Waiting For Her Poems | Examples
These Waiting For Her poems are examples of For Her poems about Waiting. These are the best examples of For Her Waiting poems written by international poets.
Just a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes.
She used to spin around, dressed up in her tutu and crown, back when life seemed easy.
Little brown-eyed girl, still waiting to be set free from all the weight she carried.
That little girl, growing with each passing moment, letting the magical experiences become memories.
Letting herself become free of the past that once drained her.
Lots of poems did I write
Most were written late at night
For what I'd always strive to do
Was have one waiting there for you
When you arose, the first bouquet
Of fragrant words to start your day
I used to tell you things that way
Since to your face I could not say
But now it seems sometimes I can
I know not how, nor why, nor when
I started feeling comfortable
Enough to tell you almost all
Not everything though, deep inside
I hold some back, they're set aside
Until such time as may permiss
Commencement starting with a kiss
Woman is a hole,
Soft with spongey walls,
Press the button, make her howl,
Crash through her virgin halls.
A newborn baby, little girl,
Fresh kitchen rag to store,
Waiting ignorant of the day,
When she too will be soiled.
Decades later, kitchen rags,
Sit discarded in a bin,
A loony bin for hags to talk,
And squeeze out salty drips.
Streaming semen pulling tears,
Out of ragged women,
In a circle all but holes,
Men uninvited saunter in.
I'll find some way to pass the time
While waiting for your call
I think I'll write a poem
A short one, kinda small
But don't be fooled by lack of words
These two lines say it all,
"Tonight you looked so beautiful,
With you I am enthralled!"
A thousand or a million
It's all the same to me
I'll write for you forever
My thoughts in words set free
I know I cannot tell you
Can't say them to your face
But maybe you'll still read them
They'll be in the same place
And maybe you'll look forward
To waking in the morn,
To see a bouquet waiting,
Another poem born
And maybe if you're lonely
You'll read them once again
For you I wrote them only
My love expressed through pen
Rest now Bluebird, sleep supreme
I'm waiting for you in your dream
Tell me where you want to go
I'll take you then and there, presto!
Thrilled I'd be to tag along
It's your dream, it's your song
Just tell me what you want to do
I'll make it happen, all for you
This beautiful guitar
I'll keep it just like new
Good steward of her I will be
She's waiting here for you
This beautiful guitar
You'd think that it was new
But she has played a million notes
And written songs for you
This beautiful guitar
I'll keep it just like new
Until she goes home, this guitar
Was always meant for you
Lock me in a room for days
Suffocating in purple haze
Tried so hard to change my ways
Catch me from this second chance floor
I used the window, but you slammed the door
No, holding me close like you did before
No use hiding anymore
I've been holding it so long
I forgot how to breathe
I've been waiting so long
I forgot how to leave
Drag my troubles away
Until I forget how to grieve
Lost in a maze, you can't help but inveigh
Draw your money, I tallied the day
Count your blessings, and I'll count your flaws
That pinned me down between your claws
Now pick my bones out from your jaws
And fold our paper life away
Tell me now; it's not okay
I dragged my troubles away
'Cause I forgot how to grieve
Come home to nest
You need your rest
I'm at the door
Here waiting for
You to appear
You tired dear
And with a grin
I'll tuck you in
A kiss goodnight
Now you sleep tight
And dream of me
Right there I'll be
When you arise
Look in my eyes
And what you'll view
Is love for you
A little message overnight
Telling you you're my delight
Words of love caressing deep
Massage my Bluebird off to sleep
And while you slumber I'll send more
So you'll have something waiting for
You in the morning, sleepy eyes
Smile at me when you rise
In the rush of living my heart stops
between each beat
and for a moment
or maybe just half a moment
she is there.
Not once, but always;
Waiting for me
between those beats,
in every one of my remaining days.
“ I miss you.”
Written as if the sun’s passing mattered more.
As if being uttered with muttered words,
heard only in the hollow of a poets’ dream,
could bring the past to life
or resurrect a love.
You're right, I know
You always were
I didn't want to say
But yes I know that certain dreams
Must wait until someday
And yes the things I want to do
Are not the things I should
So I will put them on the shelf
And try to just be good
But know for sure
That if someday
To pass should ever come
That I'll be waiting for you there
To live them one by one
Just a little something
A heartfelt thought or two
A bouquet in the morning
Because I dreamt of you
I dreamt of fields of lilacs
I heard you call my name
I didn't see you anywhere
But towards your voice I came
Then opened up a clearing
I saw you standing there
Perfume emanating
From flowers in your hair
You smiled when you saw me
Your arms were opened wide
They beckoned me come towards them
So I could hide inside
I said, "This can't be happening,
I thought your love was gone"
You told me I was silly,
I couldn't be more wrong
But that it didn't matter,
The waiting was now past
To come and kiss your Bluebird,
So we could love at last
It's nice to know you still do
I thought that you had stopped
Many sleepless nights were had
I worried quite a lot
I thought of going someplace far
To let you be alone
While all the time I'd quietly
Be waiting by the phone
I know I'm too dramatic
Deleting things at will
But love you? I'm emphatic
Calm down my heart, be still
Patience, lots of patience
It's not an easy thing
To want my little bluebird now
And long to hear her sing
I'll follow what you're doing
I'll store my thoughts away
In a temporary folder
Marked, "Open Me Someday"
Please give me time, I'll get there
Though sometimes I might say
"Goodnight my J, I love you"
Just telling you, I may
Bluebird, have you flown away
Only to return someday?
If that's so I understand
Yet I'll still be at your right hand
When, and if, you'd like to text
Waiting for what happens next
And here and there I'll think about
What it'd be like when the lights went out