Creative Writing by Robert Stanhope - ROBERT STANHOPE

ROBERT STANHOPE

When Giants Cry

8/28/2024

When giants cry, the world will know,
As rivers surge and valleys grow,
Their icy hearts, once cold and still,
Now melt away by nature’s will.

The ancient bones of frozen time,
In mournful tears, begin to climb,
From mountain peaks to ocean’s shore,
A solemn tale of what they bore.

With every drop, a whispered woe,
Of ages past, of ice and snow,
They crumble slow, yet we ignore,
The giants' grief, their final roar.

The glaciers weep, their tears set free,
To flood the lands, to swell the sea,
Yet in their cry, a plea remains,
To heed the call, to break the chains.

For when the giants weep and wane,
The earth will tremble with their pain,
And in their tears, the truth will lie,
Of what is lost when giants cry.

My Heart Will Sing

7/23/2024

Political banners, colors bright,
Wave in anger, left and right,
Debate and discord fill the air,
Power's game, a ceaseless snare.

Yet here I am, beneath the trees,
Where whispers float on summer's breeze,
Away from tumult, sweet release,
I wander fields where wildflowers grow,
In nature’s arms, a gentle flow.

The world’s a storm, but I remain,
In my own world, apart from pain,
I find my solace, find my way,
In simple moments, day by day.

Let them argue, let them fight,
In their chaos, I take flight,
Churches bicker, parties rage,
Their endless wars, a troubled stage.

But I find peace in quiet streams,
In twilight’s glow, and moonlit dreams,
While doctrines war and leaders vie,
Beneath the vast and open sky.

Let them fight their righteous wars,
I’ll walk my path, through open doors,
In simple joys, my heart will sing,
Content to do my own small thing.

Bald man sitting by a stream in the mountains.

In Search of Fortune

8/21/2023

In days long past, when dreams took flight,
In Alaska's heart, a land of might,
A tale was etched, a fevered rush,
For gold that gleamed in Dead Horse's hush.

The promise whispered in every breeze,
Fortunes vast among ancient trees,
Prospectors came, their hearts ablaze,
Seeking riches in myriad ways.

Through rugged trails and icy streams,
They chased the sun's elusive beams,
Pick and shovel, hope in hand,
They carved their fate in this wild land.

Dead Horse Gulch, a treacherous gorge,
Where dreams met fate, a fatal forge,
A bridge of faith, a span so frail,
Collapsed beneath ambitions' sail.

Into the abyss, dreams were lost,
Fortunes vanished, an icy cost,
The bridge gave way, a heart's lament,
As prospectors' dreams downward went.

Yet, beyond the gulch, the world moved on,
Echoes of loss through time were drawn,
Fortunes scattered, hopes adrift,
In the shadows of dreams, souls sift.

For not all gold is metal's gleam,
It's in the journey, the hopeful dream,
In tales we tell of lessons learned,
In hearts that blaze, undeterred.

Alaskan gold rush, a chapter bold,
With stories of riches and bridges old,
Though Dead Horse Gulch holds secrets deep,
In its memory, life's treasures keep.

So let us remember those who fell,
In pursuit of dreams, a daring spell,
And honor the spirits who still roam,
In search of fortune, a heart's true home.

Steel Cantilever Bridge - White Pass, Alaska

Steel Cantilever Bridge, White Pass, Alaska

Lost One

4/27/2023

By Robert Stanhope

I am the lost one,
On a journey to find me,
Footprints are my past.

Photo by Robert Stanhope

Photo by Robert Stanhope
Location: Hardee Lakes County Park, Bowling Green, Florida

A Song Gone Wrong

8/18/2022

By Robert Stanhope

nickels and dimes
have no rhyme
when they jingle
in my pocket

it's the quarter
that brings the beat
to the tune

it's the dollar
that muffles
the spoons

a song is better than
empty pockets

a bad poem
never launched a rocket

Coins

Photo by Diana Caballero

Cities Never Sleep

4/25/2022

By Robert Stanhope

Cities never sleep,
they nap,
one ear and one eye
open to sounds
of an alley cat squabble,
of a city bus's brakes squeal,
of a loudmouth shouting
out his window
on a hot summer night,
as steam rises
from the urban underbelly,
a pressure cooker.

City Lights

A Forever Moment

4/22/2022

By Robert Stanhope

I mourn today
with a single tear
in my eye,
a memory
of the only moment
you ever said,
I love you.

I love you

Photo by S. Hermann & F. Richter

Dear John

4/14/2022

By Robert Stanhope

"Dear John",
it was on the table,
a small white envelope
with her handwriting,

I placed it in my desk,
unopened,
I know what it reads,
I expected it,

Gone forever,
a mutual love,
broken by mutual lies.

Sacrifice No More

4/4/2022

By Robert Stanhope

The depth beneath my skin,
not more than a few inches
to my fleshy heart,
is far more shallow
than my mind can see
into the abyss
of my aching thoughts,
where the beating stops
before love is found,
and sacrifice is no more.

Rusty Heart

Break The Curse

7/27/2021

By Robert Stanhope

Black magic
permeates the mind
leaving behind a fog
rolling in heavy
on a desperate soul
lost in a dark cove
of sunken ships,
only the sound
of a horn
will break the curse,
guide the spirit
to a clear sea
free to sail away
on tranquil waters.

Foggy cove photo by Willgard Krause