Waiting Poems

Waiting poems that celebrate the longing in hearts filled with love and loss. A heart-shattering collection of poems that will transport you to the world of passion where lovers sing their poems of pain distanced by time and space. Poems on waiting that are sure to touch your heart and soul like never before.

Dream Of You

Dream Of You short poem

Like moonless sky waiting for the next sunrise Am waiting for the day,you could see me I feel you in my soul Since when I started loving you Realized you are my life and destiny Since then I never felt

A Restless Heart

A Restless Heart short poem

I lay in bed all morning Crippled with a yearning Turned to my left, then right Couldn’t find my love, nowhere in sight You hadn’t come over, you weren’t supposed to Yet I had this feeling, a sense; I could

Love Sonnet 113

Love Sonnet 113 sonnet poems

That song, so sweet, sweet music to my heart, Has played so many times to my delight, Or countless since the time my daydreams start, As they persist to also drone each night; It might occur that such a tune

Quiet Storm

Quiet Storm short poem

Yes, getting lost in that one. He who listens to your every word that falls from my lips. He who extends his arm out to lift me up when I can’t stand anymore. He who embraces me with his strong

The Wait!

The Wait! short poem

Anxiously gripping her fingers tight She looked at the morning sunlight Dress in flowered dress of white She waited for the moment with all her might Believing that she was not surely late Her eyes were locked towards the gate

Sailing

Sailing long poem

Assess the world upside down—literally— Standing in the doorway— Then upside down—in the apartment on Prescott St— Through one’s legs—everything Makes about as much sense As anything ever does. * I am hoarse with the contrived implications, Weary with the

Deficient raptor

Deficient raptor short poem

She watches him, every move sucks in his atmosphere, she fakes petty unconcern listless, restless encircling the prey spinning her web.. He sees all, walks away still faking it, she retreats smudging the smug hibernating until the next one lands.

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Waiting… In vain is what comes to mind. In wanting what I think is right. In loving to be loved the same. In hating for everybody to agree. In missing you while you are still here. To say what I

Waiting

Waiting short poem

I am in fact Waiting for the rain When the water and sun Make love again When Mother Nature sings When the moon hides When deathly thunder rings When the thirsty earth chides When lovers embrace And I feel their

The Last Valentine

The Last Valentine short poem

Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches

Red, gold and green

Red, gold and green short poem

Big red light won’t you turn green for me please? You burn high up, oh don’t you pity these knees? I have a girl waiting across your tall stance Just a little further beyond your angry glance. Dear old policeman,

While You Sit Quiet…

While You Sit Quiet... short poem

While you sit quiet and stare, I look into your eyes And I see why it is worth paying the price The price of being hurt and down Breathing through all the coldness your heart has blown Though you tirelessly

Some Feelings

Some Feelings short poem

Never felt this way before, You have taken hold of me somehow…! Its not everyday one feels like this, I know I’m in love and I need you now…!! Nothing will change, Because its already done…! And it will be

I’m Coming Home

Im Coming Home long poem

“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her

In My Flesh

In My Flesh short poem

Like most men in the past, Death eludes my ample frame. Though he strikes up Fascinating conversations, Helping me soar to newer Flights of fantasy. Sometimes he watches me From across the table as I empty Satches of caramelised sugar

Christ’s Life And Poetry

Christs Life And Poetry short poem

The unnameable voice whispers with a breath made solely from light –Its voice speaks a vocabulary uttered as vast permutations: migratory flocks, tree leaves, innumerable insects… tropes, colors, atoms and not least, the miscounted stars significantly smaller than the total

Wrangell – St. Elias

Wrangell   St. Elias short poem

All night On the neural paths, have rushed – shiny – The shapes of the world, yearning for Scepters of mountains And valleys and rivers of ice And prairies and lakes and forests, endlessly. Yet it would not be the

Everyday Is Fun

Everyday Is Fun short poem

Fed up of being so gloomy everyday. Adventures await I tell everyday. Again and again I am deceived  they say, in spite of that I want to gamble everyday. Even now I don’t realize the truth, but I want to

Kill Me Gently

Kill Me Gently short poem

Kill me gently Kill me gently the light has fallen Do not forget me when life was swollen I am weary and God has spoken Love grows completely when arms are open I see the story of life in my

A Rumor Of Mortality

A Rumor Of Mortality long poem

He put on a tie for the appointment, carefully knotted it though while rounding up his necessaries from the scarred top of the old, painted dresser he dropped his keys twice and decided to take the bus His feet were

Nameless Dot on a Perilous Quest

Nameless Dot on a Perilous Quest short poem

Will it rain tonight? And clean the gaping blisters? Wash away the dirt and slimy froths? Soften the scales and scabies? And will it make me pure again? Ah, let it rain tonight. Bro said, with icy looks, “Damn you,

The Girl At The River

The Girl At The River short poem

The girl at the river with folding mountains and shaggy trees Watched two white swans swaying with the moody breeze She watched as they danced and ruffled their feathers In a way they were separate but always together She sat

Good Day

Good Day short poem

Hoping for more good days. Wishing that everyday was like today. Filled with joy and excitement. But containing the sorrow and sadness. Good days come and go. Containing both the joy and sorrow. Some containing more than the other. But

Pink roll comb

Pink roll comb short poem

I still have it your favourite pink roll comb with the smooth bristles and colourful buds on edge entangled with your hair which I never removed. It’s here. Hope to meet you someday and find your hair messy that moment

Never loved

Never loved short poem

She feels like Chandramukhi a woman who never was loved but only used by many to realise their dreams May be that was her fate to be a rung of a ladder to the unknown passersby coming to quench their

What am I waiting for

What am I waiting for short poem

A strange desperation sets in again nothing seems right nothing seems worthwhile there is something amiss the will to live is gone whatever I stand for seems despicable I lack belief and I lack courage I look for a way

Hope

Hope short poem

Between the changed and the unchanged Is a horizon unseen, Where you reach for the un-felt. Someday I will meet you there. To un-live myself in you.

Sleepless

Sleepless short poem

Woken up at two, by a pesky little dream, I have been standing by the window, Waiting for my sleep. The neon lights burn ugly holes In the black velvet of the night, A thirsty lapwing flies around Cursing aloud

The Rue Of Separation

The Rue Of Separation short poem

  ” Somebody should annihilate my-self, It’s an Albatross like some pelf ! Loving somebody is a feeling of two in one, Alas! Now ‘I’ and ‘You’ are jettisoned ! Cross to bear that silence without you, Such silence brought

And She Was Lost..

And She Was Lost.. short poem

She did know what she felt in a moment She was overjoyed and heartsick at the same time She would never tell how she perceived She would stay quiet, calm and decided to keep it to herself She had lost