52. hope is like a tree

    hope is a thing with branches
    growing to the sky
    growing firm and mighty
    singing in a gentle sigh
    and when the storm comes
    and the lightning strikes
    the tree will still be standing
    for hope always puts up a fight

  53. hope is a thing with wings
    that perches in the tree tops
    and sings the sweetest lullaby
    and never stops at all

    and the sweetest in the sky heard
    and sore must be the crashing waves
    that could abash the a poor little pup

    I’ve heard it i the distant land
    and on the side of the sea
    yet never in extremity
    it asked a touch of me

    1. Thank you Rose. You evoke our sympathy for hope by describing it as “a poor little pup”.

  54. Hope is the thing with kindness –
    That perches in the mind –
    And sings the song of happiness –
    And never stops – at all –

    And sweetest – in the wild is heard –
    The sore must be the strong –
    That could abash the little girl
    That kept so many warm –

    I’ve heard it in the furthest land –
    And on the prettiest Sea –
    Yet – never – in Extremity,
    It asked a pinch – of me

  55. Hope is the thing with with color –
    That perches in the sky –
    And sings the cloud away –
    And never stops at all –

    And sweetest – in the wind is heard –
    And the sore must be the grey –
    That could abash the rainbow –
    That kept so many warm –

    I’ve heard it in the grayest land –
    And on the roughest sea –
    Yet – never – in extremity,
    It asked a look of me.

  56. Hope is the thing with feathers-
    That perches in the moonlight-
    And hums the song without lyrics-
    And never stops-at all
    And sweetest at sunrise is heard-
    And the sore must be the sunset-
    That could abash the bundle of feathers
    That kept so many warm-
    I’v heard it in the warmest land-
    And on the strongest sea-
    Yet-never-in extremity,
    It asked a stroke-of me.

    1. It’s very interesting to read the different verbs you’ve all used to describe how Hope conveys it’s song. I like the idea of hope humming. Why did you opt for this Junie?

  57. Hope is the thing with whiskers-
    That perches on the wall-
    And howls the tune without the words-
    And never stops- at all-

    And sweetest- in the rain- is heard-
    And bright must be the lightning-
    That could abash the yowling cat-
    That kept so many fighting-

    I’ve heard it in the distant land-
    And on the wildest sea-
    Yet- never- in Extremity,
    It asked a thing- of me.

    1. Thank you Robin. May I ask why you decided to have hope “howling”? It’s an interesting decision.

  58. ”Hope” is the thing with music,
    That perches in the nature,
    And sings the song with love,
    And never stops at all,
    And sweetest in the beautiful song is heard,
    And sore must be the heart,
    That could abash the world,
    That keep so many warm,
    I heard it in the forest land,
    Yet never in Extremely,
    It asked a wonderful voice of me.

    1. Thank you Sophie. I’m sure many people would agree with your link between music and hope.

  59. “Hope” is the thing with silence
    That perches in the sound,
    And sings the happiness through,
    But with no noise ,

    And the sweetest in the soul is heard
    And sore must be the storm,
    That could abash the soundless sound,
    That kept so many listing,

    I’v heard it in the little land
    And on the flowing sea,
    Yet never in Extremity,
    It gave a voice to me

  60. Hope is the thing with birds ,
    The perches in the tree’s, were the woodpeckers peck,
    And sings what humming birds sings at night,
    And never stops at all,

    And the sweetest in the highway is heard,
    And the sore must be the souls,
    That i hear at 12:00 at night,
    That kept so many warm,

    I’ve heard it it in the little land,
    And on the smart and swirly sea,
    Yet never in extremely
    It asked another side of me

    1. Thank you Leo. I like your decision to set the poem at midnight. Can you explain your choice?

  61. “Hope” is the thing with fur-
    That perches in a contempt space-
    And barks the tune without the music-
    And never stops-at all-

    And sweetest-in the clifftop cave-is heard-
    And sore is the bear-
    That could strike the fear in the cub-
    That kept so many smiling

    I’ve heard it in the woodland land-
    And on the largest sea-
    Yet-never-in large amounts
    It asked a voice in me

  62. ”Hope” is a teddy bear
    that sits on your bed
    and never moves at all
    and sweetest-in the window-is heard-
    and sore must be must be a fire
    that kept so many warm
    ive seen it in the roughest land
    and on he biggest sea
    yet never in extremity
    it asked a piece of me.

    1. Interesting idea Aiden. Teddy bears mean a lot to young children in particular and I guess work as a type of hope or comfort.

  63. “hope” is the thing with plants
    That perches in the sunshine
    and sings the sweetest of song
    and never stops at all

    and sweetest in the valley is heard
    and sore must be the wind
    that could abash the plant
    that kept so many warm

    i’ve heard in the warm lands
    and on the freezing sea
    yet never in externity
    it asked a peep of me

    1. Thank you Harlan. I like the idea of hope as a plant. You could explore how it grows and expands.

  64. hope is the thing with maturity
    that perches in the sun
    and sings a song of motovation
    and never stops for tea
    the sweetish in a crash and sore must be the storm
    that could abash the little hart
    that kept so many warm
    I’ve heard it death valley
    and on the bluest sea
    yet never in exstremity
    it asked a pece off me

  65. “hope” is the thing with dampness
    that lays in a stream or lake
    and sings with bubbles and splashes
    and never stops at all
    and sweetness in the pain is heard
    and sore must be the sun
    that could abash the water
    that kept so many warm
    i have heard it in the driest land
    and on the strongest sea
    yet never in extremity
    it asked a swim of me

    1. A fascinating image of hope, Harvey. There’s something very vivid about the image of hope lying in streams or lakes waiting to be awaken.

  66. “hope” is a thing with belief-
    That perches in your heart & mind-
    And never stops- at all –

    And sweetness-in the thought-is heard-
    And sore must be dis-belief-
    And could ambash a little girl-
    That kept so many warm-

    Ive heard it in the the strangest land-
    And the unknown seas-
    Yet-never-in Extremity,
    it asked a piece of me.

  67. “Hope” is the thing with fur-
    That perches in the land-
    And feels nerves without feeling-
    And never stops-at all-
    And fresh in the land is seen-
    And sore must be the farm-
    That could abash the young-
    That kept so many warm-
    I’ve heard it in the mountains-
    And on the green land-
    Yet-never- in Extremity,
    It asked a piece of me.

    1. Thank you Frankie. I’m intrigued by the line “And feels nerves without feeling”. In poetry there is a technique called oxymoron a figure of speech that brings together contradictory words for effect. You appear to be using an oxymoron here.

  68. Hope is a thing with adventures,stories
    that perches in in life and sings in the dark
    and never stops at all
    and is sweetest in the end when it is told
    and sore must be the new beginning
    that could abash the reader that keeps warm
    i’v heard in the far lands,and the 7 seas yet never in extrinity
    it asked a page worth of me.

  69. “Hope” is a thing with beauty-
    That perches in the heart-
    And whispers in your ear from love from the soul-
    And never stops at all-

    And sweetest in the heart is heard-
    And sore must be thunder-
    That could abash a little girl –
    That kept so many warm

    I’ve heard it in the darkest land-
    And on the strongest sea-
    yet never in Extremity-
    it asked for a piece of me.

    1. Thank you Cassidy. I like your inclusion of “a little girl” I think it increase our engagement and sympathy as readers.

  70. “hope” is the thing with peatles-
    That falls in the winter-
    And sings the softess sounds-
    And never stops at all
    And the sweetest- in the lake drifting past its heard –
    And the sore must be a storm-
    That could abash the cherry blossom
    That kept so many warm-
    ive saw it in the deadful land
    And on the smoothing sea
    yet-never-in Extremity,
    it asked a moment of mine

    1. Some lovely expressions here Eliza. Try reading the line “And sings the softest sounds” out loud. It’s so melodic.

  71. Hope is the thing whith light
    that rests in the soul
    And cracles to the wind
    And never stops at all

    And warmest in the smoke is heard
    And the sore must be the rain
    that could put out the flame
    that kept so many warm

    I’ve seen it in the icy wastes
    and on the sand sea
    yet never in extremity
    it asked a log of me

  72. Hope is the with in you
    that perches in the brain
    to sing the lullaby without no words
    and never stop at all

    and the sweetest in the ear is heard
    and sore must be the storm
    that can abash people
    that keeps so many warm
    I’ve heard it in the chaotic land
    and on the widest sea
    yet never in extremity
    it asked something of me.

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