Best In Line Poems
Waiting in line
Everyone’s waiting in line
We are waiting to die
We don’t know the order
Or the speed
In which it proceeds
We don’t know when or how
Just that it will come
Some people live through life
Hoping death wont come
But knowing he wants everything done
Before it arrives
Some people wish it would come faster
Waiting each day in the line
Not caring what he leaves unfinished
Who he leaves behind
Some people just let it flow
Not looking toward the future
Just dealing with the present
Forgetting the past
The line moves on
Where do you stand?
there is a store in a strip mall
Many people are waiting in line
Only four people allowed inside
This store specializes in chocolates
There are many flavours to choose
You can not pick the chocolates
Instead ou point to what you want
Then the lady puts it into the bag
All you do is point to your option
A decision of twenty dollars bagged
Or you could do thirty dollars bagged
There will be a sample chocolate to try
So next time you could add it to your list
I always enjoy a Lindlt chocolate
they have been around since 1841
I am waiting in line at a coffee shop when I feel a vibration in my pocket. It captures me, and my hand shoots down, like a slug out of a twelve gauge, instinctively. When the curse has passed, I look around. Everyone is staring at their hands with their necks bent down, like a flock of flamingos. I can see their pink leaving them, being sucked out of their feathers, leaving them black.
Once we didn't need this things, and we wanted more then this meaningless robotic life. We used to connect with each other, and not the wifi. we would talk and really LOL and JK. We would read Tolstoy, not tweets, we watched plays, not six second vines. But cleverness and the need for simplicity changed that. We burry our heads in the dirt like a scared ostrich and refuse to see that our world has become violent, greedy, and sick. The small, delicate things that make up life go unnoticed, and we pretend we are happy.
once again i feel the vibration in my pocket, but I manage to fight the urge. i’m overtaken by my senses, I can hear the quiet brew, and the subtle smell of the dark coffee. I look around and notice another who has fought against temptation. Our eyes meet. we smile softly.
Quiet little redhead
blue eyes twinkling hope
shoved and pushed around
surviving just to cope
She wants so much to join
to play and laugh and sing
but she is never chosen
to be included in the ring
The girls all laugh and snicker
the boys pull at her braids
she feels humiliated
their cruelty she evades
Sadness brims, o’er flows her eyes
in her shell she does confine
all the hurt as she's shoved around
until she's last in line
Comparing yourself to other people, is really futile.
We all have talents or skills that shine for a while.
Some are doctors, lawyers, engineers, and such.
Others didn't start so well, don't have very much.
Remember this,
Life is like, waiting in a long, long, line.
Some are way ahead of you, the rest are all behind.
We are all waiting but eventually we get there.
John Derek Hamilton November 09,2015
It seems like the night is so dark
When no one knows who you are
In the grass you look at the stars
Trying to find out who you are
You long for the love between your hips
Dreaming of the perfect kiss
You’re praying that he’ll call you mine
But you’re just the next in line
Your heart is so deeply broken
Finding anything to put your hope in
Searching till the end of time
Trying to leave your past behind
Every girl dreams of that perfect wedding
You blindly hope that that’s the direction you’re heading
You’re praying that you’ll find the place where you belong
But every time love has proven you wrong
You long for the love between your hips
Dreaming of the perfect kiss
You’re praying that he’ll call you mine
But you’re just the next in line
Whenever you find a guy to trust
He breaks you with his lust
Whenever you find the strength to stand
You get shoved into the sand
When the pants go to the floor
You’re always called the whore
When someone looks you in the face
You feel like a disgrace
You long for the love between your hips
Dreaming of the perfect kiss
You’re praying that he’ll call you mine
But you’re just the next in line
How do you fix a broken heart
Where can you find a new place to start
Is there a place to send your pain
Will someone ever call your name
When the pain stabs you like a knife
There’s one person that can save your life
When the world shows nothing but hate
Jesus Christ will change your fate
You long for the love between your hips
Dreaming of the perfect kiss
You’re praying that he’ll call you mine
But you’re just the next in line
Sinister minister!
Wait just a minute sir!
If it’s sin I administer,
Upon then whom do I answer?
Who then is the voice of reason?
Woven between the choices believed in
Go be the vagabond breeze
To please the windy whispers
She sees the truth
It’s absolution from down upon her knees
She prays to thee
For a side step of salvation
In the name of creation
Seek not sanctuary
But loss and its return
Through the loss of face and name
Of course falls both shame and blame
Upon all who shed remorse, gain curse
Catch the light
Stand and fight
Redeem all wrongs with right
New life and sharp eyes
Immunize hurt and euthanize my youthful lies
Yet inspire thee in chant
Forge forward thy rant
I wish to roam
Though foolish I am bound
Soul searching a lost collection of freedoms
Bring forth the magician
Let shine the one I hide
Peace, please be this season
Peace, please be believed in
Yes, she is to be mine
I seek not sex as prize
It holds no surprise
I know how it starts
Then divides, ends and rips apart
It cannot choose my friends
Nor secure my brethren
A blank mind is so noisy
You hear again and again
You have NO idea
So you better then
Buy into my theories
At least then
You will KNOW an idea!
There is a truth I've come to comprehend,
Life is full of twists and turns,
And outs and ins,
And ups and downs,
And zigs and zags,
And curves and bends,
And though it sometimes seems to follow guides,
Blind fate alone decides how long it lasts
Or where it wends.
Another truth I've learned of late,
One not controlled by Fate or trends,
Is that Time follows a different line,
One that just goes straight…
And never ends.
They argued about the ruble, the kyat, the gold cordoba too
More conversation about lira, Swiss franc, and Moldova Leu.
Discussion soon turned to the rupee, new peso and Brazilian real,
Money talk ceased as they lined up for their evening meal.
Refrain:
I'm waiting in line, where God summons His people.
Gather all in and shout, Hallelluia, Hallelluia.
If you make a mistake, it will be forgiven.
If you hurt someone all will be forgiven.
He will understand and it will be forgiven.
Praise Him in His Holy Name.
Praise Him in His Holy Name.
3 is the Third in Line
3 is third letter and
ABC where C is 3 is
Third in line alpha
11/18/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
To be murdered and ridiculed on a grand stage
No wonder so many blacks are in a state of rage
Remaining cynical towards
the so called opportunities of life that were promised
Seems to always be stripped by the man’s ways
By the man’s rules
It’s like April’s got the game on lock
pimping all of her fools.
Desperation and frustration lead some to violently protest
Now that ain’t that cool
Funny how Blacks can show strength
and numbers in time of death
Can’t muster enough energy to see themselves through school
Blame the white man for ever being so cruel
Yet a common greeting can be “What up nigga!”
Isn’t that a bit crude?
We’ve done lost the battle,
And I can’t even begin to fathom all the souls lost in this ongoing war
WE ARE ALL TRAYVON MARTIN!
But the questions now is
Whose child will it be next
being carried through those doors?
The only thing I fear
is when you're not near
I cant stand to suffer through this pain
and all this stuff is making me go insane
I'm gonna do anything just to be with you
I'm gonna try to hold my ground, be bullet proof
ill never let you down again
and ill do anything just to make amends
sitting here and dazing
of why things aren't amazing
the path I've chosen to go
became so lonely, so cold
all of the sacrifices that I have made
ill do anything just for you and me to stay
I'm just so sick of all of this
its pointless, ridiculous
I stand here and try to hold myself together when I cry
I hate this feeling, like I wanna crawl up in a shell wishin' to die
it feels like this is turning into a routine
saying things, doing things that we don't even mean
and I stand here to feel myself burn
freaking out cause I don't know which way my head should turn
this relationship we got isn't a game
so stop playing and causing each other pain
I wish I had a time machine and turn back time
when everything was still in shape, still in place, still in line.
Form:
‘Someone else has been here before’ I think to myself as I look at the writings engraved on his wall. ‘Someone has been in this same exact position before, laying the same way, thinking the same exact thing.'
This lover’s gathering between him and I isn't so special. Being in his bed makes me want to dig a hole into the wall, climb out the other end and join all the other broken hearts laying on his door step. My heart’s not broken yet, but it’s waiting in line with all the other poor souls.
I try to give you your hearts desire
I try to go the extra mile
Because I love to see you happy
I love to see you smile
We make sound plans together
So we achieve our dreams with ease
And whatever you have asked of me
Ive always given free
You tell me that im a good man
You say you love me so,
But lately you just ignore me
Like im someone you dont know
You make plans with other people
I used to think it was all right
But now you would rather spend your time
with them
And leave me alone at night
I know my job is hard to take
And i travel oh so far
I only do it for the both of us
To enjoy life where we are.
I feel my heart is bleeding
From reading all the painful signs
I thought i stood somewhere within your heart
But lately im the last in line