Best Waiting Room Poems

GODS WAITING ROOM

Mr Black, please get down from that chair,
You’ll break your legs,
Mr Black replied, it would be worthwhile love
Just to see your sexy pegs,
As...

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Some waiting rooms are large
   Some are very small
   It could be anywherei
    In any building
  ...

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In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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Thirty Eight ( Corny Cancer Poem) For Sharon

Hallmark has a million cards in their catalog
And not one of them says,
Life Sucks
American greetings had nothing that...

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"It was 6 or 7 years ago
Or so I'd like to think
I traveled to my eye doctor..
(I should'a seen a "shrink"!!)

My dad and I we...

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Trying to get myself together,
I book my dentist appointment.
In the waiting room I sit.
Finally, they call me,
 I sit on the all familiar dentist chair.
Looking...

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It was December Christmas eve, and it was snowing outside
Kids were making snowmen and some boys had made a slide 
Our eight year old daughter...

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"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."



There was a time when Jess was young, that we thought we were...

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 I pray each day for Divine strength
To help me make it through rough times
Some vague trials with unknown length.

Bad things happen it is true.
For...

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Sorrow

My sorrow can swim my sorrow can fly 
I’ve tried to put it to bed but my sorrow wont lye 
It’s not only well hidden...

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In the waiting room, the plant
Sat near the windowsill.
Purple leaves were nodding
Like they had their own free will.

Their skinny stems supported
What were leaves split up...

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I consulted a tyromancer
To see if I could find an answer
She consulted some cheese
And told me so much sleaze
I’m convinced she’s just a fat chancer!

Written...

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Two hands in folds of shoddy cotton,
in clouds of cheap champagne and cigarette smoke.
My ringing ears

Echoing the television murmurs,
but it’s the same news on a...

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Treasures Given That Will Forever Last

The red rose, colors that such pure joy brought
gleaming wet from last night's slow falling dew
are as divine gifts in...

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Yellow rose buds she requested for her senior prom
Talked about how they would match a satin dress
Did not know where the roses would come from
And,...

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