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The Waiting Game

She sits still and in silence

watching the blank screen

empty like her mind,

the cursor blinks tauntingly

again and again and again

waiting impatiently for her fingers

to start dancing on the keys

to spill her thoughts, her memories,

the blood of her enemies

it waits for a confession,

her damning admission

yet she sits there, watching,

waiting

 

-TheElusiveScribe 04092017-

I know I’ve been behind with my daily poetry but I will try to do more today. 

 

 

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Welcome Wagon

Jake Hudson

 

 

 

 

 

Minutes or hours may pass
but still you’ll be waiting
for a hint of my shadow
to darken the doorway
or the sound of my footsteps
to tell you I’m coming

and you’ll be waiting
like you always do
by the gate, or by the door
peering from the windows
watching people passing by
wishing that I come home tonight

A simple click is all it takes
a groaning complain from the rusty gates
and you’ll come running
running as fast as you can
into my arms, your home
a thousand kisses you bring
because I’m finally home

-©The Elusive Scribe 040214-

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I Thought I Was Strong

I thought I was strong enough to take the pain
that you handed me with your own two hands,
but it’s hard to swallow the silence that burns
the very essence of me that I’ve given to you.

I thought you’d be different, cut above the fold,
but you’re just like the rest, and I’m the fool
believing the exquisite words that flowed from your lips,
drinking from them like water to quench my thirst.

I thought that waiting won’t be long,
that you’ll come and heed my call,
but you’ve shrouded yourself in your own shadows,
and now I’m just drifting on my own.

-The Elusive Scribe 101513-

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Will you take care of this aching heart
that yearns for a place in your own?
Will you warm it up in your hands
and promise to hold it close to you?
Will you bring it with you wherever you go
and remember that the one who owns it is waiting for you?
Will you sleep tonight and dream of me
and wake up thinking about who thinks of you all the time?
Will you lead your feet back to my home
and stay with me for a little longer?
Will you treasure the trust I give you
and let it not fall to the ground and break?
Will you come back and stay in my arms
and still this worried heart?

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waiting for the faintest of traces of the sun,
parting night’s ethereal sheets laid on sleeping souls
that silently stir on a bed of dreams.
fingers running down on delicate skin
the faintest of blush blooms on cheeks,
the breath of life passed with the lightest of kiss,
lifting the corners of lover’s lips into a shadow of a smile,
a boon given come the morning’s light.
a runaway breeze blows gently caressing silken hair,
a whisper of sigh escapes parted lips that seeks another kiss.
a honeyed treat, a perfect beginning,
for a morning wrapped in arms where comfort is,
a world unfamiliar yet worth getting lost in.

-eamarifosque 082813-

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Waiting

Well, it was fun being part of the NaPoWriMo experience and I would gladly do it again. I’m surprised that I was able to write poems on a daily basis. I guess I will keep at it for the rest of the year. 🙂

Here’s my final piece for this month. Enjoy!

Waiting

Waiting in silence, waiting in darkness.
The lights are turned off while the moon is full,
everything is in place except for you.
Where you are, I don’t have a clue.
Still I sit, waiting patiently for a glimpse of you.
The night deepens its hold on the sky,
and the stars have come alive,
but there is still no sign of you.
And yet here I am still waiting.
Waiting like a stone statue that watches,
never moving yet being torn apart by winds of time.
Waiting still even when the night gave way
to the day that creeps from its hiding place.
Waiting without thought
just hoping against hope.

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-The Elusive Scribe 043013-

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Waiting in Silence

 

Waiting for a bit of sunshine
to break the dark clouds hovering,
over a mind imbued in silence
while waiting in vain.

Waiting for a bit of life
to course through these cold days,
melting ice and frost
to reveal a verdant valley.

Waiting for a bit of love
to fill this empty seat,
while watching what’s left of the night,
for a more glorious morning.

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-The Elusive Scribe 040913-