Biding Poems - Poems about Biding

It’s so cold this morning On Wednesday the 1st of June Im so happy in my warm bed In my cosy, snug cocoon I just can’t bring myself to get up So I will write a little poem Biding some extra time Until my blood starts a flowing So this poem is solely to bide time Until I am brave enough to...

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how my hands long to caress the curves of your face your body your heart your soul AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Posted on October 28, 2021...

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You may well ask where am I, Am I engaged or fully checked out, Take a seat, happy to clarify, Placate your mind, dispel any doubt. I'm Biding my time and that's not a joke, Giving the old guy time to implode, He's senile and tired, befuddled and woke, Any wires remaining will for sure overload. The Border is crumbling, COVID runs...

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The banshee was biding her time Trying to look like she belonged At the Scottish wedding Death found her And escorted her out Wrong wedding he cautioned her She was young, Glad she had saved her wail....

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Biding time with hopes that our frigid winter, Filled with dismal bitter, cold-numbing ways, quick Warms its heart, unfreezes as ice melts, moaning, Time for spring cleaning! Sandra M. Haight...

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Cliché's about waiting annoy me. Virtuous people are not always patient. Long ago I learned that ranting does not make the hands of a clock wash its face more quickly. I wait for the rain, then wait for it to pass. I could twiddle my thumbs, twirl my hair, and roll my eyes, but nothing will happen until it's meant...

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After biding you farewell I raised my hopes and assured my thoughts That I would see you again I stood on my feet strong enough to carry on I faced the endless journey of my life I set the past aside except your name Ringing melodiouse bells in my head I went away with it Unsettled in some city I kept your shadow right...

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Fear is the encasing that you live in, Hiding in the refuge of your mind. Come and take my hand that is within Hearts that live a lie and where you’ll find Hiding in the refuge of your mind, Prying eyes of the Unknown, home to Hearts that live a lie and where you’ll find Hollow words with lies ever so see-through. Prying...

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She's just turned six year old and so Her baby teeth are primed to go. But one, reluctant to vamoose, Just hangs in there, relaxed and loose. Our Amy doesn't seem to mind. She is not the conceited kind, And has more things to think about Than a laggard tooth that won't fall out. If you chance to see beguiling grin With a...

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In the old days, the sting of the pavement Would cushion our bones while we ran We'd tread the water until the waves meant Nothing but curves and a pension plan The clock would watch our eyes shift From youthful mass to wrinkled mist While seas of green rattled our feet And blindness took hold of all we could see With ebullient eyes...

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One after another, change .their plaintive call Spring, Summer, into Fall, hark,hear Winter's cry- seeds asleep, never die, quiet dormant lie- in command, and on demand as sunlight comes by...

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. . . bubbly brook, tall tree time biding time, no hurry no rush, no worry . . ....

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