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 surge of pain
As one remembers fragrance
Of the softly falling rain.
Within this world of wonder
Without warning I feel sad;
The dream I hold still haunts me
For the kiss I never had.
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
~~~
The clouds move in to hide the paralytic pain
And the thunder muffles the beat of my heart
Within entangled emotions that silently drain
Toward the wounded waters that keep us apart
~~~
Perhaps in the deep distance, there may be hope
For the shore surrenders its secrets of the mist
I’m sinking in the sand of eternity trying to cope
Digging upon dreams of the last time I was kissed
~~~
Thus now the Earth begins to shake and wobble
For it brings forth to me, my message in a bottle.
Nov.01.2018
Tell Me A Story 2
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Placed 2 [4'th of 4]
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 is my medicine, which I have identified.
Destination is unknown; the journey is too short,
My vehicle is broken, and our driver is mystified.
My body is a cage; my soul is shackled inside.
Speak not of troubles; my pain will be justified.
The door is half open; I can see the ray of love,
My heart will take over until we’re all unified.
Tomorrow, I will fly with swallows; they know the path.
Who can you trust “Haloo”? There is no one to confide.
1/25/16 Haloo
I dedicate this poem to Daniel Turner, for all his love and friendship.
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).
And still I roam inside this wait I keep,
unwilling to awaken from this sleep.
posted 3/27/21
N/A in the All Yours (Mar 19) Poetry Contest
judged 3/18/2021
For William Kekaula's Final 2021 N-A Choice 3 Poetry Contest
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)
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 riverbank forest, hunting
for Morels with my hobo friend ( by choice,
wishing not to support 4 ex-wives) Clark,
he with his walking stick adorned with colorful
talisman ribbons accumulated from a life spent
wandering....me with my crafted Yucca stick
a friend made for me.
Then...off to pick-up heirloom vegetable plants
a master gardener has nurtured for me to
grow in my community plot, where my friends
are happy to see me.
Amidst all, I'll have Ma accompany me,
(not in the woods) but not far away, her
smile always eager to share in my discoveries,
a comfortable sitting bench at the garden awaits
her, the smell of fresh-turned soil enriches her.
Later, I promised her we would grill at one
of her favorite places she remembers going
with Pop, alongside Minnehaha Creek, the
water gently flowing this time of year, birds
singing and Ducks playing,
The Sun is up further now,
this poem must end,
my destiny
awaits
5/2/15
7am
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, as mourning dove
trills for his mate as birds will do;
her heart on fire with deep desire
while waiting for her lover true.
Her silent plea where can he be,
to make her wait is not his style;
but his delay her heart’s dismay,
it seemed so hopeless for a while.
Then on the slope a thread of hope
someone is walking down the strip;
though light is dim she knows it’s him,
a breathless sigh pours from her lip.
His eyes of green can now be seen,
his beautiful and smiling face;
her dreams restart as lover’s heart
held in a fathomless embrace.
March 2, 2020
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 empty sky
In a new born’s breath
And a dead man’s sigh
I have listened for you
I have looked for you
Where the elders grow
Followed your steps
Through the virgin snow
Through groves of yew
And mistletoe
Looking for you
I have watched for you
By the door and the gate
Risen up early
And lain down late
Doubted your love
And cursed my fate
Watching for you
You said you would come
You said that you will
Appear as the dawn
On the curve of the hill
I have waited for you
Through the dark, and the still
You said you would come
I lit you a fire
I kindled a flame
In the fear of the darkness
I called out your name
I thought I was dying
And then you came
You said you would come
And here you are
The promise of light
Sweetening silence
And softening night
And all shall be well
And be blesséd delight
You said you would come
© Gail Foster 21st December 2016
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 the moment on that day
I stood and watched you with a smile
I never saw you without a thing to say
As we stand today close for a while
Your warm body comforts me so today
I know in a cool springtime rain
I think of you, once more again
I’ll never know why, I could not say
Just how hard it was for me that day
The words are now frozen on my lips
As I stood on the dock alone that day
And I watched as you slowly drifted away
Watching from a veil’s hidden rips
The chill of the cold won’t lose its grip
And hangs from my neck like a chain
To think of you just once more again
And how warm you felt in the cold dark rain
I don’t think I will ever know
And how fast the time did go
I will always feel deep in my heart
We were just never meant to part
Soul mates never go, so here I am again
As I await in the cold spring morning rain
Knowing you will be back with me again
As I leave my cold body in the rain
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 gone to seedlings,
waiting cold winter’s heart.
Whips of wind curl and lick,
at sleeping summer gardens.
Burgundy mums fall and nod,
in clay that freezes or hardens.
Blonde grasses turn white,
waiting for tinges of green.
While other trees go to sleep,
with leaves no longer seen.
Things seem to linger,
or stop nature’s clocks.
Birds preen their feather’s,
to fly south from our docks.
Time, stopped for the mellow,
with unknowing hesitation.
We wait for the deep sleep,
of wet winter’s presentation.
-Edlynn Nau
© November 10, 2019
[ 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 weep for unfinished dreams
upon a mute moon,
while begging for fate’s new postscript
to hurl the way, a different song this time.
Unfinished vows left behind, on this night,
I cast light from the sterilized room,
matching shadows throughout the twilight
something of dreams creeps below the pillow
searching for peace and serenity
numbers become numb
I can't breathe, knowing I'm incomplete,
trite tears longing to be together
lyrics become darkness,
the sun makes laughter once more
leaving a plume of dreams above the sheets.
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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 a page
So if you're still waiting
and anticipating
A Lochinvar ending of sorts
I shall purchase wild oats for the horse
I recall how to sow them of course
With hardly a shred of remorse
Spring awaits its equinox of rebirth
where bluebells display a bed of blue haze,
vivid hues dazzle, delight, upon gaze,
nature cloaked in emerald’s green fresh earth
and I too wait …
Winter awaits its solstice of the sun -
nature rests in silhouettes against light
with season’s monotone palette in sight
that diminishes when nightfall’s begun
and I wait …
New year awaits, held breath, for chimes of time
saying farewell to old - embracing new,
dreams flutter, like confetti, to pursue
as I sit to ponder upon a rhyme
my heart and I still wait …
Alone, lonesome, am I with thoughts to muse
over many seasons that have so long past -
how have the years vapoured away so fast?
Am I at its mercy with all its ruse?
and yet, wait do I …
Cloaked in theatrical shadows on the
great stage of life where I play out my scenes
against the backdrop of changing screens
will I ever shine as the brightest star?
I still wait my heart and I …
I wait to be Romeo’s leading lady
and not a miscast as fate should dictate.
I wait to be someone’s queen not a pawn
when the flow of time is but a stalemate
and I wait, wait, wait …
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 undecided,
The masters call, a pull, a tug.
Where is this bridge?
In the hereafter,
Yet they wait,
wait for that one being.
They are all there
at Rainbows Bridge.
Alert
waiting,
waiting,
waiting.
For their master.
O