Short Watch And Wait Poems
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I watch and wait at the foot of the door.
No other place is better than this floor.
When the doorknob jiggles.
My old hairy tail wiggles.
Happy that my daddy is home.
Waiting for something to happen
Makes us sit and watch and wait
Getting less than what we want
Is not what we should take
We need to make better life choices
Nothing is ever ordained by fate
I watch you struggle
in your sleep,
battle deep,
in a dream
against yourself.
I watch, and wait
to sprinkle fairy lust
inside your mind;
to spell your days
with searching eyes
beyond the obvious.
My image plays notes
Written in my face
Carved in my soul
Longed in my heart
Paste on my mind
Over and above
I watch and wait
I see my life refreshing
Its scenes edited
With ambition flowing
My faith filled with light
Echo's love of life
Sit and watch, and wait and see.
For one day you shall belong to me.
Whisper or yell, it does not matter.
I will always hear your voice above the clatter.
Walk or run, or drive away.
For you will be back with me someday.
Paula Denise Cosner
Listen to the light that so deftly surrounds you.
Like the night it holds onto everything, it holds on to you.
Watch and wait and listen for the sounds you are bound to hear,
Sit down on the rain and turn an ear, just one ear,
So that you will hear the sound in the light.
Bade Mother Nature at the dawn
Bring forth the trees, grow tall, grow tall
Beneath them lay a gentle fawn
Being sheltered, waits for night to fall.
They will dutifully face their fate
Anxious, they can only watch and wait
Always finding danger on their way
As the sun rises on a new day.
Fear slithers in.
The snake in my belly
uncoils.
Wrestling restlessness
gives way
to unnerving unease.
I watch and wait.
The snake silences its strike
for now.
I begin to pace.
Anguished anxiety anticipates
as yearning’s yellow yarn
wraps me in the afghan of fear
and the future bites me again.
Sometimes mad,
the reigns drag
from clawing hands,
the pounding steed
of a racing mind
now overwhelmed
in clinging sand,
the world an alien land, fearful
neath the smothering ooze,
crying in the darks oppression,
muttering confession to demons
that watch and wait, for
darker times come late.
Stillness seeds this cell
of death-borne illness,
underscores the needs
of one who cannot
function by himself.
Bedsheets icy white,
blooming flowers
in bright profusion
litter uselessly.
Monitors wink, blink
their indifference;
scant recognition,
little consolation for
a father and his
sorrow-stricken son.
For awhile many trials are hard to bare, i want to scream when it seems lifes not
being fair. But i know if i go to God in prayer, he'll take hold of my load that he
knows i can't bear. When i keep the faith watch and wait , pray obey and not
hesitate.I know for sure just like he said, his word will be the bread that will keep
me fed.
Drugged high, I watch and wait for your touch
Entrusting my life to you, your
Presence has become my essence
Existing in this space where only your face
Needs to be
Desolate, I lay shivering and sheet-bound
Expecting the cold breath of death
No power to move, yet
Caresses of your warm hand calm me
Escape is futile, still, in you I trust.
Shall I pass the phantom's test?
Find solace and peace in the belly of my bed?
I will not fear the darkness
Black as ravens head
Nor the shadows that watch and wait
While I nestle in my bed
No longer fear the cold breath, winter chill
Or the whispers of death and ill will
My fears, blooming as beauty of youth
From where are their roots?
She’s gone again, just for a bit,
A day, a week, just some respite,
I’m on my own, no one to pry,
Not held to task, to answer why,
And still with freedoms yet untried,
I sit, I stare, try to decide,
I could, I should, indulge myself,
Partake of sin I’ve been denied,
Instead I sit and watch and wait,
For her return, back by my side.
Unbridled passion in field there show
As lovers face to hold and kiss
Left to thine own eyes to know
What’s meant by sharing lover’s bliss
Albeit then the sun descends
Upon the two who lie and sleep
As dreams enact and bodies mend
I watch and wait, while there they keep
The one true sign of love, they sleep
Embraced in hold, each other to keep
Kind eyes peer
out of pages
gentle features
of grace replace
calculated poses
touched by
the sun-The sun
brush-stroked
color --into his
cheeks and face
hints of roses.
And yes
I believe
my eyes as they
report.
No doubt-
Obviously we have
met here before..
Yet unscathed
by this world
We come back
There could be more
like us
So we are here
to watch and wait
Kind eyes peer
out of pages
gentle features
of grace replace
calculated poses
touched by
the sun-The sun
brush-stroked
color --into his
cheeks and face
hints of roses.
And yes
I believe
my eyes as they
report.
No doubt-
Obviously we have
met here before..
Yet unscathed
by this world
We come back
There could be more
like us
So we are here
to watch and wait
Am I to pick the ripened grape,
And separate it from the source?
Or do I simply watch and wait
And catch it falling without force?
So barren is the ground below
That yearns to taste of heaven’s fall
Although her boughs are sturdy grown,
Her trunk – unwavering and tall
Do I deserve to be denied
The bliss that beckons from above?
Or should I brave an upward climb
And steal away a selfish love?
Living in a world of guilt
Cross examining every thought
Slaughtering every thought
On which your world is built
Never gets you very far
You sit and wait
You watch and wait
To hit one under par
But you’ll get there one day
When you do something
When you start something
While your masochism is away
So maybe wait another week
To do something
To start something
And add a year to your losing streak
Form:
The shadow grows across the gable.
Time for the sparrow to roost and rest.
Night bird calls, sadden my brow to know
You no longer caress my hand.
Your carriage left one day
Carried you, my love, so far
My love rests upon a weeping willow
beside the flowing brook.
We shall meet in sweet chariot
to ride away in the ocra sky.
At dusk, I watch and wait, my love,
For the rumble of hooves
and smell of home.
Amber sunrise, clouds flee
Brushing against the horizon.
Cool river's plashy bank calls.
Dawn awakes scatter rays.
End of bait string dangles,
Float swirls. First, a nibble,
Got a fish; it bit my finger
Hard and got away.
I once again cast my line
Just sat, watch, and wait.
Kipper in its depth nibbled,
Line took a tug, a splash,
Makes a dive.
Not again, it's off
Out into the open.
Pole away, oars in hand
Quiet push home.
11/2/2021
A seed is put into the ground
It rests beneath the sun
The miracle of what springs forth
Almighty hands have done
The sower having done his part
In faith must watch and wait
In time the object of his toil
Will sit upon his plate
When intimate relations
Of a man and wife are through
The seed is sown in passion
The results are me and you
We can follow the instructions
Doing only what we know
But God creates the seeds of life
All we do is sow
(A lone voice whispers)
I live in The Great Casum
The in-between place
No one knows me as I watch you all race
Some of the blind call me god
Some don't
But you know
Good for them all
For I watch and wait
You'll soon know my name when you walk through my gate
Copyright John Duffy
Casum is the accusative singular of the Latin word casus, which means "a fall; falling down; accident, occurrence, chance event; end, termination; case".
Do you remember
Those wet Decembers?
Hear the rainy days
Splashing wetness stays
Thunder and lightning
Aqueous spills raining
Here comes rainy daze
Misty moments craze
A watery flood
Melancholic blood
Do you feel that wet
Oozing fluids that set?
Rainy days forfeit
Sunny days discrete
Here I sit with fate
Watch and wait sun's date
Write words that echo
Learn how to let go
Leon Enriquez
29 December 2014
Singapore
I want to thank you Lord for that moment you gave
That cross on the hill, for my life to save.
I cherish this moment because now I’m yours
For my sins you bore all the lashes and sores.
This moment I submit my life in your hands
Now I can only watch and wait for Your wonderful plans.
Thank you for two parents who love me so much
The past hurt and pain, me, they can’t touch.
I’m washed in your blood and free from my sin
And now the Holy Spirit can forever enter in.