Waiting Poems

Tired of Waiting Poems

One famous historical book says, “expectation postponed is making the heart sick”. Those wise words have proven true time and again for many. Many people wait their whole lives for things that are difficult to come across, like true love or exceptional secular opportunities. Unfortunately, some things, like finding a soul mate, do not necessarily happen when one would like. Often, the wait can become frustrating, causing sadness, anger and other negative feelings. One way to combat such feelings is to read the poetry of others who have experienced similar emotions.

I'm Waiting Poems

Waiting Poetry 1-7 of 7

Waiting For My Dad

I sit alone in the darkness
Waiting for him to come back to me.
Can he hear my cries?…

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Hey dad I wonder why you left me and my 3 brothers alone? This question never fades away in my …

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  • by Jessica Velez
  • Published: Nov 2009
The Pain Of Missing You

I never knew a broken heart could keep on breaking.
You keep on sending your love but no ones there to take it.
Rivers of tears keep a steady flow…
But no ones there to know.…

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Looking for comfort. I'm a grieving mother, who lost her son in the year 2000. The day he died was …

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  • by Mike
  • Published: Feb 2011
Better Dead

I'm so torn as I sit alone in a lifeless jumble of secret thoughts,
Wanting to end this bitter pain for some relief,
even momentarily.
It won't subside, …

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Husband Had A Brain Hemorrhage 9 Years Ago
  • by Marian Shapcott
  • Published: Jun 2011
Can He See Me

Can he see me?
Can he hear me?
Does he know I'm there?
When I am standing at his bedside or sitting in a chair.…

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  • by Donna Jozwiak
  • Published: Jun 2011
My Ritual

In the early hours,
As most should be sleeping,
I sit in our bedroom window, and perform a ritual,
Smoking a cigarette, wrapped tightly in a blanket,…

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