Best Anticipation Poems
Love waits,
patiently,
for those who dare to dream,
and envision what their future can be
while waiting for their spirit to be set free.
Suspended between sunray and moonbeam,
time stands still,
as they anticipate nature’s will
together,
-forever-
together,
as they anticipate nature’s will,
time stands still,
suspended between sunray and moonbeam.
While waiting for their spirit to be set free,
and envision what their future can be,
for those who dare to dream,
patiently,
love waits.
August 27, 2018
Fireflies danced amongst the shrubs,
Nocturnal fragrance filled the garden,
Sweet melodies of violin
Wafted into the serenity
Of our quiet neighbourhood.
How could I not dream of my love?
On the hammock beneath an old oak
I lay swinging gently to the tune,
A rhapsody weaving a magical spell.
Thoughts drifting into night's allure.
Will she come to me to count our stars?
Would she regale me with many a kiss
As passionate as each nebula
That adorned so heavenly our sky?
There the trill of the nightingale
Suddenly hushed as she approached.
I felt elated with the anticipation of love.
Our house is abuzz
With Me, Bella and Jess
And Mummy is all delight
“Dad’s coming home tonight! “
The Cake has been made
The table has been laid
Candles are alight
Dad will be home tonight!
Mum’s wearing polka dots
Dress, Dad had bought
She looks pretty, so bright!
Dad will be home tonight.
Jess was only two
When dad had to go
He still remembers him, right?
Can’t wait for Dad tonight!
Bella’s dream is a soprano
And so deft with the piano
She will make it a musical nite
When daddy’s home tonight!!
But me? I am a bit too shy
So I did this song on the sly
Plan to place it under his desk-light
Hope Dad will read it tonight!
Dad may have stories from afar
Of his travels and the war
Tales of nobility and military might
At the dinner table tonight.
Just imagine him at the door
Big smile, Open arms for us four
His loving grasp will be tight
When he comes home tonight.
There is a knock on the door!
We all cheer and roar!!
Mum is there on a flight,
Jess lisps, “is it already tonight?”
Four soldiers stand at our gates,
They must be his work mates,
Mum’s voice is soft in fright
“Is he coming home tonight?”
Voices drown as the men depart
Mum is back, her hand on heart
Slowly her legs yield to her weight
“Daddy won’t be coming home tonight!”
Peering around the edges of the yellow-orange sky
dancing under cover of the morning mist
gently you tickle my cheek
whisper good morning my love
onto my once shut slumbered eyes
greet me with your perfect smile
leave me breathless in wake of your beauty
and remind me of why
why my mornings are brighter
why it's great to be alive
The hummingbird flutters out in the meadow
sucking nectar from the most beautiful wildflower
and my thoughts turn to you
and to us
our last night kiss
how you gave to me your heart
butterflies flutter inside of me
and I know
be it slow or fast
racing to your arms
or just waiting
my heart beats
in anticipation
of you
Old year faints away
New, dawns on the horizon,
Destiny dances!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 December 2015
*Happy New Year!
May your dreams come true!
Temptations teasing in the night
as embers glow within the pit
just you and I in pale moon light
that begs our passions to submit
I see the look within your eyes
and tender smile that beckons me
a promise of love’s sweet surprise
I know this night was meant to be
and as you reach and touch my arm
my yearning heart begins to race
with longings just to know your charms
and feel your sighs upon my face
temptations prodding to pursue
as stars peek down from up above;
our time is now, I beg of you
...please don’t make me wait for love.
April 17, 2021
What, if any, shall my love be; if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Will our love wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in the meadow of our love? But, if it is not ordained, how so may it go forth, in the bloom of the day of our meadowed love seasoned? I do miss thee, when we are parted from us, in our meadows; seasoned love.
Separation of a Seasoned Love
Our love is, but, just a separation,
For just a bit longer from one another.
For our souls still,
Danced in the moonlight of our season of love.
Oh, how I've missed our time
Spent physically with one another.
The anticipation of us again in the heavens,
Exciting the taste of our beauty we had the chance to live.
My love, until we are reunited;
I shall count the seconds till our harmony;
And, is together, and once again regained.
My love for Him is forever eternal,
Faithful, as the love that once lived here.
Rest my love,
May our Lord shine on our beauty,
And again, by mornings dew;
Shall we be together again?
In anticipation, I'm waiting for your touch
to feel your hand stroke gentlly
my cheek, I want so much
In anticipation, I'm waiting for your arms
to hold me tight, to lay close
together into the deep of the night
In anticipation, I'm waiting for that kiss
your lips softly on mine
such sweet and utter bliss
In anticipation, my senses soar so high
each time I hear you say my name
or look deep into my eyes
In anticipation, In the heat of my desire
only you can fill this joy in me
alighting passions fire....
Lamps lit in the darkness
like a jeweled evening gown
my soul sings of an emptiness
not having you around...but,
heartsong's are sung to the brightest star
hoping they find you wherever you are...
Can you hear me,while I wait to hear you?
Hope the days pass quickly, and uneventfully.
Until inner rhythms in harmony,
create unique peace, satisfaction,
and a sense of belonging.
A mystery,
whose location and origin is felt,
but not understood.
When kindred spirits become close,
and play once again.
in my dream of dreams
i wake so gently
nudge you as you sleep
the caress to tantalize you
aroma seductive in the air
café au lait brought to your lips
secretly how I long to be
the sprinkle of sugar in your cup
the jam on your croissant
your morning ray of sunshine
o how I long to be
the spark of joy
upon your smile
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 26, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1060) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Posted on October 28, 2021
The Anticipation of Snow
David J Walker
No matter how old I grow
The anticipation of snow
Beckons the memories of my feet
Deep in rubber boots
We called galoshes
Stepping into a virgin white
World of crisp cold
The crunching sound of
Crushing snow to the ground
Below leaving the footprints of tread
Evidence of boys and girls
In a playground world of winter
The picture window in the front room
Framed the storm from the warmness of
Our house where falling snow is quietly accepted
Its joy is in the arrival
Its secrets in the style of survival
The bitterness excepted
And the face of each snowflake a
Fingertip printed in the icy touch of winter
No matter how much may fall
You cannot count them all
Banked by the snowplows at night
Tonight
She wanes
Each
Perpetual
Moment
By her silent phone
Awaiting
Breathlessly
The call of a
Secret
Sweetheart
Grasping to
The thread
Of hope
As little by little
The flame
In her heart
Fades
In the
Deathening
Stillness
Of the night
February
Fourteenth
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on February 12, 2018 for contest VALENTINES DAY sponsored by CECELIA HOPKINS-DREWER - RANKED 3RD
Hope springs eternal, they say
Robin red-breast seen with the blue jay
Flowers poke their way up through hard ground
Buds on tree open, prisoners unbound
The sky is a pale azure-blue
Her breezes so warm and inviting
Spring's yearly hope's again sprung
The very air whispers promises exciting...
Then what to make of renewed hope in mid-Winter
Rivers and streams no longer flowing
Icicles hang from stark tree limbs midst snowing
Few hints of life outdoors stirring or growing
Yet it's in with the New Year, decked out in gay flirtation
Spirits soaring higher, with each clink of inebriation
Optimism peeking into every nook and cranny of our nation
There's a feeling of can't-miss anticipation --
This year will usher in an era of Lasting Peace and Jubilation!
December 31, 2018
there is a craving
in my heart
an anticipation
that keeps me going
propulses me
to greet each morning
with the same excitement
and childlike hope
as when I'd open
that new box of
Cracker Jacks
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on November 5, 2019