Poems about waiting capture the emotions and anxieties intertwined with anticipation. These verses explore the passage of time, the restlessness of expectation, and the patience required during uncertain moments. Poems about waiting may reflect on the yearning for love, the longing for change, or the hope for a better tomorrow.
They evoke the feeling of being suspended between the past and the future, exploring the human capacity to endure and find strength in moments of waiting. Poems about waiting may also find beauty in the pauses, encouraging us to cherish the moments in between and appreciate the transformative power of patience.
‘All the Tired Horses in the Sun’ by Joy Harjo is a short but deeply somber poem that seeks to express an all too potent existential exhaustion felt by indigenous communities.
And ever.
Vending machines and pop.
Chips, candy, and not enough clean water.
And ever, ever, ever.
‘Visitor’s Room’ by Lee Gurga is a haiku that looks at the experience of someone waiting in a visitor’s room, conveying their emotions.
Visitor's room-
Everything bolted down.
Except my brother.
‘Mariana’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson, drawing from a Shakespearean play, depicts the sorrow of a lonely woman abandoned by her lover.
With blackest moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
‘The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance’ by Li Bai captures the lovelorn yearning of a woman waiting for her lover late at night amidst scenic beauty.
The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew,
It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings,
And I let down the crystal curtain
And watch the moon through the clear autumn.
‘What Work Is’ by Philip Levine attempts to reconcile the speaker’s perceptions of what work is versus the tormenting experience of waiting for it.
We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is—if you’re
old enough to read this you know what
‘Exposure’ offers an in-depth view of life in the frosted winter of Northern France, where soldiers on duty would be left exposed to the elements.
Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire,
Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
Northward, incessantly, the flickering gunnery rumbles,
Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war.
A quiet reflection on modern life and spiritual escape, ‘The Scholar-Gipsy’ follows a wandering figure who leaves the world behind in search of something deeper and lasting.
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;
Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes!
No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,
Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,
‘Love Sonnet XI’ by Pablo Neruda presents passionate longing and consuming desire through sensual imagery and intense metaphors.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
‘Please Hold’ by Ciaran O’Driscoll speaks to a general frustration about the automated nature of contemporary life and the horror of being “on hold.”
This is the future, my wife says.
We are already there, and it’s the same
as the present. Your future, here, she says.
And I’m talking to a robot on the phone.
Bhatt’s ‘The Peacock’ explores longing for India through the vivid imagery of its national bird, blending beauty with diaspora.
His loud sharp call
seems to come from nowhere.
Then, a flash of turquoise
in the pipal tree
‘O friends,’ by Mirabai is a deeply poignant poem that wrestles exhaustingly with a yearning heartache.
O friends, I am mad
with love, and no one sees.
‘My Mother Dreams Another Country’ looks at the worries that afflicted a woman in the 1960s pregnant with a mixed-race child.
Already the words are changing. She is changing
from colored to negro, black still years ahead
This is 1966 - she is married to a white man -
and there are more names for what grows inside her.
‘Perfection’ by William Carlos Williams is a poem about finding exquisite appreciation for a decay as a natural part of life in the image of a rotting apple.
O lovely apple!
beautifully and completely
rotten
hardly a contour marred--
‘Reservist’ describes the repetitive nature of war and the preparations that go into arming reserve soldiers and preparing them for battle.
Time again for the annual joust, the regular fanfare,
a call to arms, the imperative letters stern
as clarion notes, the king's command, upon
‘Amethyst Beads’ by Eavan Boland alludes to Greek mythology and the suffering of a child, Persephone, after she was separated from her mother, Demeter.
A child crying out in her sleep
Wait for me. Don’t leave me here.
Who will never remember this.
Who will never remember this.