Awaiting Poems - Poems about Awaiting

Oh Merciful God, How long I've been waiting for this month? A month of holy prayer and revelation A glance of Alhamdulillah and unbreakable faith Bless those who struggle and plea for Your mercy As the tower...

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______________ The heroine dresses herself with pleasure, makes bed, and awaits her beloved _________________ Wearing bashfulness, concealed joy, Nigh impatient, blushing, no less coy, Lips quivering in excitement To embrace ultimate moment, Feet ready to break into dance, Bed to door and back O to prance, Her bosom pulsating to be one With beau in climaxing union, Spread hast she a bed sheet of silk, ...

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The New Year started weeks ago; surprising how fast time can flow- Mid-February starts next week! Although the weather's cold and bleak, soon March designs new hope in sight; our days will bring more sun and light! We read those words, “First day of Spring!” That lovely phrase makes our hearts sing. ...

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As days turn into years and hopes turn into fears I sit right here Awaiting your return. The dreams I had are gone but still I'm sleeping on I greet the dawn Awaiting your return. Each heartbeat brings more pain, the feelings still remain I go insane Awaiting your return. And what am I to do? You left me with no clue. What's old is...

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Half past midnight, I have nothing to do Though I swore I needed something And that something might be you I'm merely lying in my bed Restless, with nothing to do Then came 1 AM, still I cannot rise Though my stomach's loudly growling And it's screaming, "gimme food!" I soothed my angry, churning tummy Yet still, I cannot move Then arrived 2 AM, I'm...

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Eagerly awaiting until many tomorrows... to become affianced to the grim reaper, who never promised me a rose garden nor crystal clear pool of fragrant delight to accompany last living breath before succumbing into the Soundgarden of a black hole sun re: the void of nothingness with absolute zero remembrance of things past. Suicidal ideation in tandem with purposelessness (nihilistic existentialism exponentially increasing since my halflife...

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Through autumn morning's misty pall like luffing sails on ancient ships and blinding fog in which we crawl to moor our hopes in empty slips. Like luffing sails on ancient ships, the billows drift just off the coasts much like the hauntings of gray ghosts. And blinding fog in which we crawl, a stage where nothing seems quite real except the silence that we...

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She chose to think his sweet talk lies were cute… that things he said had value worth pursuit. that substance would emerge, somewhat astute. And while his words of love she wants to feel… she ambles through their world hoping to heal. She fears his selfish frost is hard as steel. These past three years recalled with misty eyes…...

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‘I shall multiply your seed as the stars of heaven and as the sand on the seashore’* As if Father Abraham could count them all -- ...

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Looking under the streetlamp vision departs While all that we’re missing hides in the dark The familiar accepted our nature’s are such That what’s in our comfort zone pleases us much Distracting from vistas that broaden our view Unknown and still waiting — to birth us anew (Dreamsleep: May, 2024) ...

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Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened When a boy, I wanted to be as tall as my father (he passed away October seventh two thousand and twenty linkedin to congestive heart failure), who stood at his prime about six feet and two inches and tipped the scales close to two hundred pounds. Teachers and other familiar adults chimed in that though diminutive (yours truly, he unwittingly...

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Lost inside passion with burning desire Vision refocused in tunnels of fire Screams of delirium christen the night Darkness a metaphor tainted delight One then another the virgins do fall Lascivious demons unleashed in the hall Till daybreak approaches new light on the way The beast back in harness —this evening to stray (The New Room: January, 2024) ...

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I am the bride, awaiting the Bridegroom Whom, am I to deny I am His lover I am His prize, embrace me Dear One with an heavenly kiss Caress and lift me up Up, above this worldly mess You love me so You come part the skies Descending unto me... thy Holy Bride I am the bride, awaiting the Bridegroom Whom, am I to deny I am...

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I am here now, Still awaiting… Every moment, Hope abating… Are you there, love? Still debating? Yet, I hold on, Still awaiting… Any day now, Still awaiting… Heart is yearning, Palpating… Do you yearn too? What’s frustrating? Never mind I’m, Still awaiting… Losing patience, Still awaiting… Where are Cupids’ Arrows baiting? Hurry darling, No placating! For too soon I, Won’t be waiting… ...

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A song is heard In the dead of night Her tears are shining in the sky so bright Tears of star light Her voice is delicate and drifts on the breeze As a jade flute sounds in the Cold moon palace Her weavings drape the icy halls in colors Warming up the room The smell of herbs and tonic flow...

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