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Alliteration Time Poems | Alliteration Poems About Time

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The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

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no one knows nothing
when wrapped with
smooth silver silence 
some secrets sleep.

helpless heart hopes
love lives long 
but beneath betrayal
deep desires die.

time twists tides
some sail safe
some seize sand
while wailing waiting.

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Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016

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Tonight - One-Liner Five

Tonight Time tick tocks tirelessly to tranquilize tired thoughts and transport twilight to tomorrow. Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place~ Contest: One-Liner #5 Sponsor: Silent One Judged: 12/11/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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When Time Stands Still

Leaping in barefoot abandon
Soaring every which way from Sunday
Laughter effortlessly exhaling cool breezes.

Lounging on nature’s lush carpet
Silhouette illumined by carefree serenity 
Lapping up rays and shining them back

Licorice sticks and crackers and brie
Sweet plumpness of kiwi and mango and peach 
Licking ripe juices off contented grin

Long luscious showers in waterfall glory
Swirling delightfully playfully pure
Lingering loving caresses of freshness 

Last blush of daylight’s electrical charge
Sunset yields gracefully generously kind
Lights flicker syntax where space enfolds meaning

Lay here beside me
Savor my dream
Let my enchantment touch yours

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2006

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Wormholes winding wackily in space-time Time twists and turns endlessly in space -time Pulsars pirouetting with perfection in space-time Singularities sitting silently waiting in space-time Nascent nebula nestling together in space-time Galaxies gorgeously gleaming spinning in space-time Asteroids appearing aimless moving in space-time Comets creating chaos as they travel in space-time Divine deity’s design or quantum chance space-time Universe unfurling unabated creating space-time Bejewelled beauty begotten of space-time Only a poet can promise perfection to match that which we dwell in.

Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015

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Time and Again

Love comes in my life 
Time and again 
Makes me cry 
Makes me smile 
Leaves me ecstatic 
Time and again 
Time and again 
Today I have no love 
But O my friend, 
You are by my side 
Time and again 
When I felt alone, 
When I felt devastated 
You have held my hands 
And I have put my head 
On your shoulders 
Time and again 
Oh this feeling  
of having you  
in my life 
is so healing 
Time and again 
Time and again

Copyright © Sandeep Dey | Year Posted 2013

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Tomorrow Yes Tomorrow

Living lying on a lonely bed
Listening loving on the lessons said
"Tomorrow! Yes Tomorrow" will change a man's feelings from sorrow.

Living longing for the future now
Leaving lonely image and mem'ries down
"Tomorrow! Yes tomorrow!" Said a man full of hope from sorrow.

Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015

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Roundhouse Runs

Black squirrels bound skewways
from the house, shadowshifts
falling darkly on 
dusty white autumnal
snow. Paw prints run

makeshift memories soon 
snowed over. Leaping
on tree trunks they wind their
way upward on paths of birch
bark in quick roundhouse runs.

I watch them go from
a seat by the door
and eavesdrop on the
dripping eaves trough. Icicles
hang like stalactites

The heater blows dry
air over my face as
dust rides recirculated
draft flows and floats upward
in a beam of magnetic

light. A thin frosting
of human sloughcells
settles on the windowsill
in a regiment I
attack with the duster

before they regroup and
resettle. Single cells
born of a single self. I 
pace circles on the
fading cream carpet.

Copyright © Anthony Donnelly | Year Posted 2007

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Many Unhappy Returns

It’s a work day
And it’s my Birthday
All the fours
Male menopause
A Grade - A
Gray Day
Life’s not designed
To be kind
Never mind – eh!

Copyright © David Sollis | Year Posted 2013

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Click of the Clock

Running at the right rhythm 
no nonsense needing attention;
Doing a dance though the day 
ferociously fast It's flying!
Built to be a busy bee,  
waking wanting to be working;
Perfectly productive
taking advantage of the time;
Running at the right rhythm  
Coveting each click of the clock

Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2013

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Last time

So ready and close
How could I be second?
Waited for eternity
Just for the chance
You and I join in a special dance
But it hurts to sit and want
Patience wears thin and I wait
You never could understand
How I wait time and time again
There is nothing for me to do here
You're entertained, I'm not
And your annoying voice I can't even hear
You've given up talking at all

Copyright © Maryann Green | Year Posted 2014

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The Unseen Miles

Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
 Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right though,
 A piece of this hate cake in this corrupt dictionary I'm going to have to take a bite though,
 Whether the answer is written in hell yeah or heck no, 
Im going to shoot through your deer less body like a scoped out rifle, 
You just another liar if you say my words aint make your mind shake and awake with a stifle,
 Im shooting sideways, up, down, so much I get high low, 
I could be telling true lies when you see my fake gun ridden smiles, 
I might just shoot self in head because Im getting a little too suicidal, 
Im in need of God because I keep skipping planned revivals, 
Im reading the rhyme master Shakespeare I aint reading the Bible, 
Im playing with word bullets shiny as a burning star struggling for simple survival,
 I want people to tell the truth but cant help but keep telling themselves lies though,
 Hiidden demons in the book of lifes closet dont tell me how it is because I know,
 I too onced played with life like a toy plastic as Tyco, 
Im going to stand out in this world like the tower of Eifel, 
Im going to bring out all my freaking hidden poetic files, 
Im putting word ryhme puzzles together like floor tiles 
Im going to do it now not later gator or after while crocodile, 
I got little time in life left on the sun dial, 
I got but few years or even months left before I face my ultimate trial, 
But first Im going to have some fun into the night sun until I get riled, 
But family comes first I must start to think of my own seed, my very own child, 
I got to stop the ways of living stupid like Im out of hand so wild, 
I must drink from the fountain of life like the Egyptians do from the Nile, 
Pull my own way out this ****ing trash, this bull *****pile, 
I got to stay strong in the mean time because everything in life takes a little while,
 Sometimes I dont give a **** about nobody because it feels as if I have nothing to live for, but now I got a child I would die for
 So now I must keep living because if I die I know I would leave behind a child behind that I would cry for,
 I must walk that road less traveled like a car breaking down on the open road still trying to idle,
 Walking amongst greats is going to be my own personal hypo, 
I will walk strong in the days that I die in my last UNSEEN MILES......

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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does it exist was it natural or created possibly invented or a reaction its everywhere and nowhere it tracks us keeps us organized and aware its our most precious asset for without such precious knowledge as time where is when an what is then or now or soon? my most precious commodity my most valued treasure for this concept i can never get more of i am only set with a certain amount from new born till graveyard i shall make my prized fortune last and make the best use of it

Copyright © Jayce Collazo | Year Posted 2013

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closing the gap

We drew near one another and yet we couldn't be farther apart our youth prevents us from making drastic choices to close the distance but we feel or one another we care and know our partner the distance is to great to far for any interactions and yet it's just land that lay before us waiting for us to make those steps in each others direction for there is no such thing as time it doesn't exist clocks exist we have all the time in the world it will happen someday

Copyright © Jayce Collazo | Year Posted 2013

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One time

They were once together
They asked
They wondered
They laughed
They taught
They loved
She was seed
He was water
She was bulb
He was electricity
The cold day one day decided
To separate them away
A heartless prove they both
Had to take
And in the end
They were never
Each others grace.

Copyright © ricardo perez | Year Posted 2013

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Tongue Twister Time

'Tis a twisted, tawdry tale I tell
about traumatized turkeys in trouble! 
Two tense tribes of turkeys are in a tizzy !!!
'Tis no time to be timid, the time is ticking !!
Tongue-tied and tense, too terrified to talk!
their tail-feathers are twisted, it's torment they've got!

Taunts and threats are taking a toll
Tormented by a tip from a tacky, tattle-tale tipster
They are tagged to be treats and tidbits, tempting tasters
as tasty trophies, topping Thanksgiving tables!

Terrified turkeys are terribly traumatized 
Trembling in terror....tired, and too tuckered out!

Teary Old Tom is taking tranquilizers,
Tipping tequila....and teaspoons of tonic
Trudy, is trying to tame her terrible trepidation !
She's heard tawdry, tasteless, taboo tales of extermination!

The tribe tiptoes timidly, tearfully trembling 
Tongue-tied, trying not to tempt tyrannical terrorists..
Taking tactics, retracing turkey tracks, treading on ice,
teetering on the threshold of time

Targets for termination ???! 
This travesty is titanic, terrible, and too intolerably tragic !!

              !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!           P 
                !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!            L 
                   !!!!!!!!!!!             E 
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                      ^ ^            ^ 
                        O    -   > >
                    xx   xx

For Contest Sponsored by Mystic Rose

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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Fat Freddie was a farmer, his favourite food was beans He’d eat them morning, noon and night - they featured in his dreams His friends were always wary as Freddie produced so much gas Freddie would fart furtively then claim it wasn’t from HIS ass Five friends of his were furious and called Freddie a stupid dork To stop his farting issue they fitted Freddie with a huge cork Fat Freddie’s tum grew larger, he looked like he’d explode But his wind was put to good use... he’d pop the cork whenever it snowed Fat Freddie was employed in winter to help to clear the roads The reward for his work was paid in beans - the road sweeper gave him loads! My Tongue Twister is... Fat farmer Freddie farted furtively in front of five furious friends! Tongue Twister time Contest Sponsored by Mystic Rose 10~31~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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One Among Many part 2

I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better. 
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
 I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
 I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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my problem not yours

Images fade as new ones appear glimpses from my stricken past shoot through my fragile mind and break me down courage and hope is gained my soul begins to come into focus once more then shattered at the slightest thought of previous events. Pain slowly dissipates then courses through my veins once more. when will the morning sun finally end and allow my mind to rest. All my peers see is the painting of myself I have put in front of them for me to hide behind while I find a solution my physical being goes through its daily and regular paces while my mind is in a thousand different places at once every day how to grow how to take those drastic steps into the future and not be pushed back into the past is time truly my only obstacle? Father knows I am impatient Mr. Time why make me suffer anymore abide by his rules I must father time waits, stops, and fast forward's for no one

Copyright © Jayce Collazo | Year Posted 2013

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A tale of two in time

Thus they trust their tale to tell
of two in time, twined and twinned
Travelling this thorny track
But tracing a treasured trail of truth

Though today in tasks and toils to tackle
And trades to take on in throes of tides
Yet also in the tapestry of teeming twists and turns
With thrills and treats, transient and timed

Tomorrow at twilight, to tenderly throw off their troubles
And thankfully take up treasures and trophies
As triumphant tell-tale tunes tickle them to thrills
With Ten thousands times ten thousands 
And thousands and thousands 
At the threshold of timelessness 

Copyright © Olugbenga Hodonu | Year Posted 2015

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By Daylight View (Alliteration)

Spring showering shores
rabbits running round in amusing 
the glitter great glacier
been sparkle spends slightness by branches
wind witnesses willingly be affections
In reflection raised recreation. 

And sense a rat, small the tale it
Running stopped by  the torso as hulking.

Copyright © Ciro Toledo | Year Posted 2007

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Time Passing Burning Daylight

Scattering time that does not get used
Clicking clicking away sounds of shoes
Ticking ticking with the rhythm 
Pencil tapping tapping while thinking
Warm feeling of relief time non existing

The view that never reaches
Far far beyond the moment wasted
Looping Looping a sense that is gone
Eye eying eying the hands that move
Then the outcome of boredom appears

Humming the words of wasted time
Grouping grouping with slow rate
Irate irate nothing done to get done
Now passing passing no understanding why
Delayed work that need done is now done

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015

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The trembling thumb of threatening thunder
Strikes silvery shimmering of silken sludge
And adjoins an arch on alter of an afforest.
It inverts insipid immobility of irrationality.

Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2011

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She girl

She lives with friends.
She meets her loves.
She starts her work.
She sits as a dove.
She runs her life.
She's got all that.
But then she's found
Dead on the track.

Copyright © Marina Beaufort | Year Posted 2012

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Just Moseying Along

Just Moseying Along

 In the fullness
of time
the empty scales
of justice
crave balance:

Waning reconciliation
awaits full emancipation.

As the pale sun fades
frail freedom flashes
upon the horizon:

Liberation continues
to wander.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

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Imagine a time...
 when everything was absolutely right.

When you looked forward to 
 waking up the next day. 

When you actually slept through the night. 
 When you finally felt peace.
 That everything is going to be alright.

When all of a sudden your 
 dreams, your hopes and strength 
 are gone forever.

All you want to do is scream 
 "Please God, tell me it's a dream!" 

When you wake in the morning 
 to realize its reality. 

You try to fight the finality. 
 You need just a little bit of normality.

You try not to think of "Why" 
 all you do is cry. 

You try to be angry with God, 
 but end up angry at yourself.

"Why didn't I just stay home that day?" 
 "Why can't anything ever go my way?"

You crawl out of bed. 
 Decide to give life another whirl. 

You reach out. 
 Some reach back. 
 Some don't even call back. 

Just when you thought you had no more to lose.
 You do. 

These people you thought to be friends just wanted you to use.

So you lay back down just wanting to snooze, thinking why me? 
 Is it how I choose?

You begin to give up. 
 You don't see a reason any longer 
 to even wake up. 

Then all of a sudden you hear 
 the sound of the phone ring or 
 a knock on the door. 

Someone there to tell you not to give up, 
 you're worth so much more. 

You begin to cry while this other person 
 is wondering why. 

You try to say 
 "Thank you for being my friend today, 
 if it weren't for you I would've given up
 and died."

You now know the answer of "Why".

It's to remind you 
 to never give up 
 and to always try. 

Now when I cry I know and don't ask why.

I get out of bed and again I try.

Copyright © ANDREW KELLY | Year Posted 2016

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No Title

My bed is anxious,waiting for my snores Today's going to bed, tomorrow's a few steps ahead I wonder why I took "the" pen I feel like putting them down What? My thoughts What am I inking? Nothing! Exactly! Just wanna scratch my itchy paper with my juicy ink Singers? Go sing... Comedians? Go do comedy... Others? What's your "itchy paper?" Have you applied your "ink?" Be good at what you do Love what you do Practice... Go scratch it!

Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011

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Doesn't love know that i'm dying inside

Much time has passed since I last inked a page,
unlinked the chain caging my blemished heart
bleeding sorrow art upon this stage of limbo still
I clutch the air to feel, yet I feel ill of love
as she eludes the days beyond my tears that fall.
Behind this door disguised not one person knows
the decay that flows through my withering soul
as a broken hull would tardily sink a vast ship
waters of solitary time drain my veins of love,
her pain raw… 
with each rise of sun she conquers me more.
This deafening voice has silenced me with doubt
as violent bouts of crazed loneliness creep,
plundering into my life it seeps through my lips
and spits out swallowed words of stars and moons
beyond the cloud and the sun that swoon the day
I lay alone...
my heart shivering between lungs that breathe life
like a cold knife pressed against my shriveling skin.
Doesn't love know that I am dying inside,
that I hide defeat with fake acts that keep me away
from pity and pray in a faith I practice none
yet I am the one brought down to my knees 
curled as a fetus praying through tears
that wash my face with bitter taste…
I’m dying for love to find my soul,
find that place where two become whole.

Copyright © Dominique Baptie | Year Posted 2011

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bound beautifully in blossoms bossom
bend backwards in in time 
the blissful nature nutures the negative
turning on the glow positive energy endeavoring everyone
and goodhearted gladness gathering goodness from within
the kiss planted on your heart heals all hurts
the blessed kiss from an angel
angles the blessing to heal all from within
the time to spread such joy is everyday of the year
the hope abound from a common cause
causes all good cheer from year to year

caressed carefully in caual curiosity
the candles glow brightens away the shadows
the goodness in us all shines thoroughly thru
the bliss of life is overwhelming
and leaves us giddy with hope eternal
and brings spring early into our lives
to liven up the spirits the have darkened over the years
our days shall always have a halo of hope
we just need a little bliss to illuminate it

Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2009

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fate and time

Senses heightened, the world around me clear, warmth wrapped around my body, the cool air runs over my face. time has told me many things, it has taught me how, why, who and when. while fate has led me to these events not knowing what will become of it. it must've been necessary for my growth. yes you have hit a rut in your life yes you’ve turned to the jagged edge for release. but no more the world is vast and wonderous and yours for the taking. wait i say that’s the cure, patience. new adventures await let fate and time be your mentors.

Copyright © Jayce Collazo | Year Posted 2013