Patience is a virtue that requires practice and resilience, and what better way to cultivate it than through the art of poetry?
Poems about patience can inspire us to stay calm and centered in the face of challenges, reminding us that good things come to those who wait.
From famous works to short and sweet verses, there’s a poem for every occasion that celebrates the power of patience.
Let’s explore some of the most inspiring, funny, and heartwarming poems about patience out there!
Here are our top picks for patience poems!
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Famous Poems about Patience
Experience the wisdom of renowned poets who reflect on patience as a virtue for resilience and success in these famous patience poems.
I was not patient in that olden time
When my unchastened heart began to long
For bliss that lay beyond its reach; my prime
Was wild, impulsive, passionate, and strong.
I could not wait for happiness and love,
Heaven-sent, to come and nestle in my breast;
I could not realize that time might prove
That patient waiting would avail me best.
“Let me be happy now,” my heart cried out,
“In mine own way, and with my chosen lot;
The future is too dark and full of doubt
For me to tarry, and I trust it not.
Take all my blessings, all I am and have,
But give that glimpse of heaven before the grave”
“Ah me! ” God heard my wayward, selfish cry,
And, taking pity on my blinded heart,
He bade the angel of strong grief draw nigh,
Who pierced my bosom in its tenderest part.
I drank wrath’s wine-cup to the bitter lees,
With strong amazement and a broken will;
Then, humbled, straightway fell upon my knees,
And God doth know my heart is kneeling still;
I have grown patient, seeking not to choose
Mine own blind lot, but take that God shall send,
In which, if what I long for I should lose,
I know the loss will work some blessed end,
Some better fate for mine and me than I
Could ever compass underneath the sky.
2. Remember Then
by Catherine Cordeiro
When you feel bad for what you say
Remember your mom wasn’t always this way.
She is your mom and used to be
A woman who cared, much like me.
To see her not be herself
And say things out of sort
Your heart goes out and is saddened
By the very thought.
You can see she is not always bright.
She’s losing herself
And she does not feel right.
Remember her as she once was
And try to forget what she does.
Take each day and let it go
For she won’t remember what is so.
Go with her stories and her fears
And let her know you are here.
Take a deep breath and step aside
For she has only this one life.
Put on your patient hat and try
To understand the reason why.
She is old and she knows that
It’s very scary to wear her hat.
Try to start fresh each day
And make her feel she’s not in the way.
Smile, smile it usually works
Agree with all her quirks.
She is the only mom you’ll have
So love her dearly and don’t be sad.
by Rabindranath Tagore
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil
and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,
and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds’ nests,
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.
4. A Patience Worth Blessing
by Patience Worth
This hour, this hour, a chalice. Unto its golden cup
We have poured our love, for there be not one man
Who may honestly disclaim that he hath taken within
His heart, God. Mayhap to refuse Him an abiding place;
But His shadow hath rested upon him.
Behold, from this instant we disperse and His shadow
Shall follow thee. I say that tomorrow at some instant
Of time, each of thee shall stop, and I, like a moth
Shall flit thee, and thou shalt remember Him.
I charge thee; it shall be!
5. Harry Lived Patience
by Caren Krutsinger
Harry knew that Maribelle was his soul partner.
He felt it from early childhood; had dreamed of it.
They were confidants, best friends, throughout their lives.
Mari belle was popular, she had lots of boyfriends.
Harry was patient. He waited, not rushing her, keeping quiet.
At the age of thirty-one, Mari belle realized they were a perfect match
You were so understanding and patient with me, she told him.
Marveling that her soul mate, Harry had been next door all her life.
6. A Cup of Patience is All That You Need!
by Priyal Narang
The most important thing in life is patience.
It is like breathing.
You can’t live without it.
It is like drinking water,
You need to have some amount of patience,
In order to survive.
It calms your mind,
And prepares you for tougher challenges.
It increases your capability to listen,
And builds trust in the eyes of the other person.
Be patient in everything you do.
Don’t be intimidated by the ordeals of Life,
Because being patient is very important in today’s world,
As they say good things take time!
They will definitely come your way,
You just need to wait patiently,
And let them discover you!
7. Patience is A Virtue
Patience is a virtue,
Virtue is a grace.
Put it together,
And you have a happy face.
Call me patience,
I know if I am patient that this love I pursue.
Will lead me from this absence,
To my virtue; virtue, this is what we call you
Put one and one together in this place,
You will now know the answer for this instant smile upon my face.
From the first day I saw you, to the days that we share today,
You catch my attention from just one glance.
Having you today I never saw this to come,
For I believe in love at first sight, even if I assume I don’t stand a chance.
Good things come to those who wait;
But why do bad things happen to good people?
If it wasn’t for terrible things, I would never how found fate,
Fate has brought us near; together hear under this steeple.
Till death do us part, I promise you,
through marriage, relationship, or friendship there is no difference.
For I can never stop; and I will always and forever love you
you are the distinct reason for my existence!
Bare and bruised,
she visited the woods.
Stripped of joy and comfort,
she slowly trudged through her usual path to talk to the trees.
With stretched and open arms
they listened to her
Her vision blurry.
Her voice unclear.
The tears have yet to dry.
The grief’s still there to stay.
Then rays of magical light dappled through the trees.
Scattering glitters to the tiny green buds of her favorite sakura trees.
Shining through her heart,
a tiny corner of herself
that’s still her own.
Her sanctuary of patience and strength,
An important refuge that continues to love.
by Sillo Anderson
It came with a force, In whole of fear and faith, my love
Publicized through shepherds of the divine
written through scriptures, lost to manhood and lies.
A different feeling of hurt embezzled amongst all sort of ties
It came with a force., greater than lust deep within your shrine.
Faced with doubt amongst congregations, it came with its force
And countless tears warranted its host.
For time did do right.
It came with a force,
But no longer could it win
for the love he gave drafted many forces that protected my faith.
by Lone Chimney Sweep
How horrible and happy life is all together
How privileged you are to remember both together
A little bit of patience, barely spanning a meter
To sustain a tiny candle light in the heart of winter
Be still little heart
The summer is almost here
Then the reaping will start
Just as the dew reappears…
Inspirational Poems about Patience
Let’s discover inspiring and uplifting verses that celebrate patience as a powerful catalyst for personal growth and transformation in these inspirational patience poems.
by Kay Ryan
Wider than one
Natives in their
A place with
Its own harvests.
Or that in
From the genuine
Let’s fly to the world of dreams
Where sadness is Not the word that exist
Opportunity, success and happiness you Conquer
And life is just the way u wish.
Like the birds that chirps after building their nest,
And crops that dance on the shower of rain,
Blooming flowers and Morning that smiles,
Sings the song of patience in life.
Endurance is the key to success,
With hardwork and efforts that pays,
But listen to the sun that shines,
Says, every morning passes through the darkest time.
So hold on….
Keep those eyes shining bright,
And hold your breath until its time,
For you will get Everything you deserve,
And moment will come when you soar high.
4. To Patience
by Henry King
Down stormy passions, down; no more
Let your rude waves invade the shore
Where blushing reason sits and hides
Her from the fury of your tides.
Fit onely ’tis where you bear sway
That Fools or Franticks do obey;
Since judgment, if it not resists,
Will lose it self in your blind mists.
Fall easie Patience, fall like rest
Whose soft spells charm a troubled breast:
And where those Rebels you espy,
O in your silken cordage tie
Their malice up! so shall I raise
Altars to thank your power, and praise
The soveraign vertue of your Balm,
Which cures a Tempest by a Calm
5. Patience of A Saint
With patience of a Saint I wait
for you to open your hearts gate, for me.
…and I say,
Just one star please fall for you tonight.
Just one star please for for you and
make a wish I pray come true.
Please my love don’t be afraid.
The tapestry of fate is made. Oh, oh.
…and I say,
Just one star please fall for you,
and make a wish I pray come true.
With patience of a saint I wait for
you to open your hearts gate,
Just one star please fall for you
And make a wish I pray come true
For every time I kiss your lips
My soul ignites, my heart it skips
I profess my soul to you
Semper fidelis, it’s true
Please my love don’t be afraid
The tapestry of fate is made
We’ll go beyond the sands of time
Together, put your hand in mine
Just one star please fall tonight
Just one star to lose its light
The rest, they all shall stay in place
Forever, through the highest grace
For if they all fell from the sky
Only then might this love die
Though I don’t believe this to be true
I’d will them back in place for you
With patience of a saint I wait
For you to open your hearts gate.
6. Illustrating My Mother’s Patience
My mother never asks help
and I’m loathe to lift a finger without
you’ll find me
upon the softness of a cushion
she is in operation:
acknowledgements optional. but
even my indolent conscience
stirs at times:
“let me do that for you”
“you should have asked for help”
I tell her, but you figure
I could anticipate her needs
or not ignore the clogged drain
before she discovers it
I’ve been learning to cook
and making dinner for the house
and serving her before any other
and how she praised me!
but as the weeks accumulate
and her cheerleading depreciate
I turn churlish
now and again for being
abandoned to the kitchen
like a domestic help
while the family warms itself
around the parlor TV
whereupon I neglect to serve
anybody, which only illustrates
my mother’s patience
7. Patience Is A Virtue
Now hush up
I can see that mouse
Until it eats
Of the biscuit
8. Patience Isn’t A Virtue, Waiting Is Just Life
An abandoned love finds me.
Sitting on the floor.
Afraid of the door.
That is only known as: free.
Sitting patiently at my feet.
Filled with sorrow.
Simply waiting for our meet.
And we both wonder if I’ll know.
When it is time for reality.
To open my eyes and see.
The beauties that have waited to show.
by Blueberry Ice
What keeps me going..
is the hope that someday, I will understand why.
Why I am this.
Why we’re here.
Why some things had to happen.
I will find my truth.
10. The Well of Patience
The Well of patience evaporates gradually
like water evaporates under heavy sun,
I’m the bird of the Kindergarten books
Conditioned in optimism,
Busy in throwing pebbles of hope.
Today, tomorrow, or after morrow,
One day or the other,
It’ll run dry,
But I will continue
Hopeless and dissatisfied,
Dreaming and fabricating lies to me.
Funny Poems about Patience
Get a chuckle out of hilarious poems that poke fun at the challenges of waiting and staying patient in these interesting poems about patience.
by M.L. Kiser
Patience is a virtue, a footstep
Along the road of life, ambrosia
To a world in turmoil; the tiniest
Interjected bits of soul food. Fusilli,
Egg pasta with zucchini and mushroom sauté.
Nice parmesan and pecorino cheese atop, such a crown with,
Cabernet Sauvignon added, for a meal so aromatic
Everyone will celebrate!
2. Let Patience Have Her Perfect Work
by Sharon Lagueux
We haven’t any patience when we’re asked to wait
We want the things we prayed for, met right away
We ask and we pray and we pray and ask amiss
and what we didn’t pray for, His will on our list
Christ is teaching us patience, while in the waiting
God’s perfecting in us those the things we’re lacking
He say’s wait my child, be still and know I am God
The answer will come so that you may know my love
God opens our eyes to Christ and His long-suffering
And His Patience gives us endurance in our suffering
God provides at times the very things we ask not for
As the gift of patience so we come to trust the Lord
3. A Psalm of Patience
by Joseph Furphy
O kid! With face of healthy tan,
with lunch-bag, books and slate;
You needn’t long to be a man,
Self-confident and great;
For ever since the world began
Each boy must spring to Nature’s plan,
Must worry through as best he can —
Make up your mind to Wait.
O young galoot! you find it rough —
This iron hand of Fate!
Your confidence is mostly bluff,
And doubts preponderate —
Are you the genuine all-wool stuff?
Are you a daisy or a muff? —
Patience! you’ll find out soon enough,
If you can only Wait.
O baffled bloke! with no resource!
Whose knowledge comes too late;
Whose prospects change from bad to worse,
Till Hope gives place to Hate!
Sick of existence, and perforce
Impatient for the long divorce —
you’ll get your call in proper course,
Take my advice, and Wait.
O geezer! Drawing near the test
that none may obviate;
Don’t waste your time in fruitless quest
Re man’s post-mortem state.
That doubt will soon be set at rest —
you’ll be extinguished, grill’d, or blest,
Or spook the world from east to west.
Meanwhile, you have to wait.
What she believed was certain trust
was never entirely true.
Certain trust is always something I’ve had in her, but
I was never naive.
Out there on the Delaware Bay,
in her little sailboat with her,
knowing that, in spite of her promises,
she’d sail out past the buoys,
neglect to tell me to watch the boom,
I knew this as well as I knew her, but
regardless of the certainty of the dunk to come,
it was never a deterrent to climbing into that little Sunfish with her
because watching her sail was an honor.
I’d watch in awe as she steered that little vessel-
a study in determination and patience which
I could never fully understand or emulate.
Having finally shed the red of summer’s first sunburn,
would have settled into a golden glow
bringing out the beautiful butterfly of freckles across her cheeks,
which she hates,
but actually, brings out more of her beauty-
which she cannot see,
and, Oh! How I wish she could see!
On those glorious summer days
she would become the embodiment of true beauty,
and the beauty of her Creator.
Out there on the water with her,
God’s plan had never seemed so clear.
I have a pet peeve ladies, I hope you can feel me.
it really irritates me when I meet a man and within a week or so he’s telling me he likes me.
Do you even know me, now tell me what’s my name.
Uh………Uh……………now that’s a shame.
Now why do you like me?
Huh….., I know what you like, you like the smile you see or could it be my breast, ha …ha..ha…got cha cause this is a test.
This is a test of your emergency broadcast systems.
I see the lust in your eyes my hips my thighs I got you hypnotized I’m telling you my hips my thighs I got you hypnotized. Its that look when your undressing me with your eyes.
Maybe you like the way my waist tappers in and comes back out and forms my hips huh.
Let’s see she’s a brick-house.
But why not just say you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful it’s true.
Why do you have to violate me and try to kill my self-esteem?
When all along you know you want to get in between.
You know you want to run your fingers through my hair you know you want to love me till my eyes roll back your tring to put me to bed.. Bed.. Bed your tring to put to bed.
What happened to having dinner and after dinner let’s take a long walk around the park after dark find a spot were we can spark conversation verbal elation stimulation.
So why do I have to tell you to just be cool.
Question, is shivery really dead?
Or could it be your looking for a woman that got some money so when it starts raining you can get up under my umbrella ella ella a, a, up under my umbrella ella, ella a,a,a,aaa.
Fella’s please take heed cause this is a word to the wise, so if you want to get with me you will recognize that I, I am a prize.
I’m not tring to sound vain, but I want you to feel my pain.
I’m sick and tired of hearing the same lame game what happened to being real if you wanted to get a feel. Oh yeah let me tell you your bling don’t mean a thing……..well at least not to me. One more thing please retire whats your name and sign. Just spend some quality time.
So please don’t hate and remember good things come to those who wait.
And though things might seem
to fall apart..
Soon the day will come,
when everything will fall..
In their proper places.
And soon, I can finally say
In love with life.
Short Poems about Patience
Let’s check out simple yet profound verses that encapsulate the essence of patience and its rewards in just a few lines in these short poetries about patience.
1. Life Is Patience
by Julie Hebert
To live how we want,
And to do what we please.
Can sometimes be tough,
And not done with great ease.
Life works in many ways,
Some good and some bad.
Which stops us in our tracks,
And makes us really mad.
We can’t all get,
What we want right away.
And waiting is needed,
To show us the way.
So learn the lesson now,
That some never learn.
Will allow you your turn.
by Jawahar Gupta
If I die,
I will wait
by Anna M. Pratt
If a string is in a knot,
Patience will untie it.
Patience can do many things—
did you ever try it?
If it was sold at any shop
I should like to buy it.
But you and I must find our own—
No other can supply it.
4. I Love Patience
by Sri Chinmoy
I love patience
it is mild.
I love patience
it is sweet.
I love patience
it is subtle.
I love patience
it is enduring.
I love patience
it overcomes all the buffets of my life.
5. Hope and Patience
by George Macdonald
An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,
A-dreaming of the world.
Round it, for castle-wall, a shell
Is guarding it well.
Hope is the bird with its dim sensations;
The shell that keeps it alive is Patience.
6. A Deadly Lack of Patience
you gallop for hills
riddled with bandits.
you chase stragglers
until a sniper arrow
drops you at our feet.
If you really
want to listen
Listen to the silence
whatever you need
for your understanding
a voice of the soul
8. Someone Who Knows They’re Dying
by A M Ryder
There’s no easy
Way of asking
I already know
what he’s going
To say but
Maybe he just
Needs to say it
So I ask
“Are you scared?”
And a patience
I’ve never seen
In the face
Watching saplings grow
A young crow awaits their fruit
Plucking its feathers
10. Patient No More
My patience is a shoelace weaving through hoops.
Within every turn, a new excuse
another nuisance that nooses
these protruding veins around my neck
until I suddenly can’t breathe.
They call this bow “tongue-tied”
it matches the “aggravated red” color way of my eyes
coupled with my “speechless black” aura…
for those of that I cut off,
you brought it upon yourself.
Long Poems about Patience
Let’s look into some long poetries about patience through these epic works that delve deeply into the concept of patience, exploring its many facets and implications in depth.
by Amos Russel Wells
Learn patience. Watch the quiet-moving hours
slowly beneath hard winter form the spring.
To-day the earth is locked in icy death,
To-morrow, and to-morrow. Dreary boughs
flaunt their dry leaves in mockery of life.
The ground is adamant; no juices run;
The world is chained in silent hopelessness.
But patience! By a hair’s breadth momently
the whirling globe turns nearer to the sun.
And patience! By a hair’s breadth momently
the iron earth relaxes into life.
Slow drop by drop the sluggish current starts
through nature’s myriad veins. The glittering sky
takes on insensibly a milder light.
The meadow softens. Through the waiting woods
Delicious thrills anticipate the spring.
For He, the Life, the omnipresent Life,
The Life that beats at every door of death,
The Life that broods in every sky, and spreads
In ceaseless widening waves to every shore,
Has filled the world too full for any noise
Or bluster of His working,—nought to do,
In any corner of His universe,
But live and love and be the God He is!
So shall I live when I am one with Him,
So shall I work in all serenity.
So shall I face the cold or any heat,
The storm or drought, and live my life through all.
So shall I know the shallowness of sound,
The majesty of calm; and so at last
Become co-worker of God’s patient years.
2. An Exhortation to Patience
by Eliza Wolcott
It is a thorny path we tread,
Where disappointments come;
Then we are mingled with the dead,
And covered in the tomb.
Our fondest hopes are blighted here,
For earth is not our home;
Then o’er frail life we drop a tear,
And welcome then the tomb.
To-day the sun is bright and clear,
Tomorrow clouds may come;
Yet though no change to us appear,
We are hastening to the tomb.
Look then on life as lent awhile,
To gain a heavenly home,
Where Jesus meets us with a smile,
Who once perfum’d the tomb.
For us a crown of thorns He wore,
His soul was fill’d with gloom,
Then led believers evermore,
To triumph o’er the tomb.
When to the cross His hands were nail’d,
And the dread hour was come,
His glorious mission never fail’d,
He conquer’d then the tomb.
Then let us wait with patience here,
Our Conqueror soon will come;
The trump shall sound, the dead shall hear,
And live beyond the tomb
3. If We Understood
Could we but draw back the curtains
That surround each other’s lives,
See the naked heart and spirit,
Know what spur the action gives,
Often we should find it better,
Purer than we judged we should,
We should love each other better,
If we only understood.
Could we judge all deeds by motives,
See the good and bad within,
Often we should love the sinner
All the while we loathe the sin;
Could we know the powers working
To o’erthrow integrity,
We should judge each other’s errors
With more patient charity.
If we knew the cares and trials,
Knew the effort all in vain,
And the bitter disappointment,
Understood the loss and gain—
Would the grim, eternal roughness
Seem—I wonder—just the same?
Should we help where now we hinder,
Should we pity where we blame?
Ah! we judge each other harshly,
Knowing not life’s hidden force;
Knowing not the fount of action
Is less turbid at its source;
Seeing not amid the evil
All the golden grains of good;
Oh! we’d love each other better,
If we only understood.
by Hugh Henry Brackenridge
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace,
And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven’d
In full assembly fair, once more we view,
And hail with voice expressive of the heart,
Patrons and sons of this illustrious hall.
This hall more worthy of its rising fame
Than hall on mountain or romantic hill,
Where Druid bards sang to the hero’s praise,
While round their woods and barren heaths was heard
The shrill calm echo of th’ enchanting shell.
Than all those halls and lordly palaces
Where in the days of chivalry, each knight,
And baron brave in military pride
Shone in the brass and burning steel of war;
For in this hall more worthy of a strain
No envious sound forbidding peace is heard,
Fierce song of battle kindling martial rage
And desp’rate purpose in heroic minds:
But sacred truth fair science and each grace
Of virtue born; health, elegance and ease
And temp’rate mirth in social intercourse
Convey rich pleasure to the mind; and oft
The sacred muse in heaven-breathing song
Doth wrap the soul in extasy divine,
Inspiring joy and sentiment which not
The tale of war or song of Druids gave.
The song of Druids or the tale of war
With martial vigour every breast inspir’d,
With valour fierce and love of deathless fame;
But here a rich and splendid throng conven’d
From many a distant city and fair town,
Or rural seat by shore or mountain-stream,
Breathe joy and blessing to the human race,
Give countenance to arts themselves have known,
Inspire the love of heights themselves have reach’d,
Of noble science to enlarge the mind,
Of truth and virtue to adorn the soul,
And make the human nature grow divine.
Oh could the muse on this auspicious day
Begin a song of more majestic sound,
Or touch the lyre on some sublimer key,
Meet entertainment for the noble mind.
How shall the muse from this poetic bow’r
So long remov’d, and from this happy hill,
Where ev’ry grace and ev’ry virtue dwells,
And where the springs of knowledge and of thought
In riv’lets clear and gushing streams flow down
Attempt a strain? How sing in rapture high
Or touch in vari’d melody the lyre
The lyre so long neglected and each strain
Unmeditated, and long since forgot?
But yet constrain’d on this occasion sweet
To this fam’d hall and this assembly fair
With comely presence honouring the day,
She fain would pay a tributary strain.
A purer strain though not of equal praise
To that which Fingal heard when Ossian sung
With voice high rais’d in Selma hall of shells;
Or that which Pindar on th’ Elean plain,
Sang with immortal skill and voice divine,
When native Thebes and ev’ry Grecian state
Pour’d forth her sons in rapid chariot race,
To shun the goal and reach the glorious palm.
He sang the pride of some ambitious chief,
For olive crowns and wreaths of glory won;
I sing the rise of that all glorious light,
Soon finds a gleam of this celestial day:
Fam’d Persia’s mountains and rough Bactria’s woods
And Media’s vales and Shinar’s distant plain:
The Lybian desert near Cyrene smiles
And Ethiopia hails it to her shores.
Arabia drinks the lustre of its ray
Than fountain sweeter, or the cooling brook
Which laves her burning sands; than stream long sought
Through desert flowing and the scorched plain
To Sheba’s troop or Tema’s caravan.
Egypt beholds the dawn of this fair morn
And boasts her rites mysterious no more;
Her hidden learning wrapt in symbols strange
Of hieroglyphic character, engrav’d
On marble pillar, or the mountain rock,
Or pyramid enduring many an age.
She now receives asserted and explain’d
That holy law, which on mount Sinai writ
By God’s own finger, and to Moses giv’n,
And to the chosen seed, a rule of life.
And strict obedience due; but now once more
Grav’d on the living tablet of the heart,
And deep impress’d by energy divine,
Is legible through an eternal age.
North of Judea now this day appears
On Syria west, and in each city fair
Full many a church of noble fame doth rise.
In Antioch the seat of Syrian kings,
And old Damascus, where Hazael reign’d.
Now Cappadocia Mithridates’ realm,
And poison-bearing Pontus, whose deep shades
Were shades of death, admit the light of truth.
In Asia less seven luminaries rise,
Bright lights, which with celestial vigour burn,
And give the day in fullest glory round.
There Symrna shines, and Thyatira there,
There Ephesus a sister light appears,
And Pergamus with kindred glory burns:
She burns enkindled with a purer flame
Than Troy of old, when Grecian kings combin’d
Had set her gates on fire: The Hellespont
And all th’ Egean sea shone to the blaze.
5. Patience is the Key
It is time, time that this dormant brain was once again reincarnated from its
self-sentenced internment. to once again have words begin to flow
into a stream of pure clarity; to the erudite reader.
Thus this poet will with eager purpose view his words with real intent having at last produced reality A reality; like a distant star, visibly lacking in its finer detail till the
desired tuning is at the clearest focus. When its intelligence will be filling with
pure knowledge of that which it must record; so that future generations may also be brought to an understanding by a higher power.
There are but few in the world who have the knowledge regarding the understanding; as to how this power, which we will call The Holy Spirit, is able to gather all of the information which is passed onto it by individuals living upon this world. Let us therefore hazard a guess shall we?
The intelligence which we have been talking about, is also known as a spirit being which we call The Holy Spirit. This Holy Spirit we can associate with a telephone exchange, which has a direct link to the one operator who can answer calls instantaneously; if it so desires.
The Holy Spirit can receive all answered calls at the same speed at which the operator gives answer to. This same Spirit knows just who and when to send these answers to.
There is one problem that the enquirer does not have, that is the patience to await any answers forthcoming. They hang up the phone so to speak, hoping that someone will call back in a time suited to their convenience. Doing this results in many missed call-backs.
The result being in most cases is the belief that the person that was called has shown no interest in giving a answer. Consequently no more calls are made to the higher spirit we call God. The caller takes no further interest in making any more calls but seeks answers elsewhere.
In doing so answers are gained from that which mankind has gleaned from sources of man, and not from the font of all knowledge; God himself; who is only to willing to help anyone in need via His mouth piece the Holy Spirit.
6. Yet Again the Heart Lies
I can wait” I said, meaning it genuinely
unbeknownst to what it would be costing me
they say love takes time, and that patience is a virtue
with how long it’s taken us, how much of this is true?
Did I smother you? are you even afraid to lie?
does the truth eat you up? tell me are their other guys?
Your silence speaks wonders, I wouldn’t even fret
at the fact you lost feelings or had just as many regrets
Maybe I’m being too forward, you must be busy right?
Yet I have my doubts, thinking every single night
I promised to be faithful, I promised to be true
and I blindly trust you, although I’ve never even met you
Heaven has a plan, I know this is our test
and if we succeed we’ll give each other our best
I hope this is true, I wouldn’t want our first fight to be our last
hey.. can’t we talk this out and go back to the past?
Regardless I’m waiting, weather in good favor or in vain
Nothing can faze me, weather you still love me or bring me pain
I’m ready when you are, just tell me the truth you coward
you can talk about it anytime, yo still remember the password?
by Fosiya Apr 2022
Patience requires strength
Patience requires consistency
Patience requires discipline
Patience brings tears
Patience in the end reminds you why
you waited for this sweetness
8. Days of Patience
They come and go
Shuffle to and fro
A part of each
Never quite letting go
Many to come
Each one so unpredictable
Dragging on like textbooks in a bag
Get through, page by page
And drop it in the sands
Of ever shifting times
Shaking hands cannot catch a chilled breath
Freezing in this frigid space
That has become undisturbed
Only shadows dance
Memories of a relaxed stance
Only to remain as such
And nothing more
Once sweet, bringing comfort and ease
Now bittersweet, an ache yearning to cease
Turn back to the sweet, blissful things they are meant to be
Oh dear mind, let it be
A single ray of light
Shines in the distance
Alas, the shackles that bind
Have only one key
Far away with the light
Patience is a challenge
Taken on, bring it on
A well-worn promise
A tender memory
A heart waiting to be whole
Patience is many things
Tested over and over through time
To only possibly be shown what lies beyond
Waiting at the other end
Poems about Patience That Rhyme
Let’s see these playful and imaginative verses that use rhyme and rhythm to convey the message of the importance of patience in these poems about patience with rhyme.
1. Try Again
‘This a lesson you should heed,
Try, try, try again;
If at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try, try again.
Once or twice though you should fail,
If you would at last prevail,
If we strive, ’tis no disgrace
Though we may not win the race;
What should you do in that case?
If you find your task is hard,
Time will bring you your reward,
All that other folks can do,
With your patience should not you?
Only keep this rule in view-
2. Patience Is A Flower That Grows
It takes a while for flowers to bloom
After we plant the seeds,
We have to give them loving care,
Like every flower needs . . .
They don’t just push up through the sod
And blossom over night,
But when they do burst through in bloom,
That make a lovely sight!
Sometimes it’s that way with us, too,
Some things take time, we find
So just be patient and keep faith
Till this is all behind!
3. The Blind Boy
by Colley Cibber
O say what is that thing called Light,
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he,
Or make it day or night?
My day or night myself I make
Whene’er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me ’twere always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne’er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy:
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.
by Frank Dempster Sherman
Out of a pellucid brook
Pebbles round and smooth I took;
Like a jewel, every one
Caught a color from the sun, —
Ruby red and sapphire blue,
Emerald and onyx too,
Diamond and amethyst, —
Not a precious stone I missed;
Gems I held from every land
In the hollow of my hand.
Workman Water these had made;
Patiently through sun and shade,
With the ripples of the rill
He had polished them, until
Smooth, symmetrical and bright,
Each one sparkling in the light
Showed within its burning heart
All the lapidary’s art;
And the brook seemed thus to sing:
Patience conquers everything!
5. I Waited Patiently for The Lord
by Amos Russel Wells
Why should I not be patient? Thou hast been
So patient, endless patient, with my sin;
Hast waited long, hast kept Thy lamp alight,
Piercing with love my reckless, wandering night;
Hast pitied me, forgiven me, forborne,
With not a word and not a look of scorn;
So eager hast Thou been to come to me,
And I have fled in folly far from Thee,
Why should I not be patient? Why not wait
however long Thy coming, slow and late?
So long was I in turning, late and slow
In calling to Thee from my depth of woe,
So did I try Thy patience, surely now
I must await Thee with a peaceful brow,
Must bide Thy coming with a heart serene,
And know the Father whom I have not seen.
Nay, in my patient waiting for Thy grace,
I see, my God, the smiling of Thy face,
I hear Thy voice, I feel Thy loving arm
Enfolding me protecting from harm;
The silences are vocal with delight,
The empty air reveals a radiant sight,
And earth and heaven are in one accord
As I am waiting, patient, for the Lord.
Patience is the toughest to stay on
But the surest path to victory one can
Get in the large expanse where all have a short life span
Not sure of seeing another dawn
And watch the young fawn
Grazing on the green lawn
And the white swan
swimming in the rivers of babylon
After we are well and truely gone
For those reading this it will be known
That life is on the route shown
By those who lived and left an indelble
mark and songs sung in a melliflous tone
7. The Shedding Patience
by Musini Venkateswarlu
If consider growing light in black minds,
the relations between evil money
and the touching handful seasons that sounds
for relaxing in the lap of funny.
Yours restless hot sweat fights for color cash
by selling self-journey of the life time
with untrodden thoughts of the youthful fresh
in knitting nature night of sweetest claim.
If feeling well, illness none on rough pile
and heap of agitated dears of blood
as heating nears of the closed burning mail
with sleeping faces of those surfaced head.
Yours, breathing breast of shadow pumping old
as the fresh flaming words that you behold
I do not have the patience of a god,
yet I find myself waiting yet again.
I do not have the patience of a god,
but when you return with tears in your eyes,
my arms are open wide—
heart willing, though it aches again—
ready to hold you close once more.
I do not have the patience of a god, no,
but I do think I have the patience of a flower.
I do not think you notice,
too busy in your own mind.
for once, I was a blooming daisy,
so welcoming, so bright—
day after day. week after week.
I do not think you saw me,
for the lily petals that once were brilliant
had curled and wrinkled into an ugly shade of brown,
and the daffodil petals scatter on the ground,
leaving nothing but a twisted, wilted stem.
I do not think I have the patience of a god,
though I think I was given a heart like a god.
for I still love you, painfully,
like thorns on a rose.
and though I may have a love like a god,
the rest of me is still
so stupidly human.
please don’t come back this time.
Though if you do,
I will open my arms again.
“Patience is a virtue.”
Sometimes it’s true,
Sometimes it’s not.
We waited, remain patient,
But there are times
It’ll never come.
Poems about Patience and Waiting
Experience the tension and anticipation of waiting through poetry that captures the essence of the waiting game in these poems about waiting patiently.
1. The Hardest Time of All
by Sarah Doudney
There are days of silent sorrow
In the seasons of our life;
There are wild, despairing moments,
There are hours of mental strife;
There are times of stony anguish,
When the tears refuse to fall;
But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.
Youth and love are oft impatient,
Seeking things beyond their reach;
But the heart grows sick of hoping
Ere it learns what life can teach;
For before the fruit be gathered
We must see the blossoms fall;
And the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.
We can bear the heat of conflict,
Though the sudden, crushing blow,
Beating back our gathered forces,
For a moment lay us low;
We may rise again beneath it
None the weaker for the fall;
But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.
For it wears the eager spirit,
As the salt waves wear the stone,
And the garb of hope grows threadbare
Till the brightest tints are flown;
Then amid youth’s radiant tresses
Silent snows begin to fall;
Oh! the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.
But at last we learn the lesson
That God knoweth what is best;
For with wisdom cometh patience,
And with patience cometh rest.
Yea, a golden thread is shining
Through the tangled woof of fate;
And our hearts shall thank him meekly,
That he taught us how to wait.
2. Learn to Wait
Learn to wait – life’s hardest lesson,
Conned perchance, through blinding tears,
While the heart-throbs sadly echo
To the tread of passing years.
Learn to wait – hope’s slow fruition;
Faint not, though the way seem long;
There is joy in each condition,
Hearts, through suffering, may grow strong.
Constant sunshine, howe’er welcome,
Ne’er would ripen fruit or flower;
Giant oaks owe half their greatness
To the scathing tempest’s power.
Thus a soul untouched by sorrow
Aims not at a higher state;
Joy seeks not a brighter morrow,
Only sad hearts learn to wait.
Human strength and human greatness
Spring not from life’s sunny side;
Heroes must be more than driftwood
Floating on a wave less tide.
3. Waiting, Ever Waiting
by Mary Alice Walton
Waiting, dreaming, waiting, by some flowing mystic rill,
Waiting, hoping, waiting, strong desires my spirit fill;
Waiting, restless waiting, Oh! Could I join the busy throng,
Waiting, patient waiting, for right to triumph over wrong.
Waiting, weary waiting, as the hours creep slowly by,
Waiting, sadly waiting, unnoticed by those passing nigh;
Waiting, daily waiting, with fire alive in heart and brain,
Waiting, yearly waiting, seeming but to wait for pain.
Waiting, striving, waiting, wisdom’s goal I feign would win,
Waiting, weeping, waiting, ever bearing Adam’s sin;
Waiting, vainly waiting, the race is for the swift and strong;
Waiting, sighing, waiting, pouring forth my grief in song.
Waiting, fearing, waiting, while the shadows gather deep,
Waiting, doubting, waiting, down the rocky cliffs they creep;
Waiting, longing, waiting, for man’s promises not filled,
Waiting, trusting, waiting, Jesus speaks and all is stilled.
4. Patiently Waiting
by James Richmond Jr.
My heart is set on that glorious day
When your work is done and you’re home to stay.
I’ll be waiting right here, with open arms.
To hold you close and keep you warm.
I’ll squeeze you gentle but hold you tight.
And kiss you all over when the time is right.
I’ll express my love, so you know it’s true.
There’s nothing on earth I would not do for you
because you’re the one, you’re one-of a kind.
I’m proud to be able to call you mine.
What a expression on your face,
When I pulled the ring out of the case.
And I took your hand, then dropped to my knees.
And said honey please, will you marry me?
Like wind in wildfire, my love is spreading fast,
Growing stronger and stronger, as each day continue to pass.
I’ve waited very patiently, but now you’re home.
Let’s make up the time that you were gone.
5. The Will to Win
by Berton Braley
If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and
your sleep for it
If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it
If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,
If gladly you’ll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,
If you’ll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,
If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You’ll get it!
6. I Wait in Patience
by R. Mark Vincent
Because cold winter days must yield to spring
when daffodil and crocus bloom full sway,
I wait with patience by the fire and sing
to chase away the dismal, dreary day!
7. Just Waiting
by Rama Krsna
Many a night
I lie awake
with remembrances of your silky touch
and a zillion rousing thoughts
racing through my occidental mind.
longing for that soft embrace
laced with the hope of it all.
for the elusive sleep to descend
8. Waiting for the Paint to Dry
by Merlie T
Waiting for the paint to dry
I want to start a fresh page
but if I do not give this one its time
it will bleed on to the next
It will lose parts of itself and
imprint where it does not belong
Patience is a virtue, perhaps this is why
9. Wait for It
by Bb Maria Klara
It’s divinely inscribed that loving means patience
and kindness, honesty, humility, and hope:
Most things that are lacking in my personnel essence,
a setback tying me down like a rope.
Now the challenge arises, to tread a new pace.
Take the road less traveled, unlearn what I knew.
As for weakness written well all over my face,
I’m not only hopeful, I’m horrified too.
To watch things unfold to the slow beat of my heart,
see things as they are instead of how it might be;
and though I am eager to see the next part,
I revel in the unrushed, gentle moments of happy.
Because good things come to all those who wait;
I know that one day, it will surely be great.
Poems about Patience and Love
Heartwarming and poignant verses that explore the connection between patience and love, and how they go hand in hand.
1. Sweet Patience
by Elizabeth A. Allen
Oh, trifling tasks so often done,
Yet ever to be done anew!
Oh, cares which come with every sun,
Morn after morn, the long years through!
We shrink beneath their paltry sway,
The irksome calls of every day.
Ah! More than martyr’s aureole,
And more than hero’s heart of fire,
We need the humble strength of soul
Which daily toils and ills require.
Sweet Patience! Grant us, if you may,
An added grace for every day.
2. The Patience of A Heart
Love takes time.
It takes patience
to find the one
to find him,
to find forever.
The heart may get broken
but never give up.
The patience of a heart
is so beautiful.
by Ho Swrites
I’ll take your heart,
however you choose to give it,
all at once or little by little.
I’ll cherish every moment that you give me,
just as long as
you give it.
I’ll take all the smiles you share with me,
because my life
is made better seeing them.
I won’t rush or push you,
but know that
I’m completely into you.
It’s your move and I’m waiting.
4. Patience Gives A Pleasant Surprise
by Jawahar Gupta
Living only today in the mysteries of coming radiant moment
Without saving anything for tomorrow, without wall of torment
For I have totally given myself to the fluttering gift of daily life
Wearing gown of Gratitude feeding the nook and corner of life
Without breaking your myth and truth but bond of slavery bleaks
Free the mind with wit and humor like a wind touching my cheeks
My poems are tools, color, and brush to paint a real picture of life
What you see in family, relations, binding role of an anchoring wife
I stitch pearls on your cloth to sew our family fabrics woven suits
And beautiful precious handkerchief and socks for durable boots
The Idea of Karma continually teaches us to need to open heart.
Madness is not a terrible thing to do but to enjoy the unknown chart
Blooming flowers, ripened fruits and song of bird and hum of bee
I want to share all divine joy of everything existing we hear or see
5. Patience, Though I Have Not
by Thomas Wyatt
Patience, though I have not
The thing that I require,
I must of force, God wot,
Forbear my most desire;
For no ways can I find
To sail against the wind.
Patience, do what they will
To work me woe or spite,
I shall content me still
To think both day and night,
To think and hold my peace,
Since there is no redress.
Patience, without blame,
For I offended nought;
I know they know the same,
Though they have changed their thought.
Was ever thought so moved
To hate that it hath loved?
Patience of all my harm,
For fortune is my foe;
Patience must be the charm
To heal me of my woe:
Patience without offence
Is a painful patience.
6. I Prayed for Patience
Trusting in the Lord, our God
Walking where He had trod,
Following His Way each day,
To be ever faithful I pray.
For patience, perseverance
And I pray adherence,
Answers I don’t always hear
But I know He’s ever near
Yet Jesus ne’er leaves my side
He strips me of all my pride;
In right paths the Lord leads me
With His Body He feeds me.
As every hurdle’s won
I am grateful to God’s Son
For when all is said and done
I’ll be with the Holy One.
7. The Patience of Forever
As she holds my hand
her love fills the cracks in my walls
without asking to tear them down
and my heart beats again
8. With and Without Reservations
by Hemingway’s Beard
to be comfortable
in my seat as
the patient and
shuffled the aisle
negotiating the overflow
of flaring elbows
and cumbersome torsos
a waltz of
their only hope
to find their place
yet with little interest
in whether they might
along the way
as a man
from the seat
he had evidently
surveys the nearby
his mind churning
an internal gamble
of which one
the longer period
before the rightful
he will need
once more before
his journey’s end
at some point
unknown to him
he settles down
in a seat marked
Poems about Patience and Perseverance
Discover the power of persistence and resilience in the face of adversity through poetry that celebrates patience.
1. Patience and Perseverance
by Edward Lacona
Within the carillon of life
Romance can always chime
Music can start within the hear
And it knows no age or time.
Romantic lyrics become reborn
I recall them without resistance.
For us the problem is not the songs
Our challenge is one of distance.
We’re connected for years by the Internet
And, one might find this quite quizzical.
Our love has rooted and grown because
We learned that truest love is not all physical.
We have fallen in love completely
And we want a blissful co-existence.
But, to form our loving union she will
Need a visa and we both persistence.
She will need a K-1 visa
And, it throws us for a loop
As we wade through a big bowlful
Of governmental alphabet soup.
The process isn’t so simple
On this point I am not vapid
No matter what help is employed
Getting a K-1 visa is really not rapid.
Forms completed and documents compiled
For the USCIS and then for the Department of State
And, while all our submissions are scrutinized
For months we wait…hope…and anticipate.
Then a medical and a meeting in Moscow
We pray for a good judgment of fate.
As we think and dream of the waited day
We meet again at an airport gate.
2. Patience and Perseverance
by Arthur Penrhyn Stanley
So long as our existence lasts,
we must not give up the duty of cheerfulness and hope.
He who has guided us through the day,
will guide us through the night also.
The pillar of darkness often turns into a pillar of fire.
Have patience and perseverance;
believe that there is still a future before us,
and we shall at last reach the haven where we would be.
3. Three Keys
by Catherine Pulsifer
Perseverance, patience, and persistence:
Three keys to success
In life’s journey that brings
Fulfillment and progress.
They enable us to endure
Enables us to reach goals
No matter the stress.
When we persevere we move ahead
Being steadfast in our resolve,
Even doing things we dread.
Success from the three keys will evolve.
4. Success Comes by Persevering and Patience
by Catherine Pulsifer
Every challenge in life
Has a lesson to learn,
One should not turn and quit;
A goal set is best to earn.
For each problem that arises
It’s wiser to seek,
Vigorous determination is
All it shall take.
Though quitting may feel easier
And less frustrating,
True success comes by persevering,
That’s something worth stating.
Life is about persevering
Through the challenges and strife,
Looking for other ways
And being persistent in life!
5. All Is Well, or Will Be
by Susan Noyes Anderson
I look ahead and loathe the view,
a tunnel of days to get to you,
a tunnel of looming days until
I see your face and drink my fill
of all you are and all you mean,
a tunnel of days that stand between
me and the joys that once were mine,
when you were here and life was fine.
Patience has never been my gift,
but I will push and pull and lift
my spirit to sufficient height
to stand with you in God’s own light.
At peace once more, our family whole,
the gratitude within my soul
will soar beyond what words can tell;
then will I sing out, “All is well.”
Where passion wanes,
patience will succeed.
Even embers are a sign of life
and must be cared for
lest they turn to ash.
7. Away From Where You Are
I feel the discomfort
of staying where I am
and leaving the problem
to someone else’s job or duty
to the neighbours with whom it happens
on the outskirts of the village
It’s urgent, there is need
to fix the houses and the barns
it takes too long
or there is too little time
for my impatience
I talk with the neighbours
while we wait
until we can move on
within reason and the rules
of the comfort of staying
where we are
Poems about Patience for Students
Here are some engaging and educational verses that teach students the importance of staying patient and positive in the face of challenges in these poems for patience.
1. If You Show Patience
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
If you show patience, I’ll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I’ll rub the sleep from your eyes.
If you become a mountain, I’ll melt you in fire.
And if you become an ocean, I’ll drink all your water.
by Emma Lazarus
The passion of despair is quelled at last;
The cruel sense of undeserved wrong,
The wild self-pity, these are also past;
She knows not what may come, but she is strong;
She feels she hath not aught to lose nor gain,
Her patience is the essence of all pain.
As one who sits beside a lapsing stream,
She sees the flow of changeless day by day,
Too sick and tired to think, too sad to dream,
Nor cares how soon the waters slip away,
Nor where they lead; at the wise God’s decree,
She will depart or bide indifferently.
There is deeper pathos in the mild
And settled sorrow of the quiet eyes,
Than in the tumults of the anguish wild,
That made her curse all things beneath the skies;
No question, no reproaches, no complaint,
Hers is the holy calm of some meek saint.
3. Patience of Hope
by Christina Rossetti
The flowers that bloom in sun and shade
And glitter in the dew,
The flowers must fade.
The birds that build their nest and sing
When lovely spring is new,
Must soon take wing.
The sun that rises in his strength
To wake and warm the world,
Must set at length.
The sea that overflows the shore
With billows frothed and curled,
Must ebb once more.
All come and go, all wax and wane,
O Lord, save only Thou
Who dost remain
The Same to all eternity.
All things which fail us now
We trust to Thee.
by D. H. Lawrence
A wind comes from the north
Blowing little flocks of birds
Like spray across the town,
And a train, roaring forth,
Rushes stampeding down
With cries and flying curds
Of steam, out of the darkening north.
Whither I turn and set
Like a needle steadfastly,
Waiting ever to get
The news that she is free;
But ever fixed, as yet,
To the lode of her agony.
5. Patience, Little Fox
Patience, little fox.
Beneath the green leafy drapes
soon from sour
will be the grapes
6. Dear Seedling
Dear seedling, one day you will grow
but for now you’re tucked into a blanket of snow
seedling, don’t lose hope
because one day you’ll be a grand oak
and you’ll be able to touch the sky
you just need patience, seedling
you’re far from passive
it takes a lot of power to sprout through the dirt
7. 2 Years
Give me 2 years to be good again,
2 years to build myself,
2 years to love myself,
2 years to completely heal myself,
2 years to be found again,
2 years to be open to anything,
2 years of patience and rest,
2 years of no peer pressure,
2 years to be me again,
see you in 2 years…
In a world where instant gratification is the norm, patience is a rare and precious virtue that can help us navigate life’s challenges with grace and resilience.
Through the art of poetry, we can tap into the wisdom of great minds and find inspiration to stay patient and persistent in the pursuit of our goals.
Whether we’re waiting for love, success, or simply the next chapter of our lives, poems about patience remind us that good things come to those who wait.
So let’s take a deep breath, stay calm, and embrace the power of patience, one verse at a time in this poetry about patience.
Did you feel relaxed after reading these poems on being patient?