Best Waiting Poems

You loved me just a little
You never loved me long;
But you gave my soul serenity
And gave my heart a song.

You loved me for a moment
I found it in your eyes;
But your mouth I could not capture
By temptation or surprise.

Sweet lips that I remember
With a poignant...

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The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
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The clouds move in to hide the...

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Waiting to be free


I am dying, but not like anybody who died.
I am living, but in the rainbow, I do reside. 
How much longer will I go until secrets unveil?
My mind cannot comprehend, but my heart will decide.
My problems are too simple, my remedy complex;
Love...

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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...

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What I knew before birth
  I will know after death

This slight pause called life
  —where the soul takes a breath

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)...

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My whole life waits, just this moment, the ink still

wet; for sunrise this clear May morning.

My shaman up already,
hair askance, dancing and trilling his flute
to the crescent moon face,
lit by the blue iron square welcoming
the sun.

The Sun appears now...my expectations grow...

A foray into the secret...

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A night so dark in central park
      a silence hanging in the air,
   and by the gates a woman waits
         with ruby lips and raven hair.
 
She dreams of love,...

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Thoughts from the Heart...

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[ a nette onclaud collab ]


As twilight moves through the glass of dawn
I catch my shadow hiding among trees,
like ripped gauze from a withering leaf,
that slips into the brazen darkness
weary from cracks of brittle tears,
alone once more
looking for souls who are not there ...
and I...

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I remember how you looked that day
The morning, you went away
I remember everything you said
I could not speak just softly breath away

Upon the shore, about to leave
There were just too many voices in my head
It was the first day of a morning spring
A cold chill...

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Autumn in Waiting 

I love when vineyards turn 
to yellow, orange, and red.
I will get up an hour later,
and may earlier go to bed.

The valley floor strewn wide,
with Chardonnay leaves.
Growing tall on their stalks,
are the corn in their sheaves. 

Clouds shaping skyward, 
sculpting Michelangelo’s art.
Grapes...

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Written for the Winter Solstice sunrise at Avebury, Wiltshire, England

I have waited for you
Where no shadow seeps
Deep in the earth
Where the slow damp creeps
Under the stones
Where the sunlight sleeps
I have waited for you

I have listened for you
In the eaglet’s cry
In the echoes of rooks
In the...

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The white charger's belly is bloated with hay
The helmet helm's rusted quite shut
The tack room door hinges are tearing away
The leather's un oiled  and dry
The lance is still good
It is bracing the fence
but  I traded the sword for a pen
I am presently seeking...

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They stand and wait.
Those who had gone before,
At the bridge of whatever,
Where whenever goes.

Many colours many kinds,
All have the same label.
The befores waiting
for the afters.

The bridge is of many a hue,
Worn with the passing through
the trampling, of those ready.
followed by the dragging back, of the...

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                       Spring awaits its equinox of rebirth
                ...

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