The 30 best poems about hope

Hope is what helps us get ahead, motivates us and helps us improve when it seems that all is lost. This is because we are always looking forward to a new tomorrow or a brighter future, but above all, it teaches us to trust our own abilities and to expect the best from it. It is for that reason that has been an inexhaustible source of inspiration for great artists and characters from literature who have captured the brighter and more desperate side of this feeling in their works.

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Best poems about hope

In these poems that we bring next, whose main focus is hope, we will be able to see each side of it since nothing is pink, not even one of the purest feelings of the humanity.

1. Roll the dice (Charles Bukowski)

If you're going to try, go all the way.

Otherwise don't even start.

If you're going to try, go all the way.

This can mean losing girlfriends

wives,

family members,

jobs and,

maybe your sanity.

Go to the end.

This may mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.

This can mean freezing on a park bench.

This can mean jail.

This can mean teasing, scorn, loneliness ...

Loneliness is a gift.

The others are proof of your insistence, or

how much you really want to do it.

And you will

Despite the rejection and disadvantages,

And it will be better than anything you ever imagined.

If you're going to try, go all the way.

There's no other feeling like that.

You will be alone with the gods

and the nights will be lit with fire.

Do it, do it, do it

Do it.

Until the end,

until the end.

You will lead life straight to the perfect laugh.

It's the only good fight there is.

• A powerful poem that reminds us that we must always give one hundred percent of ourselves in everything we do, without fear of failure, because it teaches us to move forward.

2. Poem of hope and consolation (Mariano José de Larra)

Don't cry, Miguel; that

Hope

turn the owner's bust

failed.

While the resemblance,

for not afflicting your soul,

moved,

from the artist the sneaky chisel

inside in the stone he left it hidden.

• Hope grows within us every day, but it gains strength as we are able to believe in ourselves.

3. It is never too late (Benjamín Prado)

It's never too late to start from scratch

to burn the ships,

for someone to tell you:

-I can only be with you or against me.

It's never too late to cut the rope

to ring the bells again,

To drink from that water that you were not going to drink.

It's never too late to break with everything

to stop being a man who can not

indulge in a past.

Plus

is so easy:

Mary arrives, winter ends, the sun rises,

the snow cries the tears of a defeated giant

and suddenly the door is not an error in the wall

and calm is not quicklime in the soul

And my keys don't close and open a prison

It is like this, so simple to explain: -It's not too late,

and if before I wrote to be able to live,

now

I want to live

to tell it.

• Here we are told about starting over no matter how long it takes. It is never too late to start something that we leave pending.

4. Oblivion (Adelardo López de Ayala)

Why have you forgotten me? Why, ungrateful,

you deny your heart to my moan,

and, afflicting my compressed chest,

your inhuman silence is delayed?

Death does not steal from the one who snatches,

neither the name nor the grateful memory ...-

Tomb without an epitaph is oblivion,

that swallows the dead and even kills the name! -

Speak to me, out of mercy; although when talking to me

destroy my hope and be my luck

live crying your eternal rigor ...

Remember even to kill me;

that I hate oblivion more than death,

and I fear nothing more than hell.

• Sometimes it is necessary for that person we love to kill our hope for a future together, when love is unrequited.

5. Hope says: one day... (Antonio Machado)

Hope says: One day

you will see it, if you wait.

Hopelessness says:

Only your bitterness is her.

Beat, heart... Not all

the earth has swallowed him up.

• A short poem that says that hope is a long-term contract, where patience is the best virtue to conquer what we long for.

6. The bay leaf (José Tomás de Cuellar)

When I read you some verses, from your eyes

I saw a bright tear sprout.

There is a hope in common to the soul.

There is a God, and a faith and a truth.

The tear that springs to my accents

From some flower of the soul is sweet honey;

When I tear it away, my soul is greedy

He keeps it like a bay leaf.

• Faith and hope go hand in hand, and although it all seems unfortunate, the flame can be re-lit with a little incentive.

7. Invictus (William Hentley)

Beyond the night that covers me,

black as the unfathomable abyss,

I thank the gods that may exist

for my unconquerable soul.

In the haphazard clutches of circumstance

I have not moaned or cried.

Subjected to the blows of chance

my head bleeds, but it's upright.

Beyond this place of anger and crying

lies but the horror of the shadow,

And still the threat of the years

find me and will find me without fear.

No matter how narrow the door is,

how loaded with punishments the sentence,

I am the owner of my destiny,

I am the captain of my soul.

• This is a very special poem, as it was made in tribute to the years in prison suffered by President Nelson Mandela.

8. Madrugada (Juan Gelman)

Sky games wet the

early morning of the violent city.

She breathes for us.

We are the ones who ignited love

so that it lasts,

so that it survives all loneliness.

We have burned fear, we have

looked face to face with pain

before deserving this hope

We have opened the windows to

give him a thousand faces.

• It is necessary to take a step forward to make way for what we want to make a reality, because things will not come by themselves.

9. Ay del triste (José Zorrilla)

Woe to the sad one who consumes

the existence of him in waiting!

Woe to the sad one who presumes

that the duel with which he is overwhelmed

the absent must weigh!

Hope is from heaven

precious and fatal gift,

Well, lovers stay awake

they change hope into jealousy.

that burn the heart.

If what is expected is true,

it is a consolation indeed;

but being a chimera,

in such a fragile reality

who waits despairs.

• Waiting is never easy, we are constantly tempted to give up and succumb to despair. But it must be remembered that this never brings favorable results.

10. The flower of my hope (Manuel del Palacio)

I saw in one morning

Serene and delicious,

Shine on the fresh pink meadow

Splendid and gallant.

Its colored leaves

The dawn sun wounded,

She was the queen of the other flowers,

She was the flower of my hope.

The loving breezes rocked her

Filling her cocoon with perfume,

They gave it life and color,

I saw her fresh from the meadow pride;

My woes of brokenness

Only she lovingly understood,

How many times my cry

He watered the flower of my hope!

I told her my dreams,

The story I explained to him of my loves,

She happily laughed at my dreams

And miserably cried my pains.

• There will always be someone who appreciates both our strengths and our misfortunes and with whom we can share the hope of tomorrow.

11. Heaven is no longer a hope (Roberto Juarro)

Heaven is no longer a hope

but just an expectation.

Hell is no longer a sentence

but just a void.

Man is no longer saved or lost

only sometimes he sings on the road.

• A short and harsh poem that expresses what loss of hope looks like.

12. Madrigal (Armando Nervo)

For your green eyes I miss it,

siren of those who ulysses, shrewd,

loved and feared.

For your green eyes I miss it.

For your green eyes in what, fleeting,

to shine usually, sometimes, melancholy;

for your green eyes so full of peace,

mysterious like my hope;

for your green eyes, an effective spell,

I would save myself.

• The eternal hope of an eternal love, of a promise that manifests itself in the eyes of the one you love.

13. Love after love (Derek Walcott)

A time will come

in which, with great joy,

you will greet yourself,

to you who comes to your door,

the one you see in your mirror

and each will smile at the welcome of the other,

and he will say, sit here. Eat.

You will continue to love the stranger who was yourself.

Offer wine, Offer bread. Give back your love

yourself, the stranger who loved you

all your life, who you haven't met

to meet another heart

who knows you by heart.

Pick up the letters from the desk,

the photographs, the desperate lines,

take off your mirror image.

Sit down. Celebrate your life.

• This beautiful poem makes us a reflection on self-love and the importance of cultivating it over time, since the crops of hope are harvested from there.

14. Hope (Alexis Valdés)

When the storm passes

And the roads are smoothed

and let's be survivors

of a collective shipwreck.

With a tearful heart

and the blessed destiny

we will feel happy

just to be alive.

And we will give you a hug

to the first stranger

and we will praise the luck

to keep a friend.

And then we will remember

everything we lost

and at once we will learn

everything we didn't learn.

We will no longer be envious

for all will have suffered.

We will no longer have laziness

We will be more compassionate.

What belongs to everyone will be worth more

That what has never been achieved

We will be more generous

And much more committed

We will understand the fragile

what does it mean to be alive

We will sweat empathy

for whom he is and who is gone.

We will miss the old man

that he asked for a peso in the market,

that we did not know his name

and he was always by your side.

And maybe the poor old man

It was your God in disguise

You never asked the name

because you were in a hurry.

And everything will be a miracle

And everything will be a legacy

And life will be respected,

the life we ​​have earned.

When the storm passes

I ask God, saddened,

that you give us better,

as you had dreamed of us.

• After the storm, the calm undoubtedly arrives and with it a new way of perceiving our reality, being grateful and forgetting the sorrows. This poem is special as it shows the reality after the pandemic.

15. Sonnet IV (Garcilaso de la Vega)

A while my hope rises,

more tired of having gotten up,

returns to fall, that leaves, to my bad degree,

free the place to mistrust.

Who will suffer such a harsh move

from good to evil? Oh tired heart

strive in the misery of your state,

that after fortune there is usually a bonanza!

I myself will undertake by force of arms

break a mountain that another did not break,

of a thousand very thick inconveniences;

death, prison cannot, nor pregnancies,

take away from going to see you however I want,

naked spirit or man in flesh and blood.

• A crude poem that reminds us to light a flame of hope in the darkest moments, because it is very easy to lose it.

16. What do the young have left? (Mario Benedetti)

What is left to prove to the young

In this world of patience and disgust?

Just graffiti? rock? skepticism?

they also have to not say amen

do not let love kill them

recover speech and utopia

to be young without haste and with memory

place yourself in a story that is yours

don't become premature old men

What is left to prove to the young

In this world of routine and ruin?

cocaine? beer? Brave bars?

they have to breathe / open their eyes

discover the roots of horror

invent peace even if it be punched

get along with nature

and with the rain and the lightning

and with feeling and with death

that crazy tie and untie

What is left to prove to the young

in this world of consumption and smoke?

Vertigo? Assaults? Discos?

They also have to argue with God

whether it exists or does not exist

reach out helping hands / open doors

between your own heart and that of others /

above all they have to make the future

despite the mean things of the past

and the wise rascals of the present.

• The hope of a great future lost to the frivolities and materialism of the new generations.

17. Our deepest fear (Marianne Williamson)

Our deepest fear is not that of being inappropriate.

Our deepest fear is that of being powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that scares us.

We ask ourselves: Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?

Rather, the question is: Who are you not to be?

You are a child of the universe.

There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people around you don't feel insecure.

We are born to bring out the glory of the universe within us, as children do.

You were born to manifest the divine glory that exists within us.

It is not only in some of us: It is within each and everyone.

And while we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

And by freeing ourselves from our fear, our presence automatically frees others.

• It is common to lose hope in ourselves and fall into insecurity. But there is a time when we must choose whether to stay in the background or create that desired future.

18. Tenths of our love (Xavier Villaurrutia)

You've barely come back, and already

in all my being it advances,

green and cloudy, hope

to tell me: "Here it is!"

But his voice will be heard

roll without echo in the dark

loneliness of my closure

and I will keep thinking

that there is no hope when

hope is torture.

• There are times when hope does us more harm than good, when we hope to get something from someone who can never give us what we want.

19. Esperanza wails among cottons (César Vallejo)

Esperanza wailed between cottons.

Hoarse uniformed edges

of woven threats of magnificent spores

and with innate doormen buttons.

Does six sun shine?

nativity. Shut up, fear.

Christian I hope, I always hope

of fennels on the circular stone that is

in the hundred corners of this luck

So vague where I look

And a startled god oppresses us

the pulse, grave, mute,

and as a father to his little girl,

barely,

but barely, open the bloody cottons

and between his fingers he takes hope.

Lord, I want it ...

Enough!

• Hope is always more powerful than fear. Therefore, he allows us to face difficult times, but also makes us highly manipulable.

20. Epitaph (Pedro Antonio de Alarcón)

Those who are in rapid flight cry here

you cross the time that throws you to death.

Behold in turned ash

how much luck to desire is achieved;

beauty, youth, virtues, life,

bliss, thank you, love, genius, hope,

friend, sister, daughter, mother, wife ...

All vanished here rests!

• It is on the deathbed that many people realize the time they wasted in life and then cling to the hope of moving towards a better world.

21. Hope (Alberto Lista)

Sweet hope, of the beloved prestige

always lavish, that the mortal adores,

Come, dissipate pious and benevolent

the pains of my anguished chest.

The already forgotten plectrum returns to my hand,

and to the bosom the consoling friendship;

and your voice, oh divine enchantress,

mitigate or defeat the cruelty of fate.

But oh! don't flatter me

those flowers that you took in Gnido,

whose juice is deadly, yet tasty.

The delirium of the first age passed,

and I already fear pleasure, and cautiously I ask,

not happiness, but rest.

• An almost desperate plea for hope to be restored to move forward after an event that has devastated the heart.

22. Don't give up (Mario Benedetti)

Don't give up, you still have time

to reach out and start over.

Accept your shadows

bury your fears,

release the ballast,

take flight again.

Do not give up that life is that,

continue the journey,

follow your dreams

unlock time,

run the debris,

and uncover the sky.

Don't give up, please don't give in

although the cold burns,

although fear bites,

even if the sun goes down,

and the wind is silent.

There's still fire in your soul,

There is still life in your dreams.

Because life is yours and yours is also the desire

because you wanted it and because I love you

Because there is wine and love, it is true.

Because there are not wounds that time can not heal.

Open doors,

remove the bolts,

abandon the walls that protected you,

Live life and accept the challenge,

recover the laughter,

rehearse a song,

lower your guard and spread your hands.

Spread the wings

and try again.

Celebrate life and take back the skies.

Don't give up, please don't give in

although the cold burns,

although fear bites,

Even if the sun goes down and the wind stops.

There's still fire in your soul,

There is still life in your dreams.

Because every day is a new beginning,

Because this is the time and the best time.

Because you are not alone, because I love you.

• One of the most moving poems of Benedetti, whose message drives us to move forward despite all the difficulties, because there is always someone who takes care of us, encourages us and loves us.

23. The darkness in my pupils has died (Julia de Burgos)

The darkness has died in my pupils,

since I found your heart

in the window of my sick face.

Oh bird of love,

that you trill deeply, like a total and solitary clarion,

in the voice of my chest!

There is no abandonment ...

nor will there ever be fear in my smile.

Oh bird of love,

that you are swimming sky in my sadness !!!

Beyond your eyes

my twilights dream of bathing in your lights ...

Is the mystery blue?

Leaning into myself contemplating my rescue,

that brings me back to life in your flash ...

• This poem leaves us a great lesson: never leave love aside for a bad experience. Remember that failures are lessons, including those in the realm of love.

24. To fear (Catalina Clara Ramírez de Guzmán)

Let live, fear, my hope,

that he is hardly born when he barely dies;

and if it is not to be achieved, let it wait,

since there is the good of the bad in the delay.

I do not trust her promises,

I thank you more than flattering me wants;

don't get in the way that I fool myself if I can,

pretending that in my bad there will be change.

If waiting for hope entertains me,

leave so much relief to my torment

that by flattery the taste prevents it.

Do not deny me, Fear, so short breath;

I already know that granting you is convenient for me,

which is to follow hope to catch the wind.

• Generally, what kills hope is the constant fear that haunts us and which we allow to control us. Therefore, in order to maintain hope, it is necessary to get rid of fear.

25. Rima LXXVIII (Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer)

Faking realities

with vain shadow,

in front of desire

hope goes.

And their lies

like the phoenix reborn

from the ashes of him.

• Not all the hopes that fall on our side are good, as they can come from the hand of those who only seek to use us.

26. Hopeless love (Cruz María Salmerón Acosta)

There where sea and sky kiss,

the sail of the ship so far away

fake the last goodbye of your handkerchief

that fluttered, like a bird in your hand.

You left my native soil yesterday

for another soil that became arcane for me,

and I still suffer a grief,

Desperate to wait for you in vain

To every wandering candle I imagine

that attracts you to my arms, or that Fate

towards the beach where I am throws you.

Again the nostalgia tortures me,

to think that I will have misfortune

to die of hopeless love.

• This is a clear example of those hopes that do nothing but harm us. Waiting for a love that will not return or that can never be and we cannot accept.

27. Hope sustained me for a while (Hernando de Acuña)

Hope held me for a while

and Love consented because he felt,

when the state in which I am came,

which was for greater distrust.

In great fortune he showed me bonanza

and assured me because I knew,

when new pain was less afraid,

that in your safety there is more moving.

I spent with this relief my care,

until I have known from hour to hour

that everything was colored for more damage;

and with having already disappointed me,

I know what's in me again now

more rigging for new deception.

• When things seem to get better in a troubled romance, hope for a better future is created. But when it gives way to disappointment it is very difficult to trust a love again.

28. Hope (Ángel González)

Sunset black spider.

You stop

not far from my body

abandoned, you walk

around me,

weaving, fast,

inconsistent invisible threads,

you come closer, stubborn,

and you almost caress me with your shadow

heavy

and mild at the same time.

Crouching

under the stones and the hours,

you waited patiently for the arrival

of this afternoon

in which nothing

it's already possible ...

My heart:

your nest.

Bite into it, hope.

• Hope always finds its own way to grow within us.

29. He who sails suffers the storm (Lope de Vega)

He who sails suffers the storm

the angry sea, and the uncertain wind

with the hope of the happy port,

while the sight of their skies arrives.

In the heat of Libya, ice in Norway,

of blood, of weapons and covered sweat,

the soldier suffers; the labrador awake

at dawn the field digs, sows and waters.

The port, the bag, the fruit, at sea, at war,

in the field, the sailor and the soldier

and the farmer encourages and takes away sleep.

But sad for the one who errs so much,

that in sea and on land, frozen and scorched,

hopelessly serve the ungrateful owner.

• This poem leaves us a valuable reflection in the middle of its metaphors, which is learning to see the obstacles as challenges to put our skills into practice and that leave us new lessons that will serve for the future.

30. The Danger of Hope (Robert Frost)

It's right there

halfway between

the bare garden

and the green garden,

when the branches are about

to burst into flower,

in pink and white,

that we fear the worst.

Well there is no region

that at any price

don't choose that time

For a frosty night

• A poem that encourages us to be constantly alert to the imminent dangers that surround us, even in the midst of happiness.