Expectation Poems

Expectation poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of expectation poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on expectation are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Fate Of Every Relation

Fate Of Every Relation short poem

Why in every relation Coming our way Beginning with its amazing intensity The warmth the coziness Like morning suns ray And just when you feel Comfortable settling It starts to wither away Falling like leaves of autumn day What is

You Say I Am Into Your Heart

You Say I Am Into Your Heart short poem

You say I am into your heart; and sitting on its bough in your sleep and waking I start singing sweet love-song now; and then you ask me, how? You ask me how I entered there and how I love-song

Puzzles

Puzzles short poem

hopscotch, retrieve a pebble from the lake, sitting under a tall tree i will wait for leaves to fall on water; i will see through my seeds a relief of roses, overnight in the soccer field tiny mushrooms popped up,

Longing

Longing short poem

I ask you to bring many things When you plan to visit me I search for those expectantly Forgetting the speech of your eyes And miss your presence The glowing rainbows and the blue sky You created in my room

Poems containing references to : Expectation

A million little pieces

A million little pieces short poem

Why do I do the things I do, and why do I feel bad after doing them, It is as if I have a constant desire to desecrate all that i thought sacred once want to be a man with

Nocturnal Snowing

Nocturnal Snowing long poem

«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our Dreams and make them shine!» Set free, Your breath smoothens unshaken skies; Your perception scratches unopened realities. Is it a diversion –maybe– for lost thoughts, For lost faces and sins? Looking the other

Dying Wish…

Dying Wish... long poem

I remember the day that they stopped the clock, The day they told me your time had been bought, “We’ll make him comfortable”…those dreaded words, If there’s a “comfortable” way to die it’s absurd! I’d armed myself with so many

Birth Right

Birth Right prose poem

Tear these eyes out of these tired circle of bones, make them see beauty hidden beneath the frailness of lost perfection. The doom so seductively draped in velvet only to offer to the life dance. What I chose is whispered

Do As You Wish

Do As You Wish short poem

People are more precious than things you own. Should not be picked up ‘n put down like a telephone. They can be emotionally fragile, so handle with care, don’t cast them off, ignore As a lost cause or beyond repair.

Alone

Alone short poem

Sometimes when I’m sitting I just want to sit in the silence And absorb the tranquility. I want to close my eyes And be condensed in the attention. To be nowhere yet somewhere. I want to live in the absent

Discounted Disgrace

Discounted Disgrace short poem

You thought, I came back As I didn’t have other doors open for me You must have been day dreaming I came back to see if my absence Made you poised or spoiled! Looking back where we left things incomplete

Sometimes

Sometimes short poem

Sometimes in life, there are things you will never understand When an absolute stranger you meet, With utter respect you greet, Still he/she perceives you in an erroneous way And thinks you are led astray. Sometimes in life, there are

I Am The Youth Of Today

I Am The Youth Of Today short poem

I am the one, fulfilled with the passionate eyes, Thinking and planning hard to make my future bright. I am the one, who don’t care about my present and past And just think about my tomorrow’s task. I am two

Urban Fox

Urban Fox prose poem

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

Achieve Real Happiness

Achieve Real Happiness long poem

“HASAN MUSTAFA” my Sweet Valentine You always glitter you always shine Allah may shower bounties on you Always adopt the way that is true you abstain from that what is bad That is natural in you to never be sad

The Watchnight Songs

The Watchnight Songs poetry books

The book is a compendium or a collection of over eighty poems, which address our physical make-up, socio-cultural attitudes about life, African political landscape and its historical past poetically. The first section of the book begins with a simple reflection

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

Lonely Planet: Part Three

Lonely Planet: Part Three long poem

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

If Only

If Only short poem

If Only I had listened to her, She would now be here with me. Not another nameless figure In another emotionless list Of those gone from this world of the living. I was too preoccupied in my own world While

Art Of Living

Art Of Living short poem

Experiences, Good or bad, are lessons learnt in life Lesson learnt out of experience is reality of life Reality more often is bitter while expectation always sweeter One aspires for happiness in life so one sets expectations high One never

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Sweet Chaotic Love

Sweet Chaotic Love ode

Torrents of beautiful deluge Wave after wave breaking ground Swells of blood drenched romance Death nowhere to be found Downpours falling from heaven Angelic hail slamming the earth A breath upon my neck before the biting begins My heart a

How Alone I am

How Alone I am short poem

How alone am I How sad am I You never know I never show You smile with a shine I smile with wine Your enthralling eyes Defines my style Missing you is my life Yes I live, but I strife

Midnight

Midnight short poem

Through the frosted glass windows The bright streetlight … …sweeps into my room ..in a diffused spray!!! A night lorry lumbers up the lane Chugging its engines In full throttle… Rattling the room …. shattering the silence of night!! silence

Sleep My Little One!

Sleep My Little One! short poem

The western side is tangy as the Sun has bid its Good Bye Stars are peeping out and spangling across the Sky Tweets are fading, the birds have gone back to their nests And the fierce wind has calmed down

Don’t Call Me Your Mother

She used to tell me Right from wrong, Don’t call me your mother I never listened to her; I made her go crazy Don’t call me you mother Until the day she was disappointed. She said to me, Don’t call

Escape

Escape short poem

I go to the countryside to escape the city  From busy streets and droves of people To step back in time if only to dream I long for yesterday yet simple and kind For peace and tranquility to soothe my

Kinsman

Kinsman short poem

He’s wearing his zippered sweatshirt backwards, his blanket looks like carpet padding and if he didn’t have legs it wouldn’t surprise or if he suddenly melted and flowed into the gap between bus and sidewalk leaving behind the whisper he

Eternity

Eternity long poem

Somewhere and somehow, how and where I don’t know. But from ‘twinkle twinkle little star’, to the melody’a thing of beauty is a joy forever’we grow up. The past 15 years can be compared to the life of the ‘Brook’.

The Rising Sun

The Rising Sun short poem

Life is like a wind It takes the birds And the vultures also Knowing it will eat them all through… Balance is always necessary For you and the Birds At times the weather would vary You have then turn in

Where’s My Mother?

Wheres My Mother? long poem

Greetings dear mother from your dear little son looking to act out of his mirror; got longer since you went invisible, yet I am positive you are alongside. I got issues concerned with the copiousness and scarceness of stuffs That

My Heart Skips A Beat

My Heart Skips A Beat prose poem

Heart breaks.. A topic that rules the world of fiction. The cinema loves it, the writers give it so much of stardom and center stage. Be it the classics or the contemporary, tragedies out stand the happy endings. It’s also

Fearful Wife

Fearful Wife short poem

Many days have gone by, And in loneliness I lie. On my bed, couch, or floor; I always find I yearn for more. The return of my husband who, Has been gone with work to do. A military man is

My Little Angel

My Little Angel short poem

I lost my child, in this life you see, I ask The Lord, why must this be? No reasons or answers, could I find. I felt,I was going,to lose my mind! Then, I had an awesome dream last night, There

Together

Together short poem

We started the journey together Where it would end Was anyone’s guess A thousand miles we have trodden Betwixt the ups and downs We’ve seen hills turn to mountain And mighty rivers run dry We have encountered many sorrows And

Into Cobalt Blue

Into Cobalt Blue long poem

I have no sad delusion life will end, though I’ll move on Into endogenetic, and the stillness from which we were born To lie there undisturbed, Earth Mother cradles us until she’s gone These thoughts all race across my mind,

Incorporated

Incorporated short poem

Helter skelter in vain he tries. The guilt, the angst he ever denies. A chimp in a suit will he realize? Lost and jaded any surprise?

Man-A City Within a city

Man A City Within a city long poem

Like city wall that blocks off invaders, so is the skin which covers the body from head top to the sole of the foot. A wall that protects the body against known and un-known enemies, a drain pipe that discharges

Painted Peeptoes

Painted Peeptoes short poem

Painted peeptoes look up to me winking through their narrow slits, see me flit and traipse around towards my errands that I must run. Cut and peel and cook and clean scrub and wash squeaky clean, mirrors and glasses polished

Driftwood

Driftwood short poem

I am driftwood I only drift from shore to shore. I cannot anchor, I cannot root, I have no branches, no leaves, and no flowers. I am driftwood which drifts far and wide with the current of the tide. I

windows Of Innocence

windows Of Innocence short poem

“Innocence looks through a window of crystal clear glass, there is no reflection, just perfect vision of clarity….. For it is through the eyes of a child that truth is captured, no shadows of grey…just pure simplicity. A child’s soul