Best Hourglasses Poems

Moonlit ride, darling Jasmine at his side
Strode the carpet ride, the night was young
Devil was in the details though, as they glide
Across the desert, time...

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Sheer lucid waves caress this oyster beach,
an aqua drowse viewed through a saffron lend,
and siren rip tides coax into a breach
as lambent grains of sand...

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Tracking time has changed throughout the years
Improving how hours, minutes, seconds appear 
Sundials, hourglasses, pendulums and more
Wall, wrist, mantle, waterproof - clocks galore

There is a...

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That which is neutral,
no big deal,
normal,
not noticed,
enjoys an intimate mirror effect,
behaves and misbehaves
with the logic of eternity.

Time steers virally clockwise,
eastern dawn toward west's setting sun,
birth...

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The desire for you has lasted a thousand years

The sadness of loss has brought many tears

The love in our hearts has lasted forever and a...

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I thought that I could resist you
Until you fell down at my feet
Seeing those hungry wanting eyes
I prayed, my soul you would not eat

Now the...

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When we fight in silence, like titans abound by egos
An eager poet overcome by words.
A beautiful model delicate as raindrops
When the silence in the room...

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I can't seem to hear the dial on this broken telephone, 
staring back at the brick walls in this greco home, 
The tone becomes ominous...

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Memories
 become sand full of hourglasses. 
One thousand snowflakes are one thousand dead cats in the Hudson River.
 Memories hurt. 
They are Michael Schofield broken...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a...

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An explosion of hair in her face is disclosing
the beauty of the eyes veiled beholding
a dream unfolding where the poor are gold and
war is at...

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a voice
has the choice to speak
into the pockets of wind which are parcel carriers
connecting the truth with whispers
heard on a deafening level 
only overshadowed by...

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Stuck in a loop,
Staring into space,
Time and time again,
Making the same mistakes...

Soaring one moment,
Crashing the next;
From long conversations
To unanswered texts;

Hourglasses and pendulums,
Keepers of time,
Are stopped...

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I’ve been chasing shadows for so long, I know not what else to do
I’m left wondering what went wrong, was it lies, was it true?
Looking...

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