Short With Impatience Poems
Short With Impatience Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about With Impatience by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about With Impatience by length and keyword.
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.
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
time changes ever so slowly
one tick tock at a time
click click click click
moving even more slowly
the last hour of work
or a long day in a hospital
watching someone trying to leave this plane
tick tick tick
click click click
each moment creeping more slowly
than the last tick
and the one before
time trying to stand still
filled with impatience
so incredibly slow now….
I write upon lust and love
Though neither are easy,
lust and love persist freely
Two truths seen from above
One of lust, One of love
Running with impatience and clocking duration
Lust and love in strife as we walk in shadows of doubt
Fire and desire, greed in need
What can solidify everlasting? Our smile, our discourse
Or other attractions.
Lust and love be not blamed , our reasoning is humane.
A red bird, motionless
A cardinal rare to my city eyes
And almost indistinguishable
From it’s neighboring autumn leaves
Crimson and rusty,
Feathered with impatience
For winter.
A red bird
Silently invisible
Aside from a telling
Twitch, or a quiver, or the flexing of wings
The blink of an empty eye.
A red bird
Enviable and unenviable
And all to itself as it
Considers not a thing
Except whether to take flight
Or stay perfectly still.
Maybe in another life
We can finally get this right.
Meanwhile, I’ll be waiting here
With impatience so severe.
I’ll try to get you off my mind.
Hopefully I will, with time.
Maybe we’re not meant to be
And there’s someone better for me.
It’s a notion I don’t want to believe
That our love is ill-conceived.
So I’ll hold onto hope a little longer
And tell myself to just be stronger.
I hope that my heart can endure
Because this love’s worth fighting for.
Your poetry talks to me in the moody night
a voice of indigo telling me secrets of pain and love
while Luna licks my ear with impatience for my excitement,
I begin to walk faster, like a wolf on a scent, your red scent,
following shadows into sounds of howling winter
seeking just one more whisper from your passion
one more paw print in the hard snow of destiny,
will I ever find your lair of love in the cold night
I swear that I can see the copper glow of your eyes -
J.A.B.