Relentless Hope

Relentless Hope
by Hope

Time keeps passing by and

Nothing changes

But the core of my being

Chipping away at the crap

That has accumulated on

My soul

I struggle to stay alive but

Death overtakes me


I lose my grounding

Suddenly, Violently

I sink in the abyss

Full to the brim with


Lost to the underworld of pain and


But my soul is also


After each blow she

Picks herself up from the ashes and declares

I am still here. I am still alive.

Do not pronounce me dead

Beneath the wounds a sliver of

Life and hope always remains

I'd like to think that it keeps

Getting strong after each


That the sliver spreads more

Fervently than before

But in the darkness all hope is


The sliver is not enough to save me

From the fall itself

It is fitting that my name

Means Hope

That is my life's struggle

To remain, embody and share


Hope is what brings me back from the


No matter how deep the abyss, nor how

Torturous the struggle

The sliver of Hope always remains

I am alive




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Salaam Manoucher Jaan. Khaylee mamnoon az in sh'er-e zibaa.


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by Manoucher (not verified) on

Siavash Jaan;

Poetry cannot stay away from politics, however politiczed poetry sometimes falls to the base level of poltics itself. Please, read the following poem that I wrote about the greatest warmonger of these days. It is not hard to find His Excellency.

Most Bitter Grain
Your Excellency; your bloody reign
For the world as whole yielded only pain.
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On many cities bombs showered like rain.
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By ruining others, you want to be safe?
Those who sought that end were also insane.
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Whatever you did were indeed in vain.
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by Siavash (not verified) on

Please, try to stay away from posting anything that has to do with politics, like your post about questions to Ahmadinejad which was a disaster. However, spend all of your energy to writing poems.


Why to an abyss?

by Manoucher (not verified) on

Gomnam Jaan;

Why to an abyss?
To the high skies,
Bright galaxies,
And far horizons,
Waves of existence
That never stop;
Heart of the matter
That always flows
In all directions;
Rapture of laughter;
Birth of new life;
To the red color;
Mountains and the sea;
To hearts of lovers;
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by Gomnam on

This poem,
as well as the one written in reply, are both two of the most beautiful I've
seen. The Hope imbued in the spirit of
strife, this is also what I have been looking for. Maybe someday, I will find this hope. But
alas, I lay in the darkness of the abyss, waiting for my end so that if I
cannot find bliss, then at least I will not rot in the abyss.


The Forest

by Manoucher (not verified) on

From dawn to dusk
Of these eventful days
To claws of saws and edges of axes
Fall my children: the trees,
Green, tall, proud,
As storms of intruders plunder
Riches of my heart,
With zest.
They intend
To build dwellings of ants
On my cleared earth:
As they have built upon those of my kin's
Somewhere farther north.
In place of each fallen tree
Density of ten seedlings I shall grow;
From my tropical rich heart.
Since the foggy memories of Earth
I have been imbued with the soul of life,
Are they not aware
I have defied death by spirit of strife?