Poet & Writing Community Poet Community
About Publish FAQ's Bookstore Free Poetry Contest
MoonTownCafe Home for Poets


Advanced Search
MoonTownCafe Home My Cafe Write Poems, Stories, and more Publish your Poems, Stories and Book My Friends on this Site Log-in
  Poetry & Writing ForumsFree Poetry ContestJournal

Free Love Poems \


By biotex on 05/04/2007
Viewed: 633
Reviews: 1

I live on Hope and that I think do all in the world.
Hope is itself a species of happiness and perhaps, the chief happiness which the world affords.
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun.
The brightness of our life is gone.
Hopes are but the dreams of those who wake.
True Hope is swift, and flies with swallow winds.

I live on Hope and I think do all in the world.
To the sick, while there is life there is Hope.
Something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was Hope.
We did not dare to breathe a prayer or to give our anguish scope.
Perhaps Hope is the chief happiness, which the world affords.

I live on Hope and that I think do all in the world.
Hope; dead live nevermore, No, not in heaven
Hope spring eternal in the human breast, man never is, but always to be blest.
Hope comes with a way

I live on Hope and that I think do all in the world.
All is for the best in the best of all possible world.
The refuge from pessimism is the good men and women existing at any time in the world.

© By biotex On 5/4/2007 11:49:57 AM
Read User Reviews
Write Review
Report Poem

Add To Friend

Send To Friend

The Best Online Poem and Writing Community for all
Forgot Username?

Forgot Password?
Not a member?
Sign up for free!

Premium Membership


  Enter your email:
  Site Stats     Online members:0      Online guests:69      Total Users:23897      Total Poems:62986
© 2000-2016 MoonTownCafe.com. All rights reserved. LinksLink to UsPoet LinksContactPrivacy