Best Living On Borrowed Time Poems
The last leaf
Clinging to hopes of times past
Summers warm breezes
Humid days and cool nights
Summer time recollections
Rain or shine
The last leaf
Living on borrowed time
The tree is barren
The autumn wars have ended
The winds of winter have won the battle
All the leaves have fallen
Dead to the ground
Except for one soul left
Standing guard alone and proud
Sadness haunts his lonely soul
This leaf has no where else to go
He knows destiny is in the ground
He valiantly holds to branches bare
Clinging on to his despair
Living on borrowed time
White winds of winters death
Slowly slaughter all that’s left
The lonely leaf can cling no more
Falling so softly along a rivers shore
Where a single white rose splendidly sits
Knowing soon its grave will be
A winter’s snow drift
The leaf falls upon the rose
Entwined in natures dance of death
They each shall kiss each others skin
They hold hands bracing for winters winds
They die together, both in irony
So old and alone, they died in harmony
My name is Miriam, the prophetess
I have spent my whole lifetime in slavery
Moses my brother was saved from the river
and grew up in the palace of Pharaoh the king.
But now I see that God was preparing him
to set the slaves of Israel free
today the Lord has thrown the foe’s horses and riders into the sea.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days
My name is Mephibosheth,
I live in the palace of royalty;
every meal I eat is a banquet, and every day I say ‘how can this be?’
I bring nothing to the table but crutches
and a sinful and bloody family line,
my father’s father tried to kill the anointed one,
and I’m living on borrowed time.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days
My name is Mary Magdalene,
I confess I have walked down the sinners’ path
I have known the curse of man’s judgment
and I have known the fear of God’s wrath.
Until I met this Jesus the Nazarene
only he could see past my sin
he showed me he was the way to forgiveness
he purified me from within.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days.
Flying on forever
I’m flying on the edge forever,
Searching for a brighter future.
I can see the picture of an angel inside my mind
And now I have to find a way to meet her.
Burning out, fading away; love must come to save the day.
Shooting stars only crash into their own grave.
I will build her a house we can live in and age;
If only I could take her to it, then maybe things would change.
Some of us lie, some of us fly;
Some of us are living on borrowed time.
The future is not certain to be there when we arrive,
But the past is firmly in the past where it belongs,
So please just let me get on with my life.
We are in search of a forever love, forever more!
Fallen love angels who scorn are left behind;
Forever alone in fields of thorns, left alone to mourn.
There is a dust storm up ahead, so I must look my best,
Because when I do finally meet her, my love I will confess.
Eventually she will see me appearing through the mist;
I cannot allow this chance of true happiness to be missed.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
You know I hate to love you baby
You're only playin with my heart.
So many dreams you've shattered
So many lives you've torn apart.
If only I could walk away
If my heart could just forget
If the tangled web of love you've spun
Didn't pose such a threat.
Then I could love to love you baby
My heart it could take wings.
I could fall into this love affair
One that had no strings.
But in your hands, my heart a weapon
To be tortured and teased.
My dreams, the ones you've shattered
To be tossed out as you please.
You know I hate to love you baby
Because this heart of mine
Is fragile and it's tender and it's
Living on borrowed time.
Many will claim to be your friend .
Speak greatly about when your around.
Tell your the best just to get what they need.
And you in return will will become a shadow of who you once were.
Becuse you want to belive.
Your not blind yet you choose to stay in the dark.
Taking false thoughts over harsh realitys.
Changing into them.
Speaking there lingo telling there lies.
A free drink in a empty bar.
were clowns all surround you there goofy chatter
means nothing.
they feast apon truth and free will.
There attention is that of a misquote
Drinking from some half drunk fool who only
spots the pest untill he filled wih blood.
And to heavy to rd to fly away.
But when amoungest piranah your only
Living on borrowed time.
According to Doctor Google, I am actually dying.
With the symptoms I have, surely it can't be lying.
I'm living on borrowed time, I really should be dead.
My head is so dense, I look like Mr Potato head.
Rechecking my symptoms as I stare at the computer screen.
A common cold I have, now that's not so mean.
I've blown my nose so much, now it's red and raw.
My throat feels the same and coughing makes it sore.
I want to lie down but my nose is too stuffy.
I triple up the pillows but they don't feel soft and fluffy.
So much green, slimy mucas dripping down my throat.
In a Medieval castle I think I could fill the moat.
My face is drawn and haggard with mouth open wide.
Such an effort to breathe, this cold I cannot abide.
The whole body aches, I sluggishly move about the room.
Succombing to the symptoms, resigned to impending doom.
It's only a cold I have, It shouldn't be that big a deal.
Yes it is! No one on earth could imagine the way I feel.
I know you've all had a cold before, but not as bad as mine.
Don't anybody tell me that in a couple of days I will be fine.
Trying to go to bed. close my eyes and go to sleep.
If only I could! without my nose constantly on the leak.
Maybe I'll just stay in my chair and write another ditty.
But I'd rather think about myself, happily wallow in self pity.
note: St. Jude is the patron saint of hopeless causes
Didja ever feel like a summer snowman?
Out of luck, living on borrowed time,
constructed from leftovers sentimentally
stored, given birth because Mom decided
to clean out the freezer.
And so, into existence, doomed from the start;
a pointless life lived for the amusement
of others, spent wearing black after Memorial Day
and wool in July, mouthing prayers to St Jude even
as the good saint's boss overrules and the
sun moves into position overhead.
Got the news today, from the doctor, my love
It's much worse than you or I could ever dream of
Never thought that I could be leaving, you, so soon
It's too hard to take, looks like we are doomed.
I really would love to be with you,
but I can't stay.
I guess you'll be fine,
without me anyway.
I know it's hard for you to understand,
why things happen this way,
wasn't part of our plan.
But you'll carry on, and be strong,
because...you have to be,
It doesn't really matter any more,
if you still love me...because, I'm
living on borrowed time, you see,
Not much time left for you and me.
So let's enjoy ourselves together
right to the end, cause
Dying is so much better,
having your best friend.
John Derek Hamilton November 1,2015
I arrived at my dad's flat
to be greeted by my auntie
who was in a state of shock
she had found my dad
sitting on his bed staring into space
she had tried to engage my dad in conversation
but he was totally unresponsive
the back story briefly:
my dad had lung, skin and prostrate cancer
and he was now living on borrowed time
although he had looked brighter
before he was discharged
today my dad resembled a ghost
I managed to get my dad in his wheelchair
and take him to the bathroom
where he fell unconscious
I slapped my dad's face
I didn't want to
but I had to
he came back to me
the relief was like a volcano exploding
I checked on my auntie
who was still visibly shaking
she was 95 and my favourite auntie
seeing her shaking and crying
made my feel so useless
dad's Macmillan Nurse arrived
and assessed the situation
she rang for the ambulance
I knew the answer already
but I still asked her if this was it
she didn't need to say a word
there was a knock at the door
and in came the paramedics
after carrying out their checks
we headed off to Whiston Hospital
in the back of the ambulance
I held my dad's hand and looked into his eyes
I told him it was almost time to return Home
I encouraged him to embrace the Light
and not to be afraid
I told him his father was there waiting for him
I told my dad I loved him
it was our final conversation.
Find The Cost Of Freedom
we are living on borrowed time
can you hear the path calling from Armegeddon's side
look to the native Indian my friend
hard pressed to ever notice the silence
day light again I think about many years ago how are fathers braved
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
when everyone's talking and no one is listening how can we decide
look at the buffalo wallow in its herd
the soldier of fortune on his brigade of retreat
we can hear the freedoms cry through the sway of nature
all of us can do are part when we dig deep enough
search for it as you go on with your daily bread
remove all obstacles that oppose your mission
are marching oders are for togetherness
look as the eagle soaring ever higher above the mountain
tempered in fire with blown up full desire
listen to the love songs playing in the back ground
the windows are illuminating upon are reflection
find the cost of freedom along life's journey
look after widows and orphans in their affliction
snap shot memories of are past
having so much fun with a hope that it would last
feelings of love peaks through the corridor alone in the silence of my room
for this is what are ancestors sought as they wrestled within the land...
Hopefully someday all will understand ?
I am one of Many
Who share this human shell.
No one can understand
How different
We all are.
I am A Host
To a cast of many characters
Fighting for their time-
For the freedom
To live their lives.
I am one of Many
Who knows how precious
Every moment of time
We get to live
Is a gift.
I am a Host
To twelve Altar Personalities
Living on borrowed time
To what I once called
My life.
I am One of Many
Seeking acceptance and understanding,
Dreaming of living my life
Without having to share
This shell of a body.
I am only one of Many…
How many of us
Can you love?
© Amada Gonzalez
Your sands sieve through my fingers
The luxury is mine
You watch me around the clock
A perfect circle
Your all seeing eye.
I exist in your omnipresence
Hypnotised by your chime
You pave my thoughts
I trail your steps.
Suspended in time
I’m but a paratrooper
Eavesdropping,
Perhaps intruding even
Every molecule in me is your synchronisation
I was born, I live, and surely I shall die,
An you will keep going to face another day
Uninterrupted movements
An unconstrained flow, forwards, upwards
Towards where?
I pray you never get there!
Because who would be powerful enough to stop your watch?
I would split the seconds if I could
Until I arrive at an infinitesimal, unquantifiable figure
Until the smallest amount, the least of them all stood
Would that be you?
How do you catch something that never stops moving?
Something that comes from all directions,
And goes in all directions?
It exists in the present, the past and forever
And has no starting point and no end.
I’m just trying to understand what has been given to me
My presence
A gift is it?
It is said we’re living on borrowed time
Why not just be generous and give it away
When there's so much of it seemingly with no end?
You are just too magnanimous
Too illusive
But I’m still not satisfied, I know there’s more to you
The fast-forward, the rewind, the pause!
You’re just playing tricks on us aren't you?
How do you stay fresh, moment to moment anew?
Man personified you into a clock to give you a face
To make you seem a bit more familiar,
But you are horror, a ticking time bomb
Attacking the future
Encouraging change through decay
Forging ahead of yesterday without delay
Charging forward to tomorrow,
Breaking the now
Bridging numerous dimensions into infinity
To wash us anew with your fabric
My existence hanging on this timeline
My time zone
Winding down to the deadline
To the cut-off time
The countdown without a glitch
And face the countless forevers still to come
An infinite memory bank of rich histories
A threshold of possibilities still unimagined
This is my time,
My first and last
But you didn’t even flinch
Punctual, you are
I’m timed out
You flip the hourglass
I hear my name being called in the night
Stephan, Stephan, Stephan
I wake in a sweat, knowing I belong here
Dead bodies trample upon me
As I begin to lose my mind
I hear my name being called
Stephan, Stephan
The ravens are here
To devour me whole
The bloody feast of holy knights
This insanity embraces me
Taking me away in clouds
Phantoms have pierced my eyes
The tears are bloody droplets upon my weary bones
As the stake is driven threw my heart
I am the poison hiding in the dark
A mask upon my face hides not my evil fate
Angels in virgin white, playing harpsichord
Looking down upon the beasts of burden
Knowing they too shall prey upon my soul
My mind has escaped this tormented earth
I am broken, and living on borrowed time
Love was the illusion of my youth
As the voices said overhead
Stephan Stephan Stephan
You can run from your mind
It will always capture your fear
Welcome to my nightmare
Forbidden dreams
Notes: Based on some songs written by a classically trained musician
Many people believe that we are living on borrowed time
And we really should not be alive today according to the mayam
But this is the result of listening to those with so called physic powers
For God said in the end no man knows the day nor the hour
Yet we treat everyday like there will always be a tomorrow
Continuing our live with no regrets or sorrows…
Norstudumus had a theory that would bring panic across the nation
But the real truth is only revealed in the book of revelation
Man had always had speculations since time first began
But God created all things and only he knows when things will end
this is really just some of my beliefs more than anything else. i hope you find it as an
inspirational tool and that it helps you if you are going through any personal conflicts or you
are enduring any hardships. thanks for reading. i love you
Life can be so easy to live without any passion.
There are so many things that can drag us down like anchors sinking a ship, but we must
persevere through all the waves that overtake us.
We as individuals must realize that we can't allow negative aspects of our lives to stop us
from being happy.
I understand that going through rough patches in our lives can be devastating but we have
to realize that we are special.
No matter what happens today, tomorrow will come and time is our shortest and most
valuable asset.
So, we can't allow ourselves to sink.
We have to push through everything and remove the blinders from our eyes and see that
we're all here for some kind of purpose.
Don't be afraid of failure, follow the rhythm of your heart and listen to it and strive to be the
best person that you can be.
Don't listen to the negativity of the world that will try to pull you down to their level.
Be yourself and no one else.
Follow your heart and live your life to the fullest and live every day like its your best.
Everything happens for a reason.
Life is a constant and ongoing journey and we will hit bumps and intersections along the way,
but we can't stop moving.
We've gotta keep pursuing our purpose in life and value our time like nothing else.
Value the time that you spend with your friends and family and other people that are close to
you because we are all living on borrowed time.
Dream big and don't be afraid to chase your dreams.
You can do anything that you set your mind and heart to and don't let anyone tell you
differently.
Live life.
Love with all your heart.
Stay strong.
Be yourself.