Best Wait Poems
No end where love's found
no beginning, though there must've been
I can't recall, seems it was always there
going on and on..
No life better known, restless like the forest
hearts awaken at new sight and sound
teasing I see, so pleasing..
two corners lifting at your mouth.
You can go on now, find me..
the place you always knew
waiting, silent as a stone
body and soul lost to you.
A place with no beginning
no tomorrows, nor sorrows
we'll leave them at the gate.
Oh my love, I can't breathe,
can hardly bear the wait.
Dreams of driving in the fast lane
hair in the wind, best girl at my side
a couple of kids rumbling in the back seat
to the promised land we happily ride.
Lately my praises of you don't seem to matter
things once perfect now just don't seem right
all the little things I do go unnoticed
you even forgot to kiss me goodnight
If you don't say anything how do I know if something's wrong
we're heading the wrong way on a one way street
been too many nights since I felt us make love
words can't convey how much I care, my sweet
I will be your rainbow when your storm has passed
a comforting wind waiting at your ocean's shore
I'll be your moon glow and your shining light
I'll be here for you when you open that door
No need for you to utter a single word
For even in silence, your love can be heard
I have been counting all the days
Till your return, then we’ll embrace
Where flowers bloom beside the stream.
With beating heart and eyes that gleam
I would inhale your fragrant scent
And taste your lips, with your consent.
All dressed in green, with flowing hair
A spell you wield my maiden fair!
But now it is the twenty-first
And I still hunger, I still thirst.
For jealous winter spoiled our date
Abused its grip to make you late.
Outside it’s raining, dark and cold
There is no rainbow to behold!
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First Day of Spring Contest
Hosted by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 1st
© 17th February 2019
The murmur of winds urges me
to ride past new moon’s seasons …
it’s not joy I shall feed on; no, perhaps
a more raw wildfire: a glaze bursting in the dark
or morn of life as is; this craving to sow my girlish
harvest with a nectar of mindful knowing, of aging;
sweet-sour yet somewhat delectable...
Then to gather new seeds, wait for grass and toil
in fireglow over hills and oceans, clutching all
the epiphanies that shall hold me together.
Brian Strand Premiere Contest 130
Re- posted 2/25/2018
I wait while wandering in empty dreams,
where everyone is lost and dying slow.
And in the distance are, unheard, the screams
of anguished souls I’ll never come to know.
The winds blow hot or cold here, rarely cool.
Leaves flutter out of sight, disintegrate.
Relief, if ever found, is minuscule.
I do not even know for what I wait!
I’m drifting with the leaves as they change hue,
concealed among them as they fall to ground.
And as they crumble, I’ll be crumbling too,
alone (as souls unknown hear not my sound).
I ramble lost inside this wait I keep,
unwilling to awaken from this sleep.
Time is a teacher of patience, whose reward is wisdom.
by Daniel Turner
In the frame there is a photo
which I took of you that day
just a month before you left me
on my own and went away.
It reminds me with insistence
of the things I can’t forget,
every moment I shared with you
since the day that we first met.
I stroke your face and flowing hair
But fake it is; you are not there.
I keep staring at the picture
Looking deep into your eyes
While the hope stirs up inside me
That you’ll take me by surprise
When you whisper out of nowhere
“Here I am, back by your side.”
Days have gone; the rooms are empty,
there’s a void I can’t replace.
In my mind the doubts keep hinting
that this is a hopeless case.
Yet I find the strength to save me
from the dangers of despair:
It’s the faith that keeps me going.
I will cope while it is there.
I never knew that things were wrong.
This is the place where you belong.
I keep staring at the picture
Looking deep into your eyes
While the hope stirs up inside me
That you’ll take me by surprise
When you whisper out of nowhere
“Here I am, back by your side.”
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Form B ~ Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 3rd
17th December, 2016
Your lover’s drawing straws without you, better bid farewell;
he’d never time for rhyme or reason, so it’s just as well.
Slip out the curtained window quick, the future winks and calls,
ignoring paths of pagan gods, where faulty footsteps fall.
Identify faint flashbacks, cloaked and clustered in a heap
and sort out those you treasure most, you need or long to keep;
Forget about the epoch past, which wasn’t what you’d sought,
pursue instead remaining dreams before they come to naught.
Reflect no more on what it was he’d meant for you,
strike out ahead where something waits, has sent for you.
The graveyard night is haunted still, it hovers where you sleep
recalling souvenirs amassed, the ones that made you weep.
The poets poised in dungeon vaults, now growing old and bald,
retrace their palsied pleas in dust, like those that you once scrawled.
Except for runic proverbs carved on stone walls ill defined,
assumptions will not dog you that you dare to leave behind.
The fortune-tellers waiting at the moat for you
read tarot cards while setting sail a boat for you.
The road behind is empty now, the sky is painted black
so gather all the wisdom gained, no time for looking back.
Forego the prophets’ prophecies, so tempting to pursue -
although they might be asked advice, they seldom have a clue.
Reject the secrets they reveal, enveloped in their guile,
which be betrayed between the tombs in ruins of their smile.
They’re waiting with a fractured rule of thumb for you
while beating on a perforated drum for you.
A sand-glass dribbles distant dunes, the sun dial’s shadow’s late,
so now’s the time for slipping through the open swinging gate.
A joker wild defies the fools to read between the lines
in search of cryptic radiance the future world enshrines -
“the days ahead will wake again like waves before the dawn
when picking up the pieces left behind a passing pawn.”
A noble knight awaits to clear the board for you
when, soon, a cup of nectar wine is poured for you.
Dearest Sunlight, I Wait With Bated Breath
Dearest sunlight has thy glow ran away
Into a hideous canyon to hide
Please to dawn's glorious hour this I pray
Return, forgive me my arrogant pride
I watch night sky, its vast, glittering glows
Yet this lonely soul inward deeply cries
Beauty abounds as a heavenly show
Whilst on this sadden earth, love too oft dies.
Dearest sunlight, have mercy, please return
Life without you leaves but a bitter taste
And in these consuming fires heart so burns
While once so happy now all seems a waste.
Dearest sunlight, I wait with bated breath.
Life without you, tis but a fearsome death.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2022
Sonnet
Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a dream.
As the dawn comes, it heart pleading for peace
flies morning dove, love borne with its release
but mankind blinded by world's scathing lies
walks a doomed path, such truth thus denies.
Neither shall ignorance, such dark defend,
When evil was clasped as busom friend.
No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet
For decades I waited
and you did not come
to listen to my rude insertion
finger a sound at back of my throat
and the vibration of my name
For decades I wanted to meet
a small mountain as I read her
plain words in innocence
a bell in her Heart rang deep
with children running sweet
For decades I longed to touch
a struggling mottled moth
as he ached for new wings
smooth ebony cheeks
passionate with letters of adoration
For decades I watched for
a painter to mirror my songs
uncover a talkative witch who
still trampled from place to place
broken shoes echoing my silent breath
For decades I wanted a smooth ride
where conversation was free of tasks
words on both seats of equal length
with ripe apricots for the scoffing
almond chocolates wrapped in red
So I upped my thumb to a veteran one
who read from his leathered collection
notepads and pencils strewn about
space in warehouse oozed slivered glee
No wait in vain !
When you vowed your love, like a fairy, forever,
And fluttered about, like, possessed by new heaven,
I rolled my loneliness like a quilt in cover.
And got fermented by you like flour by leaven...
Your smile was as though the constellation twinkling,
For your love, I thought, I will take many a birth,
Your gestures went beyond all poetic jingling;
To make you immortal I'd kill the very death...
Why darling, soon, your bejeweled image got changed?
Where had your smile-beams found their hidden hiding place?
Your milky mind like an ocean of poison churned!
Slowly, forever, gloom shadowed your lovely face!
Does the sea, yet, stop the wavered wave coming home?
I'll wait for you, though you love, like a swift, long roam.
10 August 2021
The clouds light up like lightbulbs, as the sun sets beyond the hill
Some are tinted gray, with bright shining edges of white
They are spread all over the place, above the pine trees so still
A moving transformation of the last beautiful moments of daylight
Animals speak as birds call from the woods, chipmunks scamper fast
The air is still and warm, from this nice day to celebrate
Every minute the sunlight hangs on and continues to last
The sky transitions in full circle and it is well worth the wait
Heidi Sands
Written yesterday 5/3/20
Do not leave me now
I am here by your side and...
Heaven will wait dear
Shadows of yesterday, eclipse reality,
while in hopes, lie my dreams;
mired in doubt and frustration, I'm left waiting.
Waiting for love's elusive touch, I indulge in pleasures
that are never enough; I'm always wanting more.
And as fledgling feelings flex
impatient wings: I wait.
When desire morphs into lust
and love gets consigned to dreams,
Life affirms that the lies have won over truth.
And I'm left waiting
for a better tomorrow, that's so close;
yet unattainable.
So again, I wait.
Failure deflates inflated egos,
allowing time for thoughts to gestate.
Happiness can't thrive chained to tears,
and yet, it's essential to make love real.
So once more, I wait.
It doesn't help to cry when steeped in hurt,
for that too, shall pass:
and I'll do what I've always done,
wipe away my tears, and wait.
My whole life is spent waiting:
waiting for that perfect someone, the right moment,
the time, the inclination,
and the willpower: to do something,
anything, other than wait!
I composed a song version of this poem with different lyrics but the same "beat".
When you see three "dots" ... pause for a second.
All it took...
Was your hand caress my neck...
As you passed.
Or a word...
Of affection, not some play...
You were cast.
No gifts... to please,
No wants... appeased.
So few... the signs,
Your eyes... were mine.
We create...
What we wished was truly there...
When it's not.
No ones fault...
She can't be the fantasy...
You had sought.
True romance...
Only happens when
Two hearts have
Joined as one...
Until then...
I will wait for
Love to come.
Gene Bourne
06-10-14
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