Best Waffling Poems
She had so many chances
Yet she kept muffin it up
Butter intentions were good
Just not much coffee in her cup
Couldn’t make a good decision
Too much waffling back and forth
Always peppered with doubt
Should she head south, no maybe north
Still, she was fun at a party
I would say, hummus a tune
She’d say, "Icing because I’m happy"
As the words began to croon
Maybe that’s what’s most important
Omelet let her off the hook
So she’s always in a pickle
Doesn’t do things by the book
Once again, I’m gonna help her
Since she is such a good egg
I said, girl, you’d go much farther
If you weren’t such a nut Meg
Categories:
waffling, food, fun, humor, words,
Form:
Rhyme
(Free Verse)
When I am all alone
all I do is to think of
you my Love day and night all long
and on a silvered fluffy clouds
I go waffling along to you
filled with joyful dreams
of you and I my darling
and softened the misty
moon and the dotted stars
from heaven above seem
to stretch out their regal arms and
singing sweet lullabies of love
they sing to me of you
and how much my love I just
adore your face and your
heart of gold
with all my love for you like
eternal shining stars
from heaven just dancing for you
with all my heart thinking of
Just you
And up above a crimson sky
and clear blue sky my true love
for you just soars to your inviting arms
and with a very sweet an passionate kiss
our hearts will be singing
angels sweet lullabies of love songs
as warm waves of only love
for you so sweetly will go just up
and down with you just dancing
forever and ever in a true soulful
passionate kiss my love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,17,2014
Categories:
waffling, dedication, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
When Miss Doubtfire moved in
to their heart,
she entered dragon tail swinging
Plastered smiling walls of bachelor resistance
got knocked down
at every single candlelight date demolition
And as the henpeck frowns
rose from the rubble,
an arthropodic shell of a man
was kinda ready
to take a somewhat hard jellyfish stand
But those invertebrate indecisions
would most assuredly get a soft-belly planarian,
a silver hook-thru-the-nose golden band
As the calendar monthly moved closer
to the barracuda tied-knot day,
there was no getting away
from the starfish flip-flop stardust ...
betrothed mollusk ...
pillowy, bent-knee promise made
And that melted-butter, ducky vow
to firmly shut close
the proposed wedding plans gate ...
it went fence straddling again
With the solo living
nearing an end ...
finish line fast approaching —
That ball-and-chain, bold bunny hop jailbreak
was docile, turtle slug running late
Now every waffling, pansy beefcake
who dare procrastinate,
gon get the ring finger ‘cuff-link embrace
Any indecisive invertebrate
who care-free, foolishly hare hesitate
to skip the altar aisle gait —
They will receive
a Groundhog Day mirror fate:
Their spineless soul shall wake each morning,
with Little Boy Blue hard eyes ...
gazing steely
at their shrewish schoolmarm mate
Sadly looking with granite eyes,
at a face
they’ve come to learn to love to hate
Categories:
waffling, humorous, metaphor, relationship, satire,
Form:
Burlesque
The Westward Wind
The westward wind whistled,
As it whisked wildly pass,
Weeping willow trees.
Weary eyed women watched,
As winters wayward wrath,
Wreaked havoc through its breeze.
Waffling warm winds weaving,
As wounded workers,
Walked, the winding path.
Wailing Whippoorwills whispered,
Welcoming words of warmth,
From the westward winds aftermath!
Written: 3/17/16 ©
Submitted for contest: Elements Part 2: Wind
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Categories:
waffling, nature, weather, wind,
Form:
Alliteration
Bemoan the songs unsung for want of melody and tongue.
Bewail the sorrows unlamented and veiled, for want of a good sob.
Waffling silent tunes echoing and rattling in the cage, trapped unexpressed.
We humans can only hear the flaps and rustles of the unsung,
which roost like bats inverted, upended in trees unheard, cloaked, silent.
The unsung lie on the ground, unheralded, unapplauded, unlauded, quiet,
never played out.
Categories:
waffling, song, sound,
Form:
Free verse
Always prepare for the unexpected!
Just as you want your child to finish school
Outline what you want to accomplish too.
Understand there will be many obstacles.
Rocks can mar the best planned roads.
Next, commit to be kind to yourself.
Every single day brings enough challenges.
Your attitude may become one of your best assets.
Overcome fears by
Forging right through them
Again, remember you are in this for the long haul.
Time and time again, challenges will pop up.
Hone your skills to welcome these interruptions.
Own your part in life’s pilgrimage.
Utilize disappointments in creative ways.
Stay strong when all around you is disintegrating
And you seem like the only one who remains stable.
Never let the naysayers win.
Dreams are to be held and accomplished with sacred resolve.
Mend relationships where you can.
Initiate the peace-making process.
Learn to listen empathically.
Each individual has a gift to offer you.
So gracefully accept what they give.
Be bold in your own heart.
Each tenet of your conviction holds purpose.
Guard the complete structure to form strong visions.
Instead of waffling you will grow more steadfast along the way.
No one is infallible. Be kind to yourself.
Saints have learned to safely tread precarious paths.
With all your strength remain steadfast to your Creator.
Instead of lamenting, practice giving thanks.
Truth has a way of wearing away the most stubborn lies.
Hold it tenderly in your heart and mind.
On those days when your feet ache and
No one seems willing to help you…
Enter into your private space and lay it before Abba Father.
Search your heart and soak your feet.
Thankfully reiterate where you are on your journey.
Each kindness and pain has its place…then
Praise God from whom all blessings flow…
Categories:
waffling, adventure, faith, journey,
Form:
Acrostic
At least I have an understanding now,
Of what's causing all my pain,
It doesn't really help yet,
It's still driving me insane.
I'm having trouble sleeping,
My pills make me feel sick,
My head's filled with cotton balls,
It really feels quite thick.
I have extra bone growing,
On the vertebrae in my neck,
C five, six, seven and eight,
Oh my, what the heck?
I also have a degenerative disc,
At C three and four,
Yes, I know I'm waffling,
And my issues are a bore.
But, if I have to suffer,
I want you by my side,
So, don't go running away,
There's no where you can hide.
I have an indentation in my shoulder joint,
From a suspected dislocation,
It crunches and cracks on movement,
The pain is beyond explanation.
My knee swells regularly,
It also turns bright red,
It's caused by fluid building up,
Due to a miniscule tear, they've said.
If I was a racehorse,
The knackers yard would be for me,
Oh, I can't cope with this,
I'm going for a cup of tea.
Categories:
waffling, health, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
she smelled of unstable
an upgrade from offline
like a magnet folded in two
she had me sputtering over gutters
whenever she was looking for action
there was no getting bored
i was but one of a billions souls
who's timing was all wrong
it's a wonder i ever belonged
i was readily decomposed
changed into another compound
waffling like an improper synonym
and then she asked me for money
something about poweraving
i heard gaslight rhythms
and my PTSD set in
i put her in a cage
she never asked again
Categories:
waffling, 12th grade, america, internet,
Form:
Free verse
I have wondered at what completeness truly is....
What would “walking on hot coals” actually feel like?
Would completeness really involve that?
And if it did, could I actually do it?
I have wondered at wholeness....
Would I recognise it?
Doubted it could be mine.
Surely I would know?
I have wondered at happiness....
Pondered over its everlasting-ness.
Experienced so much, lost so much.
Had to pinch myself to check it’s real.
I have wondered at undying love....
Whether it was something I could experience?
Believing that it can never die.
A dream to reality, shocked by its intensity.
I have wondered at trust....
Dare I dip a toe in, after bitter experiences?
Leave myself open and venerable?
Then without realising it I find I already do.
I have wondered at finding “the one”...
Whether I would recognise him.
Become the one for someone too.
And you are here, my world is shining.
I have wondered at feeling loved....
Totally without restrictions or reservations.
Envied the mere thought and imagined it.
Now I thank you for being you, and loving me.
©.L.Kelly
Categories:
waffling, faith, hope, inspirational, love,
Form:
Free verse
A ship in a dip is a duplicate of a massive six ton truck echoing at nine miles an hour in a tunnel. Oh traffic rather stoic today. But trafficking is often great fun for gerbils weighing in at over eighty pounds. £ % £ % waffling. Waffles and lots of cream. Iced curves in mazes. Vast tunnels of elephants then. Played with a big shrew in a big field. How great the ears of a geological gelding reading an encyclopedia in reading glasses. The small antique table. Steady hands are hooves. Freezing is the device of a used tabletop tablet score. Wisdom is neither obtained from a scientific sheet or a statistic paper. Lust lusting laughing leering leaning longitudinal leftovers. And a very smiley face of a bin. Bean beaming braking branching. Hahahaha and now a big wave waving. Hahahaha and a minnow. Xxxx jeopardisation. Xxxx palaeontology z
Categories:
waffling, beauty,
Form:
NOONRAY IN WINTER
Noonray in your navel
a locus for language light
whale wave wishes
in water songs kisses
as July just jokes along
Winter wonder words waffling
storm crown chakra baffling
cold she stirs potted iced rice
as rain rigorously roars
Noonray holds the dice
On hailstone highway she
instantly marries marigold
instinct with indigo intuition
timing tactical thunderbolts
favouring floods for nutrition
Noonray in silent shiver
shake or hide shelter seek
a game of glum greeting
Winter knows no flotsam
fathomless figure awaiting
Noonray no wee whimpers
or white wisdoms waste
in a wineglass she slithers
six seamless seasonless
sweets simultaneously
… then quivers !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2024
Categories:
waffling, 12th grade, color, extended
Form:
Carpe Diem
Morning Trek Into Sanctity Of That Invisible Place
I have walked into that secret haven, found solitude,
where in harrowing, sorrowing hours, agony gnawed this soul,
nevermore was an oath I sworn in my aching discontent
I a hard chained prisoner to my once vengeful attitude
burnt in bonfires of torturous regret, taking hellish tolls.
Morning trek into sanctity of that invisible place,
came a visit with Mother Nature, its magnificent trees,
flowing in with the waffling breeze, music- a repentant song
a pleading call, to stand there in its beauty and again face
magnitude of the loss I bought, pray while falling to my knees.
I have rose up, to see wondrous and magical love in life,
renewed in faithful spirit, grateful eyes now no longer blind,
seeing for the first time, hope and resplendent colors of love
joined world that no longer held power by its accursed strife
then I felt at ease, found peace of a truly contented mind.
R.J. Lindley, Feb 24th, 1978
Rhyme, ( From, A Revelation And Onward Flows Life )
Note:
Edit slightly ( 6/29/2020)
to achieve a uniform 15 syllable count per verse.
Categories:
waffling, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Very funny Joe (nah you caint see his side:)
Little crazyness helps the flow, tween toe n toe ,
and the brain it slips n burns the clutch,
and suffers smoke n other such,
but the old bombulator keeps a driving. (auto)
life is a crazy witch,
who flogs ya hide,
while you do itch,
if i said more i'd be a snitch
saddle up an keep on riding.
further down the track you'll see,
a raving lunatic just like me,
who left the bomb. to have a wee.
solo the bomb. just kept on driving...
put your's on soup Joe?
maybe this one ?
cheers mate
on ya
Don
Categories:
waffling, adventure
Form:
Ballad
When railing aggressive
at impulses suggestive
my wisdom begs for flashes
uplifting in scope and mind
to sift lost jewels yet refined
from the smoldering ashes.
Panicky blasts of heat peel
to grind the flesh on the wheel
in re-entry reactions
copious against the clash
to foment a skyward rash
of chalky lung infractions
graying the billowing sails
once plentiful before trails
scarred the structure until pocked
by the products resplendent
that make life so dependent
on the lies these fools concoct.
Categories:
waffling, mystery, passion
Form:
Rhyme
I’m just getting started! Why?
Well it’s the beginning of the poem for one,
and secondly......yeah well, I’ll get to that later!
Main point is that the reason ‘I’m just getting started’ is important is because getting started is my problem.
You see I’m waffling again because I just can’t get going!
At the moment I’m thinking to myself
‘Come on get in with it!!’
But get in with what?
If I could have gotten on with it, I would!!
People ask me how I’m getting on with my writing and my standard reply is,
‘I’m just getting started!’
Pathetic I know.
I mean this will be a completed piece work when I’ve finished but then again, it’s not a piece of work at all.
So, don’t get me started on ‘I’m just getting started.’
I’m going to have to change this phrase to ‘I’m just getting finished.’
At least then I’ll have moved on.
At the moment I’m stuck in a world of ‘I’m just getting started.’
I swear that phrase will be on my headstone.
Is there a phobia for the phrase ‘I’m just getting started?’
Because if there is I’ve got it!
I can only hope someone comes up with a cure!
Until then ‘I’m just getting started’ will be the curse I’ll just have to live with.
I'm just getting started poetry contest.
Sponsor - John Hamilton
21st September 2019
Categories:
waffling, humorous, silly,
Form:
Free verse