#waiting poems on Hello Poetry

Sarayu Jun 23

I stand on one side of a line carved by time and you… you remain at the other.

Two souls destined to collide,but sentenced to drift apart.

You left the introduction of a human being just as an introduction….but I am reating a wound that was never supposed to exist, a wound not caused by words, but by absence.

Do you know?

Just because I haven’t healed from the past, I’m missing so much of the present.

I smile with my lips,but I bleed with my silence.

Do you know?

For a line that doesn’t exist in my palm,this very hand has written countless poetries….each one a failed attempt to erase you, but only engraving you deeper.

Do you know???

I am trapped between a forgotten boonfrom some distant past life and the curse of being forbidden from touching that gift in this one.

It’s like the universe gifted me heaven and then locked the door before I could enter.

Now the world keeps questioning me

Did those memories even exist?

But how could they know?

How can I tell them?

Your memories flow through the blood in my veins

Each heartbeat echoing the syllables of your name.

Your voice has become the rhythm of my existence.

Your picture….it will be the last thing my eyes will see before they close forever.

Your breath….it will dissolve into the air with the last breath I release.

No one knows…

You are the god in the temple I built inside my shattered heart.

You are the silent prayer behind every tear I hide.

You are the reason I survive days I don’t want to wake up to.

You are the soul moving this lifeless body.

If there’s any destination that could drag me away from you, it’s nothing but a six-foot grave.

But still…..I am trapped between two brutal truths

One pulling me toward the end of this life and the other is your memories that were promising to haunt me even beyond death.

I’m living a life between surviving and surrendering between forgetting you and becoming you.

I’ve decided

I will become you

Not as a choice, but as a consequence of love that refused to fade.

Because loving you wasn’t just a chapter of my life,it was the entire story.

If there’s no space left for me in this world as me, then let me dissolve into you.

If life won’t let me stand beside you..

I will rise as you.

#love #waiting #pain #emotions

BloodOfSaints Jun 22

I Will Stay Lit

I am still here,
spine bowed like prayer on the floor ,
heart burning like a candle
you forgot to blow out.

Come home,
when your hands remember our softness.
I’ll be waiting—
still yours,
still lit,
still aching.

Love, is waiting.

#love #heartbreak #movingon #nocontact #devotion #waiting #pain #shortpoem #symbolism #religious

Shiva Chauhan Jun 21

My Favourite

Hi my favourite, it’s been quite a while, it feels like forever. I wanted to talk, but couldn’t. I know you must have noticed. How have you been? I hope everything’s going well. Are you eating your meals properly? How’s school? Life isn’t the same anymore; it’s lost its sparkle, its cheer.

Anyway, dear,
here’s a poem for you.

In the times of my confession,
I adored you more than life's possession,
You have a place in my heart for time's Long cession,
I love you beyond measure, my humble expression.

I miss those late night chats, the early morning calls, do you?
Every other day, you're on my mind, that much is sincerely true.
But it seems, maybe, you don't, or do you?
It's fine, I get it, but I wonder, do you?

I'll wait,
For it's love my dear, not waste.

A heartfelt message wrapped in poetry, softly confessing love, lingering memories, and the quiet pain of waiting. It’s not just words… it’s what the heart couldn’t say out loud.

#love #waiting #memories #confession #heartfelt #longing #you #distance #hope #true

lyla Jun 21

widowing you

i used to say your name
as though it was something precious,
something fragile,
something living.
a heart still beating,
a flame still burning.
but now,
i have come to an acceptance.
an understanding.
that i am like a widow
who cannot accept that her husband
is gone.
a woman who clings to his cold body
as though he’s still in there.
as though he may wake up
his heart still warm and beating
his eyes still sharp and bright.
but just as sure as his body
remains lifeless and limp,
your love will never return.
you are gone,
but i’m still waiting.

#love #yearning #waiting

Shiva Chauhan Jun 20

Still Waiting

In the echoes of love untold,
The very heart I kept her hold,
Burned and ripped apart, my soul,
I shall sit and request my tears to fold.

She's not coming back, I know, I do,
I choose waiting, that's surely true,
The love I once had, so divine,
Oh, I'm dying to call her, "MINE".

Still waiting… even when I know she won’t return.

#love #loss #waiting #pain #echoes #heartbreak #longing #tears #memories #despair

Zywa Jun 20

[ In nice clothes I wait ]

In nice clothes I wait

and await, it takes so long --

before you touch me.

Collection "Local tardiness"

#longing #waiting #desire

badwords Jun 19

Robodial

A call not about
Sweepstakes I never entered
Just a wrong number

In this minimalist yet emotionally layered haiku, the speaker recounts a seemingly mundane event: receiving a phone call that turns out to be a wrong number. However, the poem uses this incident as a metaphor for the larger emotional experience of entering new relationships—particularly the hopeful, uncertain space where romantic potential lives and often dissolves.

The poem opens with “A call not about,” a line intentionally left incomplete, evoking a sense of open possibility. It invites the reader into a moment of suspended expectation, paralleling the anticipation often felt when meeting someone new. This expectation is expanded in the second line, “Sweepstakes I never entered,” which cleverly captures the irrational hope for sudden emotional reward—desire without groundwork, love without history. The speaker knows the odds, yet still yearns.

The final line, “Just a wrong number,” delivers an understated but poignant turn. What initially felt like fate or connection is revealed as coincidence—an impersonal glitch mistaken for meaning. In doing so, the poem critiques the human tendency to romanticize beginnings, projecting possibility onto strangers, only to face the quiet disillusionment that follows.

Through everyday imagery and restrained language, the poet reflects on the fragility of expectations in modern connection. The piece resists melodrama, instead presenting romantic disappointment with irony and emotional clarity, suggesting that in love—as in life—what feels destined is often accidental.

#haikusarebadwords #desire #expectations #waiting #destiny

Lee Holloway Jun 18

Unresolved

When does the film begin
when does the film begin
           I've been waiting so long
          with a bowl of popcorn
When does the film begin

When does the programme start
when does the programme start
         I'm in theatre one
         where the curtains are drawn
When will the programme start

When does the film begin
When does the film begin
        I've turned off my phone
        now I'm sitting alone
When will the film begin

First act!
              Second act!
                                Third act!

When does the programme start
When does the programme start
        Your story's done
         Mine hasn't begun
Oh when will my programme start

#film #movie #anxiety #waiting

Emery Feine Jun 17

It Wasn't Mine

I was sinking to the bottom of the ocean
I hoped you hadn't pushed me
I looked at you with tears in my eyes
I hoped you didn't see

I was waiting for you
Waiting for you to return
I was waiting for you to call
I hope one day I'll learn

I saw you choose your friends over me
But did I cross the line?
And I saw blood on your hands
I just hoped it wasn't mine

death to the lover that you were dreaming of

#blood #hands #love #heartbreak #friends #waiting #tears

Zywa Jun 11

[ Recovery can ]

Recovery can

take a long time, like waiting --

for what is over.

Collection "Local tardiness"

#waiting #past #recovery