Best Patience Poems
Patience
Is the wise charioteer that holds the bridles of the impetus
For
To guide us safely over the hurdles of recklessness and haste!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 April 2021
* I would like to thank all of my friends who visit and comment, as well as the officials responsible for the honor of POTD bestowed! Blessings!
to find one's soulmate
one needs to listen to their heart
some set out for the big quest
the truth is your soulmate is nearby
your mate’s destiny is to find you
strange how serendipity works
while you keep busy being
the best person you can become
your soulmate will hover around you
like a bee to a flower
it will happen when you least expect it
when you're at peace within
you’ll recognize your soulmate
you just need to listen with your heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
POTD - May 6, 2021
I fell for a girl, with a heart so bold,
Stubborn and strong-willed, with a spirit to mold.
She'd argue and debate, with a passion so bright,
And though she'd drive me crazy, I'd love her with all my might.
Her eyes would flash fire, when she'd disagree,
And her words would cut sharp, like a knife to me.
But beneath her tough exterior, I'd see a heart of gold,
A loving soul, that was worth more than all the riches to hold.
I'd chase her, and she'd run, with a smile so wide,
And though she'd test my patience, I'd be by her side.
For I knew that beneath her stubbornness, lay a heart that was true,
A heart that beat for me, and a love that shone right through.
So I'll love this stubborn girl, with all of my heart,
And though she'll drive me crazy, we'll never be apart.
For I know that our love, is strong and pure and bright,
And with her by my side, everything's just right.
Friends aren’t meant to be perfect
They’ll have their qualms
Their quirks their qualities
They’re in our life for a purpose
That might never be quite clear
It’s more about what we become
Thru our relationships with them
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
A terrible storm in wait
Caught by a laughing flood
While his beard grows
Several laborious hours
For the animals a floating rescue
A journey to a new adventure
Take your time
Time measured, analyzed and split
17.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
(unrhymed couplets)
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Patience
breezeless summer day -
motionless on lily pad
frog waits for victim
Patience
Here is irony.
Patience waits for no one.
We must wait for it.
It decides how long we must walk or sit.
Patience to wait.
Patience when it seems to be too late.
Patience when happiness plans to elate.
Patience in its most perfect state.
Patience to get the job done.
Patience to walk when we must walk.
Patience to run when we must run.
Patience to be silent when there is
a never-ending urge to talk.
Patience to live.
More patience than we wish to give.
Patience,
Oh yes, relentless patience.
Patience when pain has taken center stage.
Patience when anger has turned to rage.
Patience to keep writing one more page.
Patience is a virtue.
We all know it's true.
Patience.
Oh yes, relentless patience.
In an hundred years...
Everything around us will be changed,
And everybody will be dead,
Yet, something will continue...
Will it be, as my radical leftist brother predicts,
The final takedown of Western Civilization?
Will we all rise to pray and face east?
Will we all rise and face nothing but a cup of sustainably-grown coffee?
Will the common people be able to afford coffee?
What will have become of our words, penned
sometimes in ink,
sometimes in blood?
Who will still read us?
Will our great-grandchildren show old, unrotatable, digital photos?
What of those of us who have no children? Will our words survive, even a generation?
Will our poetry be sold, half-price, or clearance?
What footprints will we have left, who built no buildings, saved no lives, ended no tyranny?
Yet, I think we will survive for a generation or two,
For there are always a few who hope to feel something,
To know the grounding reality of shared human experience.
I do not pretend, they will be reading ME,
But, perhaps,
They will be reading US...
That shrinking crowd that comprises the body of
Our words made corporeal,
And one or two of us, they will remember...
I hope for nothing better than a sea,
And quiet waves that bear away once-me...
Fingers toy with my nearly worn out bank card.
Not too confident, I hold onto my nerves, hard.
Ahead, petty items in her trolley hold me slowed.
The cashier stops, lengthily examining a bar code.
I glance around at the growing queue, blindly.
I bump into him, behind me, and I apologize kindly.
I let him precede me, my morals climbing high.
He hesitates with three items, as if not sure which to buy.
I tend him a basket which he aloofly ignores.
Disconcerted, my eyes divert to the store's doors.
The cashier waits for the cash, visibly well trained.
He fishes in a pocket then empties another, unrestrained.
Some coins roll and find the cashier’s impatient fingers.
But she waits with smile fixed as he lingers.
At last he finds his notes, all bundled.
His shaking hands proudly tug one crumbled.
He peers at it and slowly returns it back to place.
Another he places, unsure, in hand tended with grace.
Suddenly he pulls it back, deciding it was not the right one!
Now this, he checks carefully; it is a larger one.
He gave it away, not looking very happy.
The cashier’s patience is waning, visibly.
But she amounts the cash and helps him as he packs.
Then he gets annoyed as his long bread roll cracks.
He halts and decides to break it into three; it goes into the bag.
The cashier turns with a bright smile to a queue in lag!
a muddy way has to be crossed
wait until it becomes dry
it's raining too much
take shelter somewhere suitable
it's to dark night if now facing why?
certainly patience's lost while it was needed
is it not that suffering feed back for the same
if a banana is blew to ripen before its due time
everything becomes useless
so patience is must to have a suit fruit
All of the wrongs we have done to each other,
We will overlook...
W's lawsuit against my church, because they will not permit him to smoke there,
My interminable and intolerable lateness,
J's calling me, 'pathetic',
MY frustration with W's 'INCORRECT' political opinions,
W's insults, via text message,
MY chauvinism about my religion...
J's unpleasant, unfriendly criticism...
ALL these, we will overlook...
And give each other a good ribbing!
It was my birthday 3 days ago, and W buys me breakfast,
And J gives me a birthday gift,
And we all decide to like each other again --
That is, as long as I am willing to take
A proper beating at chess... THREE TIMES!
And it's all good!
All of the wrongs, we don't mention them.
Except, I squeeze W's shoulder, when I come up, and gently remind him
That we agreed to meet on Saturday...
(They called me today, impatient -- it's Friday -- to say, they are WAITING for me)
And "...oh, did I say SATURDAY?" W asks, wryly, and we all laugh,
And it's all good!
We have forgotten the arguments.
I ask for the family news, and it's all good!
You see, each of us knows,
You cannot replace ONE Friendship, with BEING RIGHT.
So, each of us silently admits to himself
That he was wrong,
And we smile, and it's all good!
And THAT'S the Kindness of Men.
Patience is a virtue
and a necessity
Sometimes one must
pull up a chair, sit and wait
Patience is key!
Take. Your. Time.
Let no one pressure you
into meeting an unrealistic
deadline. Do your own thing,
at your own speed
Running late because...
you forgot to set your alarm clock?
Patience! Slow down, my good friend.
You'd rather be late
than careen off the highway!
You're mightily ticked off
and you want to hit something,
or worse, someone? Easy does it!
Hold your anger in. Breathe.
Let annoyance wash over you
Don't wear it like cologne!
Something isn't going your way?
Some dream you're working so hard
to build is taking too long to stand erect?
Keep plugging away; it eventually will.
And it will stand firm...
If you lay the bricks
of your foundation without haste.
You lay them the right way.
and take it day by day.
Be patient. It will stand firm!
Take your sweet ol' time...
solving an arduous problem
making big decisions, life choices,
or even finding true love. No pressure.
Patience is key!
Submitted for...
Strand Special 2, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Date written: 12/13/2019
I n v i s i b l e threads,
a mystical m i r a g e,
binding the silhouette of the sky
to the
skin of cinnamon sequels
in the deep blue chakra
that sees beyond
illusive clouds,
carrying rainbow roses
and thornless buds
quenched with jasmine rain.
Yet I remain engrossed
in the rising haze from cornea rivers,
facing the sun
amidst silenced stones,
counting unwept
diamonds that ebb and flow
through the pool of peace lilies,
and violet vapors,
veiled in violin breeze,
ricocheting like
the h e a t
of throbbing heartbeats…
Remember,
I taste the sundrops
you feel in solitude,
I’ve been listening to
your e y e s ~
stories spun from luminous lies,
pain streaming behind saffron smiles,
unrolling polaroids of angst
through the lens of life,
while the
gossamer gold of gloaming
mirrors the poem
between your sore sighs,
like dilating daisies
in the heart of the midnight iris…
And through your pupils,
I’ve found the reason
to rhyme~
bleeding pleas of love
with whimsical words,
dusted with periwinkle,
glazed with crystals,
amidst the gusts of grief
cloaking your conscience,
when wintry woes
suffocate your cashmere spirit.
But I still
am an origami enigma,
sleepwalking in silence,
aching to reach the chandelier cinders
flickering above~
pillows of patience…
This I write not to the
crestfallen Luna,
but to the galaxies
twirling as moon-tulips
above lashes dusted with liquid lilac,
as I am a misplaced metaphor,
etched with empathy,
kohl tears on petals,
pricking fragile fingers,
like thistles of time…
I feel beyond what I breathe
and I see hidden hues,
for in my eyes~
there is no need for poetic phrases
when soul is tied to
the strings of immortal blossoms
in your garden of pristine petunias
l a c e d with
unbreakable vows…
Across the pond float lily pads
Upon one sat a frog,
He looked rather startled
His eyes were wide agog.
Had he seen a stalking heron,
Was he scared to move, thought I
Then to my surprise, his tongue shot out
And caught a passing fly.
That wise old frog had patience
It comes to those who wait,
For that fly, it came to him
And that wise old frog, he ate.
We call her Patience
grazing done
she heads for the barn
to wait her turn
written March 09, 2018