Waiting Poems - Poems about Waiting

Long ago, Mithila was left at this forsaken station, As the train slipped away on the wrong track, cutting all horizons. There was no return Mithila knew it, even then. This waiting was only a silent, endless sigh. In the dust-covered mirror of nostalgia, Her past flickers, bright as gleaming, Unreal in its stillness and beauty. The present? A colourless traveller That tells no...

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Life between the highs and lows Is stable, or one would suppose, Yet that might not be true at all – When high, you’re waiting for the fall. And naturally, when you are low, There is no way for you to know How long until your saddened state Will vanish, so again you wait. So life becomes a waiting game. If being stable is...

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_______________ Separated from her spouse who’s sojourning, the heroine awaits with deep longing. ___________________ The warmth of a day nigh sunny Nor silver of moon passing by Gives me hope nor solace any more, Freeze of darkness spreads to my deep core, Separated, I feel utterly incomplete, O cut your long sojourn short, beat a retreat And come soon to end my loneliness, O...

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In The Waiting Womb Thereof (Apropos Of Poetic Onement) Thanks for being here with me in the waiting time of the birthing flow from the poetic womb thereof: We mind-pregnant poets have all experienced that spacing time reality of which poets must be in waiting for the waiting poetic womb to give birth:- At times, we’re forced to realize that we, too,...

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w. a. i. t. i. n. g. nights diss ~~ OLve days s l u m ...

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I’m waiting for the bus. Ain’t nothing to discuss, ain’t no more dumbing-down. You’re super-pissed-off-plus? Well that makes two of us. I’m heading out of town. Ain’t no more fight or fuss (who taught me how to cuss?) Don’t want to stick around. A little bar that sells cold beer, that’s where I intend to steer, or any place but here. I need a change of atmosphere and...

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a bobble hat fellow rumbles along sharp turns behind me - hello - but reaches up to the wall grabs an apple 80 percent intact and hobbles away again a few seconds later he's back again turns behind me, bends low and picks up the soggy, abandoned box of donuts two inside remaining successful mission he wobbles away...

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It’s alright ...

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Flickering lights cast shadows on the crowd, Each chasing hopes that slip through their hands. Trains whistle past in endless circles, Rushing toward visions that never stay. I stand beneath a single blinking light, Waiting quietly as the crowd fades away. No need to follow fading tracks, No rush to catch a train that disappears. The platform empties, footsteps soften, Only my shadow remains,...

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Muse - Day 1, 2016 For years I had read Not realizing what I too, had given… I had given, just not sure what I received in return. So, in these, my later years thinking on this... I approached morning’s-day Muse Fresh with the Sun. From all I had become in the Sum of Days Muse asked gently of me... “Who are you?” I...

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It is Saturday afternoon everybody and their uncle is in Target buying things they will put into garage sales next summer their red shopping carts are full I had brought my friend here to get a shingles shot Since she is ninety-two and has a walker, I parked her at the door I won’t be here but a minute, she tells...

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Lurking In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Lurking Waiting In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Waiting Watching In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Watching Me. ...

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I’m waiting for a genius At the Apple store today Where most customers are younger, Knowing all will be okay. At the counter, though, a woman Who looks older than my age, Sits and struggles with the agent Who is helping her engage. She, like me, is pretty clueless (Though she seems a little worse) And she’s viewed with some derision, Though it once was the...

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Calling all drivers, does your car go in reverse? Why are you over the parking line? I cannot get into my car, now waiting until you are done shopping. For weeks, it has been happening. Put your car in reverse and park straight, or leave your car home where it belongs....

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WAITING IN LIMBO Sitting on the muddy banks Of faded realities, Lingering in the spaces of time, Lost souls struggle: Seeking another Dreamer. Powering pawn brokers, Tighten their mogering grasp Beyond the setting sun; Leaving frailed victories festering And waning in winds of change:- White opiates coagulate, Flowing black dreams Of mesmerized minds; Oblivious to fading freedoms Chained and rotting away:- As time and life sag on, Let’s not be as...

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