Short Expectantly Poems
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beautiful mermaid floated her dream into a wish bubble
it featured the lighthouse where she met the sailor
she waited expectantly for the sky gods to show her the way
pretty daisy
crisp, clean, perky,
she outshines the sun
on this overcast day
her petals are unmoving windmills
her seeds sit up expectantly
I have a granddaughter named after her
Waiting here patiently under the mistletoe,
Lips pursed expectantly, hoping that cheeks will glow.
17/12/18
A Cute Christmas Couplet (In Rhyme) Poetry Contest : sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Why is it? that time flies
when we are having fun
Yet creeps along so slowly
when we are expectantly
waiting for an event.
Or flashes past
when we look back
on important things
like mile stones.
A bride-to-be I stood lone
Surrounded by uncles and aunts
Flowers in every nook
But alas no groom
Hands decorated with love
Red dress ironed and perfumed
All expectantly await
But where is the groom?
Tiny
lights glitter . . .
expectantly
children’s eyes dance with glee -
Jesus
lowly
unknown King . . .
with joy my heart
sings before his manger -
God's gift
Copyright, November 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
it's just a hole
A hole in the ground
Rough sided with stone
Deep enough
Long enough
Coarse clumped earth moulded expectantly round its edges
It's just a hole
A hole in the ground
In which we'll put my whole life.
The rat was astounded, he had expected the stork today.
But his mail was delivered at two by a sweet blue jay.
“No other delivery birds in sight?” Mr. Rat asked, expectantly.
“Maybe in the afternoon, but it would be after three,”
My right
My left
They look at me expectantly
Ready to catch me if I fall
I take a running step
I spring
And even though I have no wings
I soar
Ecstatic
Confident
My destination in sight
They keep pace with me
All the way there
And after.
Oh, ageless soul,
confined inside me.
Abiding time,
aware of my aging, ebbing.
You wait expectantly,
anxiously hoping
That I will walk right roads
And choose choice pathways
of obedience in Christ.
Thank you,
my soul
for urging me,
nudging me
toward a joyous eternity!
Dear Father, forgive me for grumbling,
“My request wasn’t granted again.”
I expectantly asked You for sunshine,
While another prayed harder for rain.
Please grant me the wisdom to notice
That the world doesn’t turn around me.
You’ve answered my prayers in the best way
Only You the almighty can see.
You can live your life believing all will end well
However, where we end up we can’t really foretell
Expectantly looking forward, to a time of warm peaceful bliss
But if continually knocked down, would golden really be like this
That so called period of the golden years
Sometimes easily drifts away in darkness and tears
Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord.
Amid the robins and sparrows
Each morning I bring my requests
From within my closet
For I speak and pray to you
and God waits expectantly.
I would daily talk to my Father
While He expectantly waits for me
Psalm 5:3
8/30/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Being open, as anyone who’s a poet well knows, is to be
Many things at any moment in one’s precious creative time;
Honest about feelings, expectantly aware of surroundings,
Grateful for life’s good things, and forever respecting artist and critic alike
When deliciously yielding to every chance to poetically tell it like it is,
And like it feels!
A single note, so pure and sweet.
piercing your soul, cutting so deep.
Lightning flashes, so bright and white.
Blinding your eyes, burning your sight.
It happens so fast, so quick with might.
un-expectantly shocking, to the bone it strikes.
Emotions tumbling, confusing and frightening,
so quick to set, so easily unexpected.
©K. Chun 2003
The lake is black, high country water,
ocular.
Beneath the surface, a species
reflected in an amniotic sky.
There are three here,
three progenitors
searching for the lost children
of mankind: -
water, sky and
that which watches.
Three wombs that wait expectantly.
The water stirs,
something born too deep
wants to emerge.
Let it!
Oh, ageless soul,
confined inside me.
Abiding time,
aware of my aging, ebbing.
You wait expectantly,
anxiously hoping
That I will walk right roads
And choose choice pathways
of obedience in Christ.
Thank you,
my soul
for urging me,
nudging me
toward a joyous eternity!
Choose you this day whom ye will serve…but as for me
and my house, we will serve the Lord. Joshua 24:15
I sit in a straight back chair
With my dragon humpback glowing
Leaning against nothing
Making no excuses
Smiling at the peons
My crown is too heavy to slide
They watch me expectantly.
What will I do with my gavel?
What decrees will I make?
I wish them well, knowing I am only the queen of one.
The Queen of Me.
My fire dragon breath obliterates them
And I smile, loving this dream.
“Peace on Earth”, the angels sing
Ringing out o’er all the Earth
In the light of wondrous star
Narrating the Savior’s birth.
Caroling the story,
Extraordinary!!
Of the glory of the King
Faithful Christians message bring.
“Prince of Peace” is God’s own Son.
Every year we celebrate
As the year is almost done,
Christ Child’s birthday on this date.
Expectantly for peace we wait.
Rosco usually dives in the ocean right away.
Today he sits on the edge of the sea with a plunk.
Dorothy usually flies into a wave head first.
She follows Rosco’s lead.
Daintily dipping in one toe.
He waits expectantly.
She knows if she plunges, he will too.
Ready to save her at a second’s notice.
He has been her protector since she was a baby.
She takes a dive, and he hits her foot with his nose.
While i watched in awe at the size and shape!
a vast shiplike torpedo with indents deep.
i smiled expectantly the Chinese were here!
then stumbled at the speed it disappeared.
My pals were all swimming and laughing around!
now squeals of fighting all over the ground!
Made to act like drunken fools!
in the mornings light,they,d forgotten the thrill!
footnote.Was i the only witness just because im mad?
My prison cell is loneliness.
My cries and murmurings confess
that bars invisible now press
and paralyze with heavy stress
and desolation. May God bless
those deeply mired in misery,
too sad to pray expectantly,
the isolated ones like me.
Weeping willows mourn and sigh
for melancholy ones who cry.
not autobiographical
January 22, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Middle-January Standard
Contest
Earth is spread before me each day,
Magnificent in every way.
By all the laws of God and man,
Rare beauty greets in a wide span.
As I arise to view it all,
Captivated in spring to fall,
It never ceases to amaze
Nor can I turn away my gaze.
Glory beyond my window sill.
Expectantly, I raise the blind
And sometimes rays of sunshine find.
Regretfully, I've over slept
To miss appointment God has kept,
His promise of a daily thrill.
7/3/14
Soon these fleeting hours be done
The cool grave waits expectantly
Hopelessly my life pleads
To lie in his arms again
My weak head bends in gratitude
He carried my burdens and fears
This bright world tempts me dearly
When the time to finally leave is here
To walk one last time with him
To see him cherish me closely
And banish dark memories with a kiss
For him something special
My heart wishes to do
Just before saying good bye
Mistletoe still works wonders
Makes me feel romantic
Allows me to make the first moves
Without apology
I lean in
He jumps back, startled
Now understanding
Knows better than to grab me
It has to be my way
My pace,
My moves,
I like being in control of my romantic encounters
My husband understands, and waits
Expectantly, eager to see what I will do next.
Mistletoe for everyone! I think.
I lean in.
This time he is less afraid.