Short Impatience Poems

Short Impatience Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Impatience by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Impatience by length and keyword.


Premium Member O

as the bright sun sets
beyond the horizon
white impatience in
full bloom decorate
the sands of home
creating much beauty


Premium Member my impatient husband

we sit and wait and wait and sit
it never hurts, not one bit
impatience chases my husband away
he cannot wait; he will not stay
Form: Rhyme

Doubt

I am the turmoil
The thought you just can't let go
Oh, you so wish to

Darkening mindset
An increasing impatience
Do you know me yet?
© Mug Bug  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

White Hare

A side view glance, wry
Scholastic eyes, wise - white hare 
Speaks demands answers
My mouth dictating rivers
Speaks in under-water dreams.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Sagebrush Sam

Sagebrush Sam was tired of blowing
His impatience was keenly showing
Always in sandy land that needed no mowing
He yearned for Iowa where it was snowing
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member April Robin

A
Pink dawn
Reflecting
Interlacing
Light

Red
Open
Beaks, calling
Impatience in
Nests.

3/18/19

For Light Up the Page 3 contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form: Lanterne

Pathetic

Rain pummels my soul
beast holds dear, weakening me
Looks of anguish, anger me
Impatience runs through
as their dejected glances
burn. I am weak in their eyes.
Form: Sedoka

Aries

There once was a proud Aries like me,
whose impatience kept from being free.
But all my pride inside
never had the chance to hide
the goal of winning confidently!
Form: Limerick

Waiting

Dreams and dreams, of the day I'll be released.
Thoughts and thoughts, have already increased.
Anticipation anticipation, begins to build.
Impatience impatience, a tank already filled.
Form:

Wasting Time With Temptation

A power struggle with my flesh
fighting with my impatience
playing tug a war with my addictions
arm wrestling with my anger
shadow boxing with my fears
temptation is such a waste of time
© Mia Pratt  Create an image from this poem.

Changing the Wheel

I sit by the side of the road
While the driver changes the wheel
I do not like the place I have come from
I do not like the place I am going to
Why do I watch him change the wheel
With impatience.

Time

Sometimes too long,
Creating unbearable impatience,
Sometimes too fast,
Like a one word sentence.

Sometimes too long,
The cause of unbearable anxiety,
Sometimes too short,
Like the best times of itself.

Fill the Void

I knew from the start

you fill the void

we would never be apart 

you fill the void

you have a place in my heart

you fill the void 

from my impatience 
to you getting annoyed 

you fill the void. -TA
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member EVAPORATED EUPHORIA

EVAPORATED EUPHORIA
exclusive 
 uneasy
feelings
  of
   exciting
possibilities 
disappear

arrogant
 impatience
  brusequely
discounted

anxious
extreme 
 dedication
discreetly
  solemnly
surface
in
defiance
Form: Verse

King Tut

Young king Tut, time honoured pharaoh
In rage, deaf like the sea, with fires impatience

Boy king worshipped as a God
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

Buried with skill not food for worms
But time for him grants a heavier doom
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member Everyone But Me

everyone’s entitled
to their fits of insanity
inappropriateness
rudeness
ignorance

that is~
everyone but me
heaven forbid
I should once
leave my smile
by the wayside

and let show
a hint of impatience
that just simply
wouldn’t do 



AP: 2nd place 2020

First and Last Date

The space between us is becoming tense

I smile to reassure you

The waiter’s hands are clenched

With impatience, he looks at you

You look at me I want to flee

It’s obvious there won’t be a second date

Please believe it was a mistake

I forgot my wallet on our first date

Impatience

... tadpole wiggles its tail
    'neath the reed's
    faint ripple

    itching to leap, to croak
    till its lungs
    puff purple.


... from up a nest chirping
    a fledgling aches
    to fly,

    swift swallows swish by,
    swooshing up
    to the sky!

Impatience

Impatience is my enemy 
undeniably my nemesis
Holding my serenity at bay
Outside of its border,s
On the edge of its trust
With me at arms length
Patience will not prevail
as i am bound to fail
To fight this condition
i write you a rendition
of this tortured mans tale

Premium Member Impatience

IMPATIENCE

it’s spring      gloomy day
and i watch from the window
strange quiets and excitements
hang in the humidity
like ghostly, long caged voices

the green explosion
has destroyed winter’s hold,
silenced the screaming,
and impatient nature
awaits a late burst of sun
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Knowing Care

Thou hast my love and I desire thine.
Dost thou know or knowing, care?
I keep the nymph's lonely station.

But my impatience grows savage.

If thou carest not, my love
the stars will keep their motion
flowers will still need water
I will learn stillness
the feeling will rust

The Secret Person of My Heart...

Leaps and bounds from a former state,
Will it ever be enough?
Not now, for I still hesitate.
Swaying by the line, unable to move,
Your impatience impedes me,
Will my fears you disprove?
In the absence of hope I'm slowly drowning,
Here silently screaming, 
But the days you keep counting.
Form: Bio

Premium Member The Night Breeze is Softly Speaking

The night breeze is softly speaking a language only hearts (like ours with emotions peaking) read before breeze departs. Sun once more fills the skies , duty of day applies, while our impatience cries. Finally once again seeking, the night breeze is softly speaking.
Form: Rhyme

Patience

The cosmos is extreme
As am I
As are you
Complex beyond comprehension
Bit by bit we comprehend
But impatience 
Like a greyhound anxious to escape its trap
Can lead headlong 
To a savage end
Mindless instinct 
Spilt blood 

It’s more revealing
To follow the rabbit
Down the hole
Calmly

©dbyrne may 2013

More Mild Days

Warm
April 
winds scatter 
wicks left by winter...
snow melts revealing barren soil.
Spring
is late
awakening
impatience in me...
to kiss Lucy on lush meadows.
Voices
with sweet
whispers rise
to the dazzling clouds....
anticipating more mild days.


Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Fibonacci

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