Waiting Poems - Poems about Waiting

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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Bird Feeder There is a sun dappled spot Along the Beech forest trail Where bird seed has been scattered. On a bright June morning, Picking some seeds from the ground I place them in my palm. My arm outstretched, Silent, still; waiting…waiting…until… A goldfinch lands on my finger and feeds. ...

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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 posted April 22, 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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1 Corinthians 1:18 “For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.” As I wait for the Son to rise, for hope to soar through the skies for the light of the world to shine so that grace and love are mine… I hear the...

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In this white-washed room, time moves slow, Monitors beepin’ soft and low, I got tubes and dreams, but one thing’s clear— The only medicine I need is your voice in my ear. Nurses come and go like the wind through the door, But I’m anchored in a hope I can’t...

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It would be so nice to feel the warmth of your lips Before you come to take me away from here It hurts to admit, that the problem is That you’ve left me too soon, my dearest dear I’m not saying the spiritual world is all fictional That its only subliminal thoughts and desires People’s sensual visions appear to reveal That...

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If these aren't the walls to hold us Let me loose If charm and features aren't in my company A thought won't do It wasn't me Yet they carved out pieces of my flesh to fit into If it isn't you Please make room I have no heart to share No bated breath to bare Let him pass through Give me no angst, no grief Love what...

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Waiting For You in the sputtering lantern light I stand waiting for you I button my coat as the dense gray fog rolls in off the ocean a sparrow, shivering in the chill air sits on the sidewalk perhaps it is nearing its end only time will tell I may still be here to see It. ...

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I waited for the midnight train on the platform in the rain. It was windy, it was bitter cold and i was feeling bit frail and old. Patiently i awaited the arrival of my niece who was coming home from Greece. I had time to wander down memory lane where images flashed wearily in my brain: she was days old when I held...

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