#awaits - Hello Poetry

We’re lying on the floor you and me and everyone we know comfy and cozy in a rotunda in a tundra a giant blanket covers us all but I know outside our submerged sleepover there’s a murderer waiting to dismember me thoughts of this fate rush through my head I try to dispel them by counting the seconds spent with you as irrevocable victories that the revving chainsaws can’t cut down and the smoking guns can’t punch holes in but it’s hard to focus on that through the sounds of grinding steel outside a stampede of destiny circles our circle and we can only hold each other tighter as the circle gets smaller.

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 2:22 PM UTC

andrew-rueter

What Awaits

We’re lying on the floor you and me and everyone we know comfy and cozy in a rotunda in a tundra a giant blanket covers us all but I know outside our submerged sleepover there’s a murderer waiting to dismember me thoughts of this fate rush through my head I try to dispel them by counting the seconds spent with you as irrevocable victories that the revving chainsaws can’t cut down and the smoking guns can’t punch holes in but it’s hard to focus on that through the sounds of grinding steel outside a stampede of destiny circles our circle and we can only hold each other tighter as the circle gets smaller.

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I will ever wait for you by the gate... Just to see you returning home to my arms... And even if the ravages of time... Leaves the gate creaky and rusted... My love for you will ever remain untouched, unrusted- Covered in a thousand layers of paint!

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Aug 15, 2020

Aug 15, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC

veritia-venandi

Unrusted!

I will ever wait for you by the gate... Just to see you returning home to my arms... And even if the ravages of time... Leaves the gate creaky and rusted... My love for you will ever remain untouched, unrusted- Covered in a thousand layers of paint!

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#*From the corner of the eye He peeked out for the teacher in the corridors None in a close sight He signalled to the peers While one of them mimicked the teacher Adjusted her glasses as the teacher did Before and after the children greeted her Amidst giggles and hushed tones The children and their little fun Between the classes, lost Locked doors now stare At the empty corridors Awaits*#

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Jul 25, 2020

Jul 25, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

Awaits

#*From the corner of the eye He peeked out for the teacher in the corridors None in a close sight He signalled to the peers While one of them mimicked the teacher Adjusted her glasses as the teacher did Before and after the children greeted her Amidst giggles and hushed tones The children and their little fun Between the classes, lost Locked doors now stare At the empty corridors Awaits*#

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The monotone mumbling of a prayer rumbling and memorized i hear it in my third eye or my third ear what, can't you hear? the sounds of the faithful who pretend to be unbreakable but are just people who pray at the cathedral to a marvelous person of which the existence is uncertain He who created the world and then left us to destroy it. unpopular opinion: we aren't really living but we aren't really willing to give this false life up, why? you wonder, do we live in this life if something inspired is on the other side well we don't know, we are humanity, a mix of profanity of hate of lust and a false understanding of what we are and what we can be so we pray to something that we can't see so we are bold and confused broken, overused. and still we believe what we tell ourselves true but we are just cells and atoms remnants of cosmic dust rejected by the universe and I mean no offence to those who believe in a mighty man in the sky but I cannot not because I can't see him or because I can't feel him but because I do not know him and sadly I do not wish to call it weak or call it strong but I do not belong with the saints hung on my mother's walls I do not belong anywhere because I do not see fate or luck all I see are the mistakes humanity has made and I do not know if someone is watching me now write this poem hiding behind two sided glass but if someone is, I only ask of them this: "what truly awaits us?"

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Jan 21, 2019

Jan 21, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC

DrippingWatercolors

one side of the glass

The monotone mumbling of a prayer rumbling and memorized i hear it in my third eye or my third ear what, can't you hear? the sounds of the faithful who pretend to be unbreakable but are just people who pray at the cathedral to a marvelous person of which the existence is uncertain He who created the world and then left us to destroy it. unpopular opinion: we aren't really living but we aren't really willing to give this false life up, why? you wonder, do we live in this life if something inspired is on the other side well we don't know, we are humanity, a mix of profanity of hate of lust and a false understanding of what we are and what we can be so we pray to something that we can't see so we are bold and confused broken, overused. and still we believe what we tell ourselves true but we are just cells and atoms remnants of cosmic dust rejected by the universe and I mean no offence to those who believe in a mighty man in the sky but I cannot not because I can't see him or because I can't feel him but because I do not know him and sadly I do not wish to call it weak or call it strong but I do not belong with the saints hung on my mother's walls I do not belong anywhere because I do not see fate or luck all I see are the mistakes humanity has made and I do not know if someone is watching me now write this poem hiding behind two sided glass but if someone is, I only ask of them this: "what truly awaits us?"

70

Fine things lining pockets And flawed gems from a faucet It took a month to mar the clauses long forgotten fiends and flowing Nature lost scenery It might be menial, but if I don't like the imagery I'd use a run on and run on, running on Fumes like carbon clouds, bowing at the center Of the hopelessness I've found Of moths and flame, danger and wanting Nature and harboring diseases and watching Crystalline precipices overblown from cold Rain, eroding stone long since lain Homes blown through in half a day Another half century laid waste Forage a new course for the streams The selfish, like me only disagree Despite the discontent Restless nights and fires burning low Into the biting air, a show of flair Its not right, or fair to vent Hollow, it would seem Still stable, the ecosystem of Constant change Trying to be heard over a flood of filth Tidal waves painting fields Recessing long since venerated guest Retaking ocean lost to sandy beaches And kids with half a dream left in them I spent my last penny on a whim

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Dec 6, 2017

Dec 6, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC

Boggy

Nature

Fine things lining pockets And flawed gems from a faucet It took a month to mar the clauses long forgotten fiends and flowing Nature lost scenery It might be menial, but if I don't like the imagery I'd use a run on and run on, running on Fumes like carbon clouds, bowing at the center Of the hopelessness I've found Of moths and flame, danger and wanting Nature and harboring diseases and watching Crystalline precipices overblown from cold Rain, eroding stone long since lain Homes blown through in half a day Another half century laid waste Forage a new course for the streams The selfish, like me only disagree Despite the discontent Restless nights and fires burning low Into the biting air, a show of flair Its not right, or fair to vent Hollow, it would seem Still stable, the ecosystem of Constant change Trying to be heard over a flood of filth Tidal waves painting fields Recessing long since venerated guest Retaking ocean lost to sandy beaches And kids with half a dream left in them I spent my last penny on a whim

30

I don’t know where I’m going But I know it will be grand How far must I go? Before I get To where I’m going What awaits me? Who will be by my side? I do not know But I must go

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Oct 4, 2017

Oct 4, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC

halle925

Where I’m going

I don’t know where I’m going But I know it will be grand How far must I go? Before I get To where I’m going What awaits me? Who will be by my side? I do not know But I must go

9

-------------------------------- A near and present future awaits Contemplate A near and present future. -R.

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC

g-rog-rogers

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-------------------------------- A near and present future awaits Contemplate A near and present future. -R.

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I watch them fold up into my palm And I see them take shape, as lines are drawn Always looking down, lost but ever found Until I found the one, who broke my solemn crown Now, I stand here shaken Unsure of what to do Because everything inside me I've found the same in you So I tried for simple And I tried to rearrange I tried for love, but defiant, nothing changed I tried to follow, this path I've since refused Because now I know, I never should have tried And for you, I refuse to lose I can see it building higher, behind your searching eyes Looking for a reason, confusion on the rise I know you thought that you had broken through To be left vacant, as my own I do reprise And I don't know why this world keeps turning for me And I sure as hell don't think it would for you Depression and its icy grip Might be enough to make one sick If not, for this And now we know, that this just wasn't true Tell me, what was I supposed to do? I could have left with you in toe And then we both would die, alone But the time ticks out And the tide goes out As my light fades out There's something I have known I won't be coming back for you, and you won't be coming back for me I hate to turn a back on you But this distance is mandatory

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC

Boggy

Plot Sinkholes

I watch them fold up into my palm And I see them take shape, as lines are drawn Always looking down, lost but ever found Until I found the one, who broke my solemn crown Now, I stand here shaken Unsure of what to do Because everything inside me I've found the same in you So I tried for simple And I tried to rearrange I tried for love, but defiant, nothing changed I tried to follow, this path I've since refused Because now I know, I never should have tried And for you, I refuse to lose I can see it building higher, behind your searching eyes Looking for a reason, confusion on the rise I know you thought that you had broken through To be left vacant, as my own I do reprise And I don't know why this world keeps turning for me And I sure as hell don't think it would for you Depression and its icy grip Might be enough to make one sick If not, for this And now we know, that this just wasn't true Tell me, what was I supposed to do? I could have left with you in toe And then we both would die, alone But the time ticks out And the tide goes out As my light fades out There's something I have known I won't be coming back for you, and you won't be coming back for me I hate to turn a back on you But this distance is mandatory

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. *Wants to be the old stone bridge Awaits, sense the rain, sun and sleet Until the day You, just once step out And I recognize your feet On your way, across me Then I could wait more than five thousand years On this delight*

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Feb 3, 2017

Feb 3, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC

linda-terman

The Bridge of lost love:

. *Wants to be the old stone bridge Awaits, sense the rain, sun and sleet Until the day You, just once step out And I recognize your feet On your way, across me Then I could wait more than five thousand years On this delight*

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*My friend, Do you fly away now To the world That abhors you and I All that awaits you Is a somber morrow No matter where The winds may blow My friend your desire Is the bringer of life The gift of the goddess Even if the morrow Is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall My return*

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Dec 18, 2015

Dec 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC

Loveless

LOVELESS - Act III

*My friend, Do you fly away now To the world That abhors you and I All that awaits you Is a somber morrow No matter where The winds may blow My friend your desire Is the bringer of life The gift of the goddess Even if the morrow Is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall My return*

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We don't belong to this world, something better awaits us.

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC