Waiting for rain, sleep, love, life and dew.
Waiting for solace to discover and capture you!
Stillness enwraps scents of Nature's entrant.
A katydid's rasp seeks a mate with his chant.
Teasing breezes tickle leaves in the wood.
Plops of rain on our heads feels ever so good.
Accepting this gift we embrace once again.
Baptized in evenings warm healing rain
our hands unite under day's fading light.
Chasing shadows, we enter the night.
Love I am waiting, waiting for your appearance, the time we will spend will forever last in my thoughts.
Love I am so happy we are engaged, our life together is growing like sweet dreams, I feel your presence in my life, yet we have never met, and you grow in my thoughts.
Love waiting, waiting for you, for all the moments we will build together like pieces of a puzzle, we will build them together.
Love all of me loves you, like the first breath of life, every moment is a blessing, so happy to think of all the possibilities.
Love I am so happy we are engaged, our life together is growing like sweet dreams, I feel your presence in my life, yet we have never met, and you grow in my thoughts.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Moonlight is shining
But everything is dark
How do I find my way
The moon is shining
In elegant white
That's me I want someday.
But did I miss myself
Did I miss her face
I don't know how
We aspire to inspire
When it's tomorrow.
Many children, likely most,
Don’t have the slightest clue
Of how their grown-up selves will be
Or what they’d like to do.
The childhood years, in school and camp,
Will open many eyes
And steer some in directions
That might startle or surprise.
Yet there are those who, very young,
Can see a waiting path,
Who know exactly what they want
And figure out the math
To get them ready to embark,
With tools that they might need,
In hopes that they will have support
And that they will succeed.
It’s satisfying when I read
Or hear of someone who
Accomplished what, in childhood,
Was the future that he knew.
opportunity
slips in like dawn on tiptoe
waiting to be seen
Lavender clung to Grammy like a familiar blessing,
a soft aura rising from her walk-in closet~
that kingdom of faux furs and pearlized buttons
where dresses hung like quiet stories waiting to be told.
I sat beside her at her dressing table,
watching the slow choreography of her bronze-brown hair
as she brushed it into its practiced sweep,
each stroke a reminder of the elegance she carried
long after her hand-model days had faded from magazines.
She tore two sheets of paper poudre,
handing one to me as if passing down a secret rite.
“Gently,” she said, and I followed her movements,
feeling the powder lift whatever childhood dust remained
from my ten-year-old cheeks, leaving them soft, matte, new.
Foundation, rouge, a whisper of plum on her lips~
then her porcelain hands folded mine inside them,
their warmth steady, their touch feather light.
“You’re a lady now,” she said; in that moment, I believed her~
believed I was becoming her lady-in-waiting,
one beautiful enough to be part of her gracious royalty.
Motives change at the back of the queue
The fire increases at those pushing through
I look at the river, it makes no complaint
The body's poisoned with poor restraint
After awakening, that's where time goes
Screams subside, the mind now knows
Mutant thoughts will be misunderstood
It's another birth, another childhood
Time flies by slowly, steadily... it is like
there is nothing worth rushing for.
Yet every second feels suffocating,
every minute feels longer than the previous.
Waiting slowly kills the feeling
of everything that might, for an instant,
make the day brighter.
Counting the passing days one by one,
suddenly the way it used to be seems
extremely far, distant.
The angst is pulling at every nerve,
playing with every thought,
that perhaps all there was
is slowly going to fade away.
Yet a promise, a few words shortly said,
keep my heart surprisingly at ease.
My sanity strains to survive,
but what can I do,
when all I long for is
to hear your voice.
The quiet before the rush.
What adventure waits
to be found?
As birdlife, dull windless calms
Adrift, within
Waits he, but on whose outcome, heart's own
Uplift promotes.
Corresponds to that breathy
Voiced for which girl
Thereout, if anything should activate
Bright-skied, bright notes.
And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I have so much love to give
But no one to give it to
It can't just be anyone
Because only one person is special
Some people don't deserve my love
I want to care for someone
Give them my ideas and thoughts
Someone to share a laugh with
Someone to share my life with
I thought I found that special person
But now I'm rethinking it
She's not liking me the way I'm liking her
But I don't think I can ever stop
It's killing me
Every day I some how steer my thoughts in her direction
Then I realize
It won't happen
It never will
Loving you from miles away,
A missing piece of life today.
A ripped-out page that none can sew,
Save for the only hand I knew.
Yet waiting is a blessing told,
To heal the page and shape the mold.
This quest for you will never cease,
Till present moments bring us peace.
broken
gathering time
to begin the healing
a long process that might just work
waiting
Walls, themselves do
Tranquilize you.
Daubed of what, drawn in by
Frames whose escapes
Burst the present
Hushed dread's consent.
A set of bright, airy
Wet-ran landscapes.
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