Short Waiting Room Poems
Short Waiting Room Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Waiting Room by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Waiting Room by length and keyword.
Rush ~ hurry up and wait
Letting you know his time’s more valuable
Sit there and be patient
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
chemo waiting room
patients eat saltines
from a candy dish
Published in Bottle Rockets #42 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
waiting room
sitting tight hand in hand
the silence tense
Published in The Trillium Haiku Group Anthology's AFTER THE FALL, 2021
AP: 2nd place 2026
i’m lonely and can’t understand ~ why my waiting room is never full
said the psychiatrist to his dentist ~ whom replied you talk such bull
By
David Kavanagh
Walls, themselves do
Tranquilize you.
Daubed of what, drawn in by
Frames whose escapes
Burst the present
Hushed dread's consent.
A set of bright, airy
Wet-ran landscapes.
we confidently march along
until something unexpected happens
an event out of our control
then we begin to grovel and beg
wishing and praying for patience
in Gods’ waiting room
in
her waiting room
we wait
in amniotic air we incubate
and emerge with a surge
in a birthful purge
one month
after
eight
(April 9 2016)
A doctor who worked in Bombay
Banned seventeen patients one day
They all had Delhi belly ...
Waiting room got so smelly
Receptionist turned them away!
2/19/19
in one
passageway
squirting out
another
not a worm
on a hook
but a fish
perplexed
perhaps
by miniature
coral pieces
I told you so
a dozen times
ooh, such
devilishly striped
gills
Impatient Inez could not wait her turn
Growling, snapping, snarling, doing a burn
Thinking she is the only one to wait for this groom
How did she miss the other nine of us in this waiting room?
Pantheon of obtuse glorifications
Hallways confetti bile stymied soldiers smile
'Incomiiiiiiiiing!!!!'
Waves and waves of the nation's slaves
Wave your flag
The few
The proud
The crippled and the dead
Hounds warbling through my brain.
Games playing through my veins.
People howling in the waiting room.
Waiting for the diagnosis that started in the womb.
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Buddha numerics
Time between death and rebirth
cosmic waiting room
(bardo- intermediate space of time between
death and rebirth. Symbolically, 7 to
49 days in Buddhist time.)
So many patients waiting with their dogs
I pitied the poor Doctor, Anderson Cooper
As time passed, my pity shifted to the waiting room
An aquarium it had ~ it lacked a pooper-scooper
A chance to dream
A lovers guide
Butterflies in a waiting room
A glass of frozen wine
A touch of petrified time
A way to smile
cherished beneath the stars
The rain falls low
The Wind rises high
The Moon the stake
A hospital “Waiting Room” is an uproarious scene
I understand the pressures of the daily routine
With the number of patients
With all sorts of ailments
It's amazing that hospitals are such well-oiled machines
patients, waiting room
masked by Fauci, do not speak
only mice may squeak
9/29/2022
Hospital waiting room in the afternoon
Tired flowers looking after the patients
Saplings emerging from the interaction
Oranges in the hands of the sun as it sets
________________________
11 September 2025
Human is a grave
a waiting room
shadow in the corridor
forgotten being
fragile tongue
here
Loneliness.
Silence.
Human is a grave,
dash in a distance,
gasbag hold together by gravity
And when the machines are counting
the end of the world,
let's dance.
I wonder why...
I must sit still and wait
for the Doctor to come in
when I got here so late.
If I'd been on time,
would I have see him at once,
Or would he have just gone out to lunch?
Early or late- on time or slow,
It really doesn't matter what time I go
to the doctor's office I wait...
They sit in the waiting room in silence
Tightly clasping hands
Together both fearful
To hear words from just one man
Most crucial words they will ever hear
In moments their life’s may change
Intently watching the door open
Eyes lock when they hear their name
They leave the waiting room in silence….
Our first kiss was a deathless Mayfly.
Ten years onward, we sit
in a Doctor's waiting room
as sniffling strangers.
She smells of baby-puke.
Sometime later,
she tries to sell me a cellphone
in Radio Shack
(still no recognition).
Sadly Radio Shack,
like long forgotten kisses,
is now a dead Mayfly.
Listen to poem:
Waiting room
Anticipation
White coats
Processing plant
Sharp needles
Good and bad
The ticking
Of the clock
Resounding
Through
And through
Calling names
One at a time
The long walk
Down the hall
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.3~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Our first kiss
was a deathless Mayfly.
Ten years onward, we sit
in a Doctor's waiting room
as sniffling strangers.
She smells of baby-puke.
Sometime later,
she tries to sell me a cellphone
in Radio Shack
(still no recognition).
Sadly Radio Shack,
like long forgotten kisses,
it is now a dead Mayfly.
SEARCH FOR ME on the dusty bookshelf,
in this room filled with very old books.
I sit here waiting to be chosen,
needing to be read by a reader.
Do you know it is hard to find me?
Old books standing cover to cover,
wait for a reader to SEARCH FOR ME.
I long to be in your loving hands,
and being read by your loving eyes.