Best Hesitation Poems
Fierce jack-o-lanterns burn outside each house
And shadows creep across the empty streets.
Black cats are hissing on a backyard fence
As unknown noises slither through the trees.
It's Halloween again and creatures roam.
Take careful steps into the night. Beware!
Are green-eyed witches lurking out of sight?
Have zombies come alive to hunt for prey?
Hide, hide within your costumes. Think once more.
Is candy really worth the risk you take?
Voter Registration Without Hesitation
Did not wait or hesitate to registrate
And then to vote will never be late
Democratic Party me they did invite
Temptation off won't have to fight
Hillary won which was so great.
Wouldn't it really be devine
If we were to have a voter sign
So to vote we did know where
All of us there they did take care
Voters started forming long line.
Early voter may want to be
It is so easy and all for free
Check to see if name on list
And hope we had not missed
Civic duty you do start to see.
Jim Horn
One step at a time
Its hard for her to see her past and present intertwine
But shes fighting hard to see it
And trying to be strong to believe it
But thoughts rush through her mind
What if its still not the right time?
Will it all go wrong
Or will this be fine?
She takes a few more steps, but she wants this to rewind
There is no going back after she opens the door
With every step she doubts it more and more
And questions rush through her head
Is this the future I want to be led?
Behind the door can I be wrong?
The curious look in her eyes fade
Her hand are shaking and her legs are sore
But she still cant stop shes going for it still
With all the doubts in her head removing the thrill
She opens the door and the light burns her eyes
She wonders if she really ever wanted this prize
And all along she knew she was right
This was not her battle to fight
But it was too late the light had been lit
Theres no turning back
Her fate is now fit
She caught me trying to fill the empty bed,
With empty people that I never kept.
The compromise that was left unsaid,
The quiet that struck when they left.
She said the hate was in my head.
I put the knife back into the wound from before;
She couldn’t touch me there anymore.
I watched her collect her things—
Waver at the door;
I didn’t have to ask what for.
I told her she could leave her keys
In the door when she left.
I told her promises were never meant to be kept.
That we were makeshift together at best.
I told her she could wring out all of the nights when she slept,
In my arms as I wept—
I drove into my skin until everything bled.
I haven’t amounted to anything yet.
I am damaged beyond what anyone can see;
She said that she can only blame me.
Remember what you had that was great.
In the spring I felt my blindness give way,
And watched her pick flowers outside of the gate.
She asked if I had made it that far astray,
Just to waver there alone that day.
Nothing matters and then everything does
The moment you buckle at her touch.
I gave her everything I was.
I let her drown into every inch of my skin;
I told her I'd never fall in love again.
But I've killed myself so often in my mind,
That I can't always tell if I'm alive.
She cried when she saw it the very first time.
She said I was cold beyond what she could
Hold onto anymore.
I couldn’t bring myself to touch her
The way I longed to before.
I watched her collect her things, waver at the door.
I never had to ask what for.
No Hesitation
Written by: D. Collins 3/11/1
There is no hesitation in knowing where I come from.
The splitting image of Jimmy’s most trusted son.
So, I give him props because I could never be.
I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Jimmy.
He gave me the skills on how to deal with mankind.
So they couldn’t sneak up on me from behind.
I have no hesitation in displaying my skills.
Standing up like a man and paying the bills.
My DNA is descendant from a strong man.
A beast among men, so I’m his biggest fan.
Its been 15 years since I seen him last.
If not for Jimmy, I wouldn’t have a past.
I have no hesitation in looking just like him.
Setting the standard for most other men.
He put in his work without reservation.
Stepped up to the plate with no hesitation.
Maybe I should have told you how much I cared
and admitted how much you mean to me
Maybe I should have opened my heart to you
and revealed my innermost secrets
Maybe I should have let you know that I love you
and could have bared it all
The signs were there if you knew how to read them
~ I waited for you to meet me half way
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on July 25, 2022
I toured the world in search of deepest cavern,
Into its dark core I yearn to build a castle,
To let my hesitation live the life of his own.
Too much under him I have served
From the infant dawn to the tootless dust,
I have served him enough, haven't I.?
What opulent reward awaits me
For being his only loyal servant?
Procrastination? yeah! procrastination,
A reward of his good for nothing.
#Don't hesitate to do what you belive in.
The stiffening of a muscle
You stand still
You search for that will
But what if its lost
That moment of hesitation
From no action
People know, their words , they must ration
To prevent a crack in a heart unbroken
The seconds too late
The reason for a love unknown
Life being lived at a slower rate
Because of that slight hesitation
A life unlived
The no before the jump
A memory, lost in time
Leaving a a person unchanged
Leaving an event unmade
Today is April 1st. Transit strike.
Mayor Koch accepting the fact. Myself,
far from crisis central, in North
Manhattan, measuring the temperature
of my apartment. In the sun it is
warm. The crows have returned again
for Spring.
Today life and the city are o.k. Watching
cat in the morning sun. Drinking tea.
My 1300 dollars will melt like summer
snow, but in the meantime, like samurai
I do not show my fear. I remain still
as on the subway and prepared to fight.
I am sitting under the emergency brake
when a coiffured Latin woman rushes aboard.
The doors close but she decides she wants
out. She bangs on the door as the train begins
to move. I see it happen on her face,
she finds the red cord and pulls,
no hesitation.
Maybe someone's hand or foot was caught
in the door. Maybe she's just selfish and
impetuous, got on the uptown not the downtown
side. Maybe the friends she could have
been with didn't get aboard. Whatever
her reason, she acted and the train obeyed.
Some of the passengers sit through the
whole thing, some of us stand. Myself,
I stand, look for the hand caught in the door.
Later, walk home through the pouring rain.
Today is April 1st. Transit strike.
Sky blue, temperatures mild. Democracy
is great.
We had—almost—an affair.
You almost ran your fingers through my hair.
I almost kissed the almonds of your toes.
We almost loved,
that’s always how love goes.
You almost contemplated using Nair
and adding henna highlights to your hair,
while I considered plucking you a Rose.
We almost loved,
that’s always how love goes.
I almost found the words to say, “I care.”
We almost kissed, and yet you didn’t dare.
I heard coarse stubble grate against your hose.
We almost loved,
that’s always how love goes.
You almost called me suave and debonair
(perhaps because my chest is pale and bare?).
I almost bought you edible underclothes.
We almost loved,
that’s always how love goes.
I almost asked you where you kept your lair
and if by chance I might seduce you there.
You almost tweezed the redwoods from my nose.
We almost loved,
that’s always how love goes.
We almost danced like Rogers and Astaire
on gliding feet; we almost waltzed on air ...
until I mashed your plain, unpolished toes.
We almost loved,
that’s always how love goes.
I almost was strange Sonny to your Cher.
We almost sat in love’s electric chair
to be enlightninged, till our hearts unfroze.
We almost loved,
that’s always how love goes.
It was with unease I entered in and opened up the door
I found such a hearty welcome that I could not ask for more.
This little forum I have found is an accepting place.
I could come from any venue, I could spring from any race.
With timidity I posted a short poem I had written
Without a thought that anyone would be especially smitten.
My email started clicking with kind comments my poem
And now for years I’ve nestled in my Poetry Soup home.
It’s a little haven, where we claim no one to be inferior.
There’s not a hint from anyone, she thinks herself superior.
Or it could be that’s she’s a he, in here we all are equal.
But that’s another story, I’ll just have to write a sequel.
I loved with everything i had
Even though it always consumed me
I gave my heart away
Without hesitation
I'm full of love
It's what makes me strong
Everyone wants me to tear it apart
Everyone thinks i'm weak
I fight with everything i have
It's everything or nothing
My life may never mean anything
But i loved with everything i had
I kept trying
I fought for myself
I held onto that small sliver of luck
I loved with no hesitation
Loud screams of the words never said.
Regrets remain, opportunities left for dead.
A moment never to become a prized memory.
Out of fear that one day it could be a moment that led to your misery.
Love Hesitation
Hesitation has two colourations
First being our ego calculation
The other, cessation in wonderment
Delight of our childlike astonishment
Former contraction, latter expansion
Let time stretched stillness be meditation
Far cry from ego borne agitation
Choose! Foolish sentiment or contentment
Hesitation
Resonation with the love pulsation
As ever present orientation
Joy current, as our native element
Our rapturous being, luminescent
Obviating the need for negation
Hesitation
14-April-2021