Waiting Poems - Poems about Waiting

In the quiet of the night, when the world is still, I sit by the window, feeling unfulfilled. More than 20 years, laughter filled the air, But hidden in the shadows, was a heart laid bare. The kids are all grown, chasing dreams of their own, And here I am now, feeling so alone. Once I danced in the sunlight,...

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you saw me wrong. upside down, like a bible turned over in the hands of a sinner. i saw you the way a dog sees a thunderstorm. head tilted, waiting for it to pass, or for the sky to split open. you in that gown, standing like a kid who just learned what shame feels like. i almost said something soft. almost reached out. but then i remembered...

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Stop waiting for the world to love you, for it never owed you that, Do you think you'll feel worthy if you win, accumulate, and prove enough? That shame will vanish one morning, that the mirror will smile instead of frown? Let me tell you something true: you're chasing ghosts with heavy chains on your ankles, We're taught that...

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You may rain on my parade, But I will never end my crusade As long as you let me try to persuade, Just know my romance is no charade. You may doubt you can reciprocrate But I will still show you what I can create: Unconditional love means I can never hate While you may continue to leave me in wait. You showed...

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the calm here is filled with your presence i feel your energy come over me as it lingers in the air i breathe and paints a warm smile upon my face i do not feel alone it's surreal how there is hovering that's tangible between the two dimensions meanwhile this still looks much like a processing plant but feels to me more like a...

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waiting there were oatmeal cookies on the counter. only three left of the dozen she made just before the pot on the stove moaned, weeping that her coffee was done. dark and bitter, sugarless and of course no cream to embezzle the deep black that made her coffee as mysterious as it was steaming hot. chatter from the tv set was more hazy than the stale...

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Forgot to wait for it Fcking got me again Let my guard way too far down Didn't even see this one begin These chemicals got us on lock With the hardest chains to break thru It's like I'm walkin in this haze with you Waiting for the chaos to ensue All it takes is a tiny little attitude And the war stews Explosions all...

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One day I'll open up the door, And you will step inside once more. "I've waited long, please understand!" Like thunder in a clear sky's hand. Prepared for anything, I'd be, With open arms to welcome thee. I'd hold you close, my heart elate, And finally, I'd know true fate. I'll wait for you, though sense seems lost, Your pure soul...

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old table sitting across from one another words spoke what their eyes already knew and the thoughts in her mind so freely poured like cascading water in a pool of pure blue they talked and laughed about yesterday as if yesterday had a name of its own and made plans to last beyond forever yet they knew forever would soon be gone painted with...

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delusional old bricks, red and crumbling flowers bright blue and crisp and i wondered where you had gone behind a wall that did not exist the sky silently wept over me clouds crawled by like angels wings san francisco died in the swirling mist it was just one of those things a melody whined through my head pianos and violins kept the music slow i decided...

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death of a circle it was in the meadow when i first learned to wait. the marshes were heavy with morning and the footstep of a frog became a slight ripple born to die in the center. but only after i learned to wait, watching the slow death of a circle. tolbert ...

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the last blackbird even now, i’m not sure why i walked to the end of the avenue before sitting on the curb. one city bus marquee after another boasted that channel two news is best… until channel seven at six arrived with the next bus. at the end of the avenue blackbirds waited, watching near-empty sidewalks from a drooping wire. it was then i decided...

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Sweatshirts are my favorite clothes Warm and cuddly, comfy too I have many as my husband knows In red, pink, green, gray and blue My husband has bought me a little gift A Foghorn Leghorn orange sweatshirt It will be my favorite if you get my drift For the prime driver I will stay alert...

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table set for two sitting waiting by the phone endless night AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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bring in the rain her rocking chair was hushed, the metric creaking ceased and sprinkles fell gently like a supple cotton blanket. she no longer smiled. her feeble hands were folded while a sweet summer breeze softly kissed her unyielding lips. persistent raindrops fell singing a final melody to the old lady who waited for the kiss of visiting angels. her journey now complete, the fragrance of roses growing...

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