Best Delay Poems
Hesitation
Just a moments delay
Lives change forever
Trajectory altered
Heading to the unknown
Why? Why?
I so liked my routine
The unchanging gives me security
Makes me feel safe
I like to control the outcome
Do I really control anything?
Allow me my illusions
If I am not the master of my own destiny,
to whom will I bow?
Predictability
Predictability is the blanket to which I cling
Hesitation has ripped it from my hands
I stand naked at the edge of wonder
Youthful vigor renewed
Alive once more
No safety net to cushion my fall
Yet I am not afraid
A stranger in a new land
Yet somehow I feel at home
The unfamiliar is strangely comforting
I am powerless but to continue forward
Heart matches each new step
The unknown becomes known
New routines are established
Oh how I like my routines
Predictability is draped over my shoulders
My life is different
Yet my pattern remains the same
I'm left to ponder
Perhaps I should hesitate once again
(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
I wait for you to come with open arms,
for pain that flays and sears me will not cease
though once I feared you, now I see your charms
I long to enter rest and sleep in peace
For you are nothing but a placid state
devoid of feelings and of lucid thought
where pain and heartache do not carry weight
and cravings and ambitions tarry not
You promise me a tranquil, fond embrace
I will not pull away from proffered kiss,
for tears have never ceased to bathe my face
to be relieved of anguish equals bliss
I wait with bated breath; do not delay
Oh, Death, it is for you I kneel to pray
For Craig Cornish's Death Contest
November 5, 2017
the rain delay
we best put everything away
we musn’t harp
the World According to Tarp.
Ramping An Ragging Over A Game Delay
Ramping an ragging
Ragging and ramping
f#@~=%*!` ^& 8®?©
Over a baseball game delay
You’ve been stewing and brewing
What good is doing?
It won’t stop the rain
You’re only babbling to the wind
Let it register in your brain
Quit your shenanigans
Trying to get even
Will only get you breathing and
Heart beating too fast
It’s not difficult
Loosen up and act like an adult
I'm so annoyed
Get over your obsession
Quit your insane bellyaching!
There’s a hundred
Other channels to choose from
8/5/2015
Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Tattered curtains in the wind
A path you soon rescind
Echoes of silence in the halls
Shadows dance upon the walls
Her door off its frame
Search, call her name
Terror brings you to your knees
Your gut twisting with unease
Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Screams burn outside
The attack worldwide
Determined to find her
Afraid of what may occur
Heart breaks at the thought
When nearby a gun is shot
Running wild in the night
Praying it’ll be alright
Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Words still engraved
Your soul enslaved
Memories on your mind
Apocalypse of mankind
Her love you dearly miss
The unforgettable last kiss
Feeling her last breath
As she welcomed death
Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Remember that day
When she faded away
When you were unable to say
What your heart wish to convey
While I'm waiting
You always come with delay
While I'm overwhelmed with work
You always pass by hastefully
While I'm suffering
You always linger around
While I'm enjoying
You always slip away quietly
I can't do anything to stop you
And so, time, I do need your blessings
Just like without any blessings from the Almighty
Man's life will become a mess
Elections
One party is discussing with the Marketers, Public Relations Team about the Propaganda with the Advertisement Director
-Dr what do you think?
- Dr
- Fantastic
-It is really good Dr
-Awesome
(So I can see You are satisfied!)
-Yes Dr
(please don't call me Dr)
Ok Dr,
(-Please.)
- A good investment,
The creative team are in other room listening () talking to each other and laughing loud
A good investment- one says- I am really a Doctor and even so I don't get a single dime
-None of us get Doc
Outside There's an Healthcare Protest
"Give Us Our Money, Gives Us Our Jobs, We Do Not Work For Free"
Journalists are doing their jobs with protest signs
- Isn't good to work for pleasure!? -
202 syllables 130 words 756 Characters-sorry-
34 Lines
I've lived so long here
yet when time for me to leave
everything seems new
I've missed the sun
moon, stars, clouds, the very sky
only lone glance left
nothing to choose now
just bid bye and go away
someone else will stay
17 August 2021
Winter Delay
A gypsy man adorned by a hood
clad in multilayered robe,
comes to usher to the masses
about the magic of season.
With your graceful silhouetted grey figure
give your alms to my country,
you most awaited guest that
this year has delayed.
Spread yours feathers like ,
snow flakes, snow drifts,snow beds,
creamy layers in the north,
undrape your cold wave in the metros
with a boom in the market of
beverages and sizzlers,
shower chill breeze to towns
and cities,and take the warm cloth industry
to a higher graph,bonfire will add to the decor of hotels
and also villages,will hear birdies chirp when it dawns
Alas! In my country,this year you delayed,
Why? Why? my country men ask,
are you disappointed by the intolerance among the
brethen to achieve power.... ..social issues,
caste discrimination,minority expolitation,
inequality and so on......
Anyways,excuse them.Humans err.
They will try to recompense.
Your cool,icy breeze leaves a shivering
current in me,fog is all around,stars come in
the early evening,its all chill chill,
meeting you exalts my soul to
a solemn mood,thanking GOD,
for the wonderful you
WINTER , my gypsy, I love you,
forgive and forget.......
Rizwana Bhurani
15.11.2015
for contest...Write me a Winter poem.
Climbing the Mountain
I thought I’d climb the mountain
It wasn’t very high;
I thought for sure I’d climb it;
Someday before I die.
It was ever my ambition;
It was on my Bucket list.
As soon as that was finished
And I had taken care of this.
Then the climb proved too expensive;
I had no money for my pack.
And I feared that once I climbed it;
I could never make it back.
I thought I’d climb the mountain
It was my sole desire;
I thought for sure I’d climb it,
After I retired.
But my body got to fragile,
My eyesight grew to dim.
So to make it up that mountain now;
My chances are to slim.
I thought I’d climb the mountain.
It just makes me want to cry.
Cause I thought for sure I’d climb it.
Someday before I die,
Don't put off until tomorrow
What you can do today.
If you want to climb a mountain.
Do it now without delay.
(For Linda Woods, Sept. 26, 1952 - Feb. 27, 2023)
she wastes away with Alzheimer's . . .
I wait to know when to travel home
Written Feb. 27 for Tania Kitchin's A New Crystalline - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Written right before my sister Linda passed away.
We all knew the time was very near, and I'll be flying out to my home state in a few days. There will be a "Celebration of Life" Saturday. Sadly, no viewing of the body. I had wanted so much to say my last goodbye to her even though I know her spirit has gone now to a place of peace.
I have decided something and I want you to know.
My life will change from tomorrow!
I will stop having sugar.
I won’t look at chips and cake and burgers.
I won’t even rise up late.
Gymming, swimming, running would be my date.
Its high time, I need digital detox.
Books all around would make me rock.
Meditation and Yoga: my new swank,
Would surely refuel my think tank.
Yes, I can foresee,
Tomorrow would surely see a better me!
But tomorrow never comes, Is a proven fact!
My dear heart, this is no pact!
Don't Take Others for Granted
Many People take others for Granted
Instead of Sowing Seeds of Love
Like God intended to be Planted
People think others will Always be there
But this is NOT True
Don't Lose the TRUE meaning of Life
With Always quarreling and strife
Change Your ways, do it Today
Walk Always in Love
Like God Commanded from Above
Don't Let a moment slip by
Show others the Love You have In-side
Life can Change in a Blink
Quicker and Faster then You Think
NO One Really Knows
When it's time for the Other to go
To be by Our Lord's Side
God has the Place and Time for You and Me
We All Need to take Life more Seriously
Time is too Precious to Waste
Take the Time Now
Tell that special someone You Love them
If You are True.. feel Love deeep within heart
Let them know.. don't hide it..
Don't let a moment go.. just say it..
let it Show..
Speak Truth beholding Love..
Truth binds Love
Darling... "I Love You"
Express your heart today
Let your heart speak.. Truth & Love
Without Delay
To write poems am really always ambitious;
Are nutritious and becoming quite delicious
Put words together and up started to cook
Amount expanded until it became a big book.
Favorite poet of people soon started being;
Number increased and in myself was believing
By my many poems am nourished and fed
But never will I ever let it go to my head.
Could my poems become some cliff hanger?
Many people think poems are a head banger,
And if writing poetry I continue to persist
To read poem of mine they cannot resist.
What subject in each poem do you prefer?
And so what if you never knew for sure
Love my poems want to hear people say
After writing them all my very own way.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran