Best Bated Breath Poems
With Bated Breath
With bated breath I wait to see your glowing face
In the evening skies when you arise
Taking my breath away with your beauty.
How I await to view your glowing silver orb.
Beauty and enchantment of your illumination
Are a lover's romantic delight tonight as
Twilight deepens into indigo skies you
Elate my senses as you mesmerize in
Darkened skies where you rule the seas.
Breaking waves upon the sands provide
Rapturous tunes that envy you, majestic moon
Ever playing hide and seek with clouds
Above as you slowly ascend, wooing lovers in your
Transit across the sparkling star studded skies as
Hearts are captured with-in your magic spell.
8-30-19
~First Place~
Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Dearest Sunlight, I Wait With Bated Breath
Dearest sunlight has thy glow ran away
Into a hideous canyon to hide
Please to dawn's glorious hour this I pray
Return, forgive me my arrogant pride
I watch night sky, its vast, glittering glows
Yet this lonely soul inward deeply cries
Beauty abounds as a heavenly show
Whilst on this sadden earth, love too oft dies.
Dearest sunlight, have mercy, please return
Life without you leaves but a bitter taste
And in these consuming fires heart so burns
While once so happy now all seems a waste.
Dearest sunlight, I wait with bated breath.
Life without you, tis but a fearsome death.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2022
Sonnet
Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a dream.
As the dawn comes, it heart pleading for peace
flies morning dove, love borne with its release
but mankind blinded by world's scathing lies
walks a doomed path, such truth thus denies.
Neither shall ignorance, such dark defend,
When evil was clasped as busom friend.
When you left me in mild mid-summer twilight
I heard you say you’d return on a silvery night
Through the dust of full moon of spring when
Hues would flush the first rose of my garden.
Beyond the blue haze of bright night’s beguiled
And ardent ambience I saw you disappear while
The rush of thoughts swept my mind with tense
Expectations shrouded by a nebulous suspense
Defined by the design of my dreams I’d dreamed.
Bereft of the zest my loveless languished time lone
Raced on pensive plateau with changing seasons.
Early in spring in the sapling of rose I’d planted
A bud unfurled pink petals to bloom enchanted.
Till the full moon shined on my first rose I waited
Holding fragile heart at the edge with bated breath.
August 25, 2019
Title chosen : With Bated Breath
Contest : Pick A Title, Vol 8-Acrostic
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
June 5, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select 5
Sponsor : Brian Strand
With Bated Breath--
Create in me O Lord
Breath of life
Blow your wind a gust in me, O Lord
While I stand here on the realm of enlightenment,
Investing in the twilight lite placement in times;
Together my body and spirit separates,
Host has hurried and left its place, now lifted and faceless…
Breath has flown, gone on…
Arise, arise my soul dough flies flows towards heaven…
Tenderly submitting to the almighty Creator.
Each and every embrace,
Delivers He Himself God’s self-
Beholding His essence, caressing ever-present;
Reaches towards heavens skies, golden hills and valleys;
Everlasting premise glory endowed greatness;
All power created from my Father;
Total resources open create O’ God mine energy spirit;
Hold inside me rejuvenated, arise in me blow your- breath of life…
Create in me O Lord
Breath of life
8/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)
(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing
haint no crime -
at least not yet!)
Okay bull heave me you,
at this moment
alm completely unaware
what the a muse zing
genie of poetic
inspiration will bring
possibly shelving what Calliope
holds in store for me,
meanwhile now
with impatience it ching
visa vis to discover
what this Earthling,
(albeit modest) will be amazingly
graced with pizazz, meanwhile aye fling
haphazardly, indiscriminately,
and jocosely blitz
krieg feebly attempting
to contrive ingeniousness emits
poetic prestidigitation in fits
and starts, sans "FAKE" wits
as this humble
human imperceptibly orbitz
around mister Sun,
(which about bajillion years
from now suddenly quits)
shining foisting misery,
where Nyx knocks
(paddy whack give
my dog a bone...) divinely,
knowingly and spiritedly visits
(believe me you) this trumpeting
stupid moron loser
forever doth taint
after this moment
(no need tubby saint
lee and suppress any quaint
gut wrenching chortle)
at what aint
no farce), nor literary feint
yours truly painfully,
sorrowfully, and verily avers,
he now lacks fire and fury
(as if nettled and docked by burrs)
nonetheless, which ambition
dust hanker mink thinks furs,
and foremost (Tom
morrow i.e. purrs
sues tha owl mighty,
where fame posthumously spurs
me amidst pantheon
of great writers
which dream dashed
into a million,
(no...no...no...not
bajillion this instance,
though good guess) pieces
abysmal silence replacing
(palimpsest like),
mine over active imagination whirs.
Worthy worship welcomes divine bated breath of well-done work
Invigorating my earnest praise-offering and prayer-intercession
Triumphing over turbulent trials along toilsome tests
Hoisting me toward God’s heavenly hope.
Braced-up with Christ’s strength during righteousness’ bouts of bated-breath
Assured faith of mine adheres to Him against doubts’ afflictions
Tenaciously standing upon His truth with thanksgiving
Empowered for service-enablement
Doing His will with delight*.
Blessings of grace beautify my spirit of bated-breath burden-bearing
Replenished by the Lord’s constant rejuvenation and ready revival
Enlivened through His might for volunteerism-enhancement
Amidst altruism, devoid of vain arrogance and apathy
Trusting the Saviour Whose mercies are tender
Helping others with loving heart.
*Psalm 40:8 I delight to do thy will, O my God…
September 2, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/7/2019.
I long to whisper your name,
Under bated breath,
In the heat of the moment,
Under sensual duress.
To scream out in silence,
As you enter within,
My mound of fire,
Cavern of sin.
To holler out loud,
With my beating heart,
While our bodies collide,
Before pulling apart.
To moan in the pitch,
Of the darkest night,
As you enter my void,
Delivering my plight.
To cry out in pain,
As my tears flow free,
Mingling with my juices,
While you penetrate me.
I long to lose my innocence,
Along with my voice,
For you are my lover,
My one and only choice.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
When I awoke,
I started thinking.
Am I rising?
or Am I sinking?
I live each day, as just a day, and carry on my merry way
But there's something more I am trying to see...
Open my eyes and show it to me!
I shall live each day with bated breath,
Giving in to Life or Death.
wistful recollections awaken
intriguing emotions to follow
towards the desolate path
heartless roads once paved
barren fields beneath the stone
amidst the shadows of rock
thirst for more than tears
eventide's sighs often bring
dare she trust to love again?
beneath the lambent light
rising moon now full
emits a glow upon the path
attempting to allure her along
towards the passage of fate
heart agape sighs with bated breath
august 27, 2019
Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Detected overpowering odour ascending by degrees
Rational thought dissolved in fear
Animalistic unearthly roar transpiring
Gigantic mockery of every living thing
Oblique it’s huge amber eye surveyed
Nostrils twitching rapidly to detect
Stagnant atmosphere all pervading
Tantamount aversion restrained
Onerous task to undertake
Nihilism mindfully conjured despair
Extinction of human kind a possibility
9/3/19 sponsor Edward Ibeh
Title With bated breath
Whispers curtailed into the cobalt sky
Inspired by diminished reasons why
Twisted into favorite memories
Half bent over, weeping with willow trees
Betrayal never mute when fear prevails
Anticipation of my heart that wails
Temptation shows no alleviation
Expecting all that resents creation
Decreasing heartbeat; devoid elation
Barren fields mourn, for I am left breathless
Regretting my past, leaving me restless
Eroded lava brick engraved my soul
And bated me until I turned to coal
Thirsty for oxygen so I can live-
Hungry for my purity to forgive
10 syllables in each line
August 21, 2019
"WITH BATED BREATH"
Edward Ibeh
With Bated Breath--
While I stand here on the realm of enlightenment,
Investing in the twilight lite placement in times;
Together my body and spirit separates,
Host has hurried and left its place, now lifted and faceless…
Breath has flown, gone on…
Arise, arise my soul dough flies flows towards heaven…
Tenderly submitting to the almighty Creator
Each and every embrace
Delivers He Himself God’s self
Beholding His essence, caressing ever-present
Reaches towards heavens skies, golden hills and valleys
Everlasting premise glory endowed greatness
All power created from my Father
Total resources open create O’ God mine energy spirit
Hold inside me rejuvenated arise in me blow your breath of life…
8/22/19
Placed #2 in Contest
For Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic - Poetry Contest
5. With Bated Breath
Acrostic poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Dearest Sunlight, I Wait With Bated Breath
Dearest sunlight has thy glow ran away
Into a hideous canyon to hide
Please to dawn's glorious hour this I pray
Return, forgive me my arrogant pride
I watch night sky, its vast, glittering glows
Yet this lonely soul inward deeply cries
Beauty abounds as a heavenly show
Whilst on this sadden earth, love too oft dies.
Dearest sunlight, have mercy, please return
Life without you leaves but a bitter taste
And in these consuming fires heart so burns
While once so happy now all seems a waste.
Dearest sunlight, I wait with bated breath.
Life without you, tis but a fearsome death.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2022
Sonnet
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a dream.
As the dawn comes, it heart pleading for peace
flies morning dove, love borne with its release
but mankind blinded by world's scathing lies
walks a doomed path, such truth thus denies.
Neither shall ignorance, such dark defend,
When evil was clasped as busom friend.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2022
I Wait With Bated Breath...
(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing
haint no crime -
at least not yet!)
Okay bull heave me you,
at this moment
alm completely unaware
what the a muse zing
genie of poetic
inspiration will bring
possibly shelving what Calliope
holds in store for me,
meanwhile now
with impatience it ching
visa vis to discover
what this Earthling,
(albeit modest) will be amazingly
graced with, meanwhile aye fling
haphazardly, indiscriminately,
and jocosely blitz
krieg feebly attempting
to contrive ingenious emits
poetic prestidigitation in fits
and starts, sans "FAKE" wits
as this humble
human imperceptibly orbitz
around mister Sun,
(which about bajillion years
from now suddenly quits)
shining foisting misery,
where Nyx knocks
(paddy whack give
my dog a bone...) divinely,
knowingly and spiritedly visits
(believe me you) this trumpeting
stupid moron loser
forever doth taint
after this moment
(no need tubby saint
lee and suppress any quaint
gut wrenching chortle)
at what aint
no farce), nor literary feint
yours truly painfully,
sorrowfully, and verily avers,
he now lacks fire and fury
(as if nettled by burrs)
nonetheless, which ambition
dust hanker mink thinks furs,
and foremost (Tom
morrow i.e. purrs
sues tha owl mighty,
where fame posthumously spurs
me amidst pantheon
of great writers
which dream dashed
into a million,
(no...no...no...not
bajillion this instance,
though good guess) pieces
abysmal silence replacing
(palimpsest like),
mine over imagination whirs.
I fear the morrow -
caged by past, I rip apart;
yet today's growth blossoms.