About Time Poems - Poems about About Time

Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place, cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces. Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture. They crowned me in shame, but within a queen still rises. They buried me in a fire of hell, But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell. I am the silence of the crown, gone through ups and downs stumbled in...

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time slips and slithers right through my brisk days and nights~ like sands in hourglass (-----------------------------------------) (-----------------------------------------) \ OO- time slips and slithers- OO / ...

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s t r a y leaves rest upon aged train tracks of yesteryear~ l o s t to time's...

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Turn the page, my love By Michelle Morris 26/07/2025 Turn the page, my love Turn the page It's time to change your story It's time for a new space You can pick the main theme You can choose the main characters You hold the power in your hands You hold the magic in your soul You were not meant to...

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anticipated Albany albatrosses buried bumpy bugs beyond the bay creepy curious cats dug them up dinner for dogs they said in disgust even the dogs turned up their snouts at the bugs frenzied finicky felines are crazy they barked giant crows arrived and devoured the gruesome bugs helping themselves to six or eight at a time I am glad these raptors showed up...

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On Monday Jay was rather gay merry I mean not the other way on his algebra he got an A boasted a bit in way of a bray what about Tuesday was it a good day? Yes, because it’s the day he gets his pay this was stated by his girlfriend Fay She is older than most, her hair is gray Wednesday was...

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Monkeys - start on your typewriters now. I need you to work fast - and how. There is nothing more pressing than a contest deadline - no time for a banana....

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You were always so good At hiding yourself in the dark I tried and I tried To throw you out Of the furthest recesses of my mind And somehow you are still there Embedded in the deepest crevices of my brain Where I couldn't see you Lurking there in the blackness For thirty years Waiting ... for one of those days When I'm down and...

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The manner of this speech gives...

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Staying up late, humming to frank ocean Seigfried while imagine the city's lights Sitting on the edge underneath a river Admitting i'm not brave Thanks frank, I have to confront Thanks frank, all said is done what do you recommend I do? Sit outside and forget my pride? I am a fool, but going to keep my cool One day I will...

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Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping. She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking. They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen; And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen. Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon. Life...

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we thought we were ready till the unexpected fell upon us such high expectations for fun and adventure plans for get-aways excursions and discoveries the days and weeks go by another summer slips away...

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Downwind of the Halal Cart my stomach starts to growl Foreign smells have filled the air my appetite to prowl Those places I have yet to go but memory knows so well Another life another time where Heaven — sleeps with Hell (The Corner Of 34th & Market Streets: July, 2025) ...

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For what charge is this you lay at my feet? For what misdemeanour or untruth did I afore commit? Did I steal, did I lie and some innocence fall in my stead? Did I indeed do much worse and is someone known to me now stone dead? There is nothing between the daylight and the dark. No grey space...

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If brevity is the soul of wit levity the key to longevity be the humour in it and tho' we may be one link in the chain but a blink in the big picture the grand scheme of time here today and gone tomorrow on the brink I like to think (whenever I can) as the world's revolving I am a wink in the never-ending ever-unfolding evolving of...

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