Best Anticipating Poems
stockings on the mantle spilling over
with toys from Santa's red sack
proof he got my letter
12/6/11
Categories:
anticipating, holiday,
Form:
Kimo
There’s a nip in the wind,
so into warmer clothes, I’ll change
the coming storm, they say, is a beast,
but rain won’t start, till after light;
all night, the rain will pour;
I must bring in the cat.
Storms terrorize my cat,
so do rattling windows, in the wind.
Around here, rains that pour,
nring drastic temperature changes
and the raging lightening,
is a formidable beast.
Though the beast
terrorized my cat,
I await the daylight,
to view the damage from the storm’s winds
and lightening that change
Our ground, with the deluges that pour.
As it storms, I will pour
over my utility bill-beasts.
I must also change
the litter box, for the cat.
The raging, lightening and wind
sends her streaking, like greased lightening.
In the morning light,
orange juice, I pour.
I’ve lost another tree, to the wind;
the storm did beastly
damage and not just, to my cat;
the landscape of my town, has changed!
I will change
Into clothing that’s light.
I’ll go outside with my cat
And begin to pour
Over the debris, from the beastly
Storm and its tempestuous winds.
They say that, change, is good, but they haven’t see a frenzied cat.
By morning’s sunlight she’s a fur-blown beast.
Still, she’s survived the pouring Rain and the terrors brought,
by unforgiving winds.
Categories:
anticipating, cat, rain, storm, weather,
Form:
Sestina
Tiny crocuses soon peep their purple heads
Above the lingering pale green foliage
In my upper yard's terraced flowering beds
Robins on my lawn will hungrily forage
Building their sturdy nests out of sticks and threads
Young folks are considering dates for marriage
Days when I open the windows for fresh air
And belt out the loudest show tune, if I dare!
Written February 11, 2021
For "Spring Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
[Ottava Rima - eight 11-syllable lines
checked with PS Syllable Counter]
Categories:
anticipating, appreciation, spring,
Form:
Ottava rima
Floating on life waters of which I drink too much
Whiffed on angel wings in arms that’s tranquil to the touch
Searching souls where chances of escape is very slim
And surviving equals staring in the eyes of reapers grim
Slashing strings and snatching as he cuts me down to size
My guardian salutes me then engages as I surmise
Amidst the raging battle I am trapped so in between
The torso and the neck of higher beings most pristine
And being pressured thus I part my lips to utter screams
My breath is snatched by one before I disappear downstream
I wonder next when I awake who is it I’ll first see
With blurry vision both the frames look much the same to me
The tears won’t leave a trail or surface pains which I’m inclined
They’re Loch Ness monster hiding while the darkness is outlined
Though both are treasure hunters searching for this strange believer
The lesser weeps the victor who’ll be crowned golden retriever
Shrouded is the mists that pens me to the walls of doubt
Eclectic as I learn what smothered freedom’s all about
Reveal this dream, awake the mouth to mouth that must revive
The cloudy pillow talk that says I am indeed alive
Categories:
anticipating, angst, death, life, me,
Form:
Couplet
With temps in the nineties for four solid weeks,
and nary a raindrop forever it seems;
our outlook is bleak and to this our mood speaks
of these late summer months and their endless extremes
as the visions of autumn are filling our dreams.
The ground is all cracked and the grass has turned brown
as the fires in the west still continue to burn;
this lengthy hot summer is getting us down.
It’s time for a change as we slowly discern;
for the moderate weather of autumn we yearn.
For family and friends a tailgate we’ll host
as Friday night football the hometown we cheer,
and cool nights by the campfire as marshmallows roast.
The colors of fall on the tree leaves appear
in yellows and ambers and crimsons so clear.
We long for the sight of the full harvest moon
as it rises on high in October night sky,
and patches of pumpkins like bright orange balloons.
We’ll welcome the autumn with hope and a sigh
as we bid our farewell to the summer – good bye.
September 6, 2018
Categories:
anticipating, autumn, longing,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I remember the anticipation of Christmas
Days passed so slowly as excitement filled the air
Practice for special Christmas pageants at church
Worrying that I might forget my part in the play,
Listening while plans were made for Christmas Day
While feeling that something could prevent a visit
From Santa. Lots of talk about being extra good
For Santa had been known to deliver lumps of coal
To little boys and girls who had been naughty
How awful it would be to find nothing under the tree!
Excitement mixed with apprehension, even fear
That the thing you wanted most wouldn’t be there,
Even though you had been warned it was awfully
Expensive, and “Santa is short on money, you know.”
Hope was high, especially as we shopped for small
Gifts for family members and marked off the days.
December 3, 2022
Submitted to "Christmas Spirit" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Categories:
anticipating, angst, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
Legs slowly extend
moments push and bend
I sigh
must the morning end
as sun meets the skin
deep sigh
Eyes close once again
sheets are folding in
oh my
Fingers are tracing
a day in waiting
like this
air is exciting
lips are inviting
oh yes
Stay in my morning
anticipating
such bliss
________
~ moments worth waiting for ~
Something playful and romantic
Form of Poetry - Lai
The lai is another French form. It’s a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an “a” and “b” rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an “a” rhyme use 5 syllables; the “b” rhyme lines have 2 syllables. It feels kind of like organized skeltonic verse.
Categories:
anticipating, desire, good morning, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Here I wait not wanting to be alone
Looking forward to some time together
I call but you fail to pick up your phone
My spirits started light like a feather
Anticipating seeing a smile on your face
Looking forward to some time together
So here I sit looking out into space
Wondering if you have forgotten me
Anticipating seeing a smile on your face
I look and I look but I do not see
I search for your car coming down the road
Wondering if you have forgotten me
My heart is heavy I need to unload
hope diminishes as the minutes pass
I search for your car coming down the road
I wonder if you have run out of gas
Hope diminishes as the minutes pass
Here I wait not wanting to be alone
I call but you fail to pick up the phone
Categories:
anticipating, longing, missing you, people,
Form:
Terzanelle
Christmas is coming,
Jesus heaven's command brings:
-
Love one another!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 December 2022
Categories:
anticipating, christmas, jesus, love,
Form:
Haiku
electric abdominal sensation
pendulum’s cresting action…
gravity’s attraction
Categories:
anticipating, childhood, nostalgia
Form:
Kimo
behind the invisible and locked door Akashic records are re-
corded and monitored (lizards and limbic systems leak fluids)
as druids sacrifice their lives for the harvest and hum…
the swelling cities ramble and babble
beneath sagging and aging wires
disintegrating and integrating
into the impalpable web…boiling brains…
blackness eats mouths growing cancer
as the king’s atomic crown blinds all…
the owl recognizes a voice in the orderly wilder-
ness…the first flakes of snow descend…electric hell glows…
all citizens know and obey the silent titles and epitaphs
etched into our stony silence stabilizing foundations of reality…
the texture of madness caresses my psyche
my eyes envision scythes and scathing words…
…caustic causations eat reason out of my tongue… (who are you?) whispers the auto-
mated unconscious answering silhouettes with symphonies…the negative is the final
answer…contracts contract and species sizzle beneath the riddle penetrating the o-
zone…
Categories:
anticipating, dark, deep, imagination, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
2 days away from the woman of my dreams
It’s taking forever to get here or so it seems
I want to fast forward hurry up and make her mine
I want to see her beautiful eyes filled with sunshine
Her eyes drew me in reminding me of the deep blue see
When I looked deeply into them good life I could see
We talked until she fell asleep most nights
But I stuck awake wanting to turn on the lights
So I could see her beauty shining once again
Sometimes I did click the light now and then
I never thought being here in love would ever come true
But now I sit here as proof that it could happen to you
Her mother told me once she wanted her daughter to know love that was dear
Well I promised her that love had lied right here
That I would take care of her daughter and her I would never try to replace
I was not certain of the look on her mother’s face
But I Hope it was just worry in form of a knot
Because I promise to never break her daughter’s heart
Instead I will be the rock in which she can always lean on for support
I will utilize every lesson in love, I was ever taught
Not sure how to say it but thank you for this beautiful creation
She is the most beautiful woman of the entire nation
My princess my queen whatever she prefers
As long as she is mine and I am hers
Categories:
anticipating, devotion, friendship, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Diversity explores
both resonant and opposing positions
with nearly predative anticipation
And such perversely curious
reverse revisioning diversity deplores
with monoculturing anxiety
quietly crossed
and boldly violated boundaries
of personal
and familial
and municipal
and EarthTribal
indigenous integrity
Sacred space expands
mindfully perceived
this Business As Traumatically Usual place
too lose/lose dark
and too win/win blind
to keep faith with dimming starlight
Celestial Glitter Rivered Ways
majestic
yet ominously silent
shunned Spirits
of ancient silvered sentient bright
Yet momentary mortal time
feels reflective light received
sufficiently reassuring
mythically alluring
for transient transportive pleasure
tenderly insufficient
for full-ripened organic measure
depleting dissonant self-disenfranchising
failure to complete
integrity's potential Paradise.
Categories:
anticipating, appreciation, culture, health, integrity,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Who would've thought he'd have so few days,
when they'd heaped on him all of God's praise.
For this then, they said, he'd been saved,
though they all knew he was depraved.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Categories:
anticipating, america, dark, political,
Form:
Rhyme
There must be a calm hidden with the darkest storm
Albeit hidden, well concealed not wanting to compromise
As the air turns and twists beside my bed
The earth trembles as lightning surges thru’ the air ...
And strikes against my trembling breast
With no one around to help embrace the pain
I reach out for You and Your soothing, restful touch
It’s so difficult to believe…
To comprehend the ‘Why Me’ part of it all
Hunting for a respite…
A place to hide, a way to pretend
Waiting for the whirling tempest to burst upon my head
While I anticipate the lemons to be transformed into jewels
I ride the storm - trying not to wallow in tides of sadness
Feeling exiled from grace as this storm rages
I navigate this raging storm hoping to reign victorious
I sit on life’s shores…
With my feet dangling in sweet purple hues of anticipation
As sorrow wells up within my soul
I ride on the precipice of my destination - hoping to be reborn
While salty, blue tears write my story…
My every dream and hope riding on the storm…
Waiting for my refuge and the sun to rise above …
Waiting to be free as I await the world to follow
Categories:
anticipating, fear, hope, life, storm,
Form:
Free verse