Waiting Room Poems - Poems about Waiting Room

In the radiation waiting room

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

In the Waiting Room

An hour in the waiting room – 
You look around and see
All kinds of folks in varied states
Of some uncertainty.

The old and feeble being wheeled
By aides providing care
And little babies, so you wonder
Why they’re even there.

The TV blasts and kiosks wait
For people to check in,
Anxiety on all the faces
Like a second skin.

And one by one,

Waiting Room

Family
sits in waiting room
prays

Radiation Waiting Room

Radiation lobby,
filled with unspoken sense.
I see a community of fighters and partners.
The partners are
the curious who know.
They sit using books as blinders,
or sitting watching others.
They are family waiting.

The fighters are strugglers,
arriving with smiles or stone faces.
They are:
slow walkers
fast walkers
chair riders
cane holders,
or with chemo caps,
or cancer wigs.

Travelers
funneling through a journey of hope.
Given by greeters and nurses.
Cancers

In The Waiting Room

Let me introduce myself
My name is suicide
I live in the shadows
Just at the back of your mind
You’ll probably never meet me
Sometimes I'm on posters
Usually in your doctor’s waiting room
You may glance at me
Put me to the back of your mind
That continuous cough
Your main concern today
Sure you’ll get better soon
Now we come to the other guy
I’m

God's Waiting Room

we confidently march along
until something unexpected happens
an event out of our control
then we begin to grovel and beg
wishing and praying for patience
in Gods’ waiting room

Hell's Waiting Room

Waiting
Waiting again
Some things never change
They get worse with age
Do they enjoy being
The center of attention?
That goes without saying
Doesn't it?
They may feign embarrassment
Blush and smile
Might even apologize --
No, really?
It's all a game to them
They're stuck in childhood
No matter
There may be a hell in their future
A hell with a Waiting Room

Waiting Room

There's a man in the waiting room
much older than myself.


His hands shake, calloused and wrinkled. 
They're just hands but yet, 
they look naked. 
Perhaps a ring was there once,
but long gone now for sure.


His brow could use a trim. 
The back of his neck is silver and unruly. 
Life weighs on the unnatural curve of

Waiting Room

The hours go so fast 
Whenever I see you 
But minutes are eternity
In between the times I do
I really wish that it could be 
The other way around 
Where moments last for decades
And the second hand slows down

And so until our paths next cross
Each day I'll mark the end
With X's on my calendar,
The waiting I

Waiting Room

Little do I know
my discarnate resume
who will I become

The Waiting Room

The waiting room, we go into it
Intuit
Says fear and what ifs await
A weight 
Hangs heavy 'pon shoulders
Smolders
Then sags, lips droop, eyes dim
Brim
With tears until 
'Til
The doctor says all is well 
Well!    

An Echo Verse poem. A novelty type of verse. I thought I would give it a try. 
Written: January 07, 2023

Masked Mummies

                      

                      patients, waiting room
        

Suggestion

How never ending is space-time cycle!
     and think how long our lives are in it's light?
          We happened to meet in eternity
     No train to go, clouds to pour rain all night

Chennai is six hundred kilometers
  

The Waiting Room

Have an appointment
   Waiting, waiting, long
    Too many waiting
     To see the doctor
      All waiting their turns
     
      One child very young
      Screaming loudly
   

Waiting Room

Radical reliance on the ultimate unknown,
Only scarcely awake by its soft under-tone.
Lonely antiques; only now in demand,
Losing their value with each passing hand.
Peppered with sugar to prolong the pretence,
Examining a lifetime and its final expense.
Another slice of the mind to be prodded and poked,
The face of dilemma  has now been revoked
Solitary silence in an

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