Hope

bloodredtears Legend I don't entirely think I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk. Posts: 1,164	Hope Jan 16, 2004 12:32:21 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by bloodredtears on Jan 16, 2004 12:32:21 GMT -5 Hope hope hangs on a thread slender as the fishing line I hold the fish breaks the line
	Poetry copyright of Bloodredtears Summer has flown its nest, as the days swiftly turn to fall and we start to roost in the bosom of winter.

SilverEyes Poet Laureate Silver eyes crying crimson tears. Posts: 609	Hope Jan 17, 2004 2:48:33 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by SilverEyes on Jan 17, 2004 2:48:33 GMT -5 Didn't I see this on Coffee House? Anyway, it's a nice poem all the same.
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bloodredtears Legend I don't entirely think I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk. Posts: 1,164	Hope Jan 17, 2004 13:41:34 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by bloodredtears on Jan 17, 2004 13:41:34 GMT -5 i might have put it there...i can't remember where i posted some of my stuff...this one is a bit older...but having not written anything short in a while, this is all i had
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Hope Feb 2, 2004 23:31:42 GMT -5

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Post by serenepoetress on Feb 2, 2004 23:31:42 GMT -5

this is more than quite good! hope can be so elusive just like the slippery fish...so close yet beyond our grasp...when hope evades us our souls hunger just as when the fish breaks the line and swims away our bellies growl...a very clever metaphor...this is truly GREAT!!!

T.J. Barber Administrator Founder I would advise you to stay on my good side!!! Posts: 937	Hope Feb 3, 2004 12:05:36 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by T.J. Barber on Feb 3, 2004 12:05:36 GMT -5 I love to fish so for me this was a great comparison. The fish truly does describe hope. It's easy to catch when you have the right bait but then it's impossible to hold on to.
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Chaotic_Thetis Apprentice Bleed me! For i have witnessed yet remained silent.Slay me! For i had your love and kept it. Posts: 142	Hope Feb 6, 2004 15:12:08 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Chaotic_Thetis on Feb 6, 2004 15:12:08 GMT -5 This brings to mind an odd image, i've just watched "Big Fish" and in some ways it has great similarities with the way Hope was used. Nevertheless, great write ^_^
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Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	Hope Feb 12, 2004 16:45:14 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2004 16:45:14 GMT -5 The last line sort of... makes me think pessimistically. Heh. Anywho keep it up, alright? I loved it. Symbolized hope wonderfully.

bloodredtears Legend I don't entirely think I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk. Posts: 1,164	Hope Feb 12, 2004 17:08:04 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by bloodredtears on Feb 12, 2004 17:08:04 GMT -5 thanks everyone who replied...the point of the last line was to be pessimistic actually...this was still my bitter/ angry/ depressed stage...and i felt like hope was gone...so...the fish broke the line
	Poetry copyright of Bloodredtears Summer has flown its nest, as the days swiftly turn to fall and we start to roost in the bosom of winter.

richie Virtuoso Posts: 302	Hope Feb 19, 2004 7:22:01 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by richie on Feb 19, 2004 7:22:01 GMT -5 lovely poem and intresting content makes the reader think which short poetry is all about. Richie.
	from childhood's hour I have not been as others were-I have not seen as others saw-I could not bring my passions from a common spring from the same sourse I have not taken my sorrow: I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone and all I loved I loved alone.

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