Best Lost Track Of Time Poems
why would we doubt
the existence of immortality
will love be eternal ?
perhaps we lost track of time
immersed in selfish ambition
hypnotized in beauty
floated above the charm
try to ask the mirror
who always tell the truth
do we have
remained the same?
will get forehead wrinkles
eyebrows and eyelashes will change its colors
mirror said
“there is one point
unchanged
a mole ...
yes, a mole
Likely to grow
bigger
but never shrink or lost
it remained immortal”
how wonderful
if love
as eternal as a mole
try to ask the universe
what is immortal thing in the world
Nature doesn’t has a mirror
nature says
all was measured by the reflection science
what was seen in the reflection of the water
different from the original
what was appeared on the shadow
different from the original
nature says
“there is one point
unchanged
a mole ...
yes, a mole
reflected by any object
remains the same
a mole
remains timeless
if love
as eternal as a mole
~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~
18 April 2013
30 January 2021
The prodigy has turned prodigal
Making silver spoons out of gold medals
While the hearsay deepens about clandestine meetings
I fix myself a plate of pity party, for I know nobody
I don’t even know myself
The prodigy is now pedestrian
Crossing roads without a care
And I lost track of time ages ago
In blue screens and daydreams
So I fix myself a plate of pity party, for there’s nothing else to do
Especially now that the world is broken
And I can’t find the version of myself I lost in the chaos of trying to find myself
Once told you I wanted you, Look at us now. Feel that I need you. I’m not quite sure how. Let you in and I don’t want you to leave. Is this something you can believe.
I’m losing myself in your expression, not letting you go now that’s my confession.
Your right in front of me and my body is still. Counting my blessings, can this be real? Felt your lips touching mine, Still cant get this out of my mind.
Caught up in each other we’ve lost track of time, With each moment that passes I realize your mine.
If this is a dream I beg you not to wake me, If its meant to be we’ll feel it inside. Cant control my feelings I’m all over the place. My hands feel so empty not holding your face. Don’t want this to end, I Cant let this end.
Don’t mind me while my eyes ponder you, I would stop but none of me wants to. Starting to leave now, cant seem to go. Feeling you want me, its starting to show. Pulling me closer, I’m losing my breath. Losing my breath again.
If this is a dream I beg you not to wake me, If its meant to be we’ll feel it inside. Cant control my feelings I’m all over the place. My hands feel so empty not holding your face. Your all that I've wanted, all that I've needed. How did it begin, I know this wont end.
Was it yesterday , when I lost track of time
Was it last night when I saw you
that these lips yearned once again
for wafting spice from heated wine .
Was it last night when you got too close
Was it that your smile ?
Somehow it shone brighter
warmer , even lighter - in my lonely night .
Yesterday, I saw you , as I closed my eyes
I saw you with my whole heart
and not with rambling thoughts , cobwebbing my mind.
Awestrucked by your passion play
never thought you'd make me feel this way
Was this love at first sight. ?
I swear I heard a whisper, a hush - hushed gentle whisper
I felt it blowing softly , deep inside .
Is this imagination , tender infatuation
Is this a virgin instinct I can't hide.
Was it yesterday , when I lost track of time
No , yesterday is gone , the chapter should be thorn
I'll continue sailing , steering the wheel , alone.
Pure Fiction : )
Inspired by Shadow Hamilton 's contest ( not for the contest )
My old home town, 12 years old and playing in the hay
preparing feed as I waited for sunrise, that fateful day
The suns warm rays broke the dark crispness of my world
Just as if windblown leafs, the rays of light began to whorl
It nudged life, to wake from sleep, on this November day
Then painted my world in colors, instead of moonlit gray
Thankful to see the sun, tend animals, I didn’t disobey
I cleaned up, caught the bus, to learn at school this day
A simple, wonderful life, in a world that's about to change
As we listened, we learned our ideas aren't so strange
My teacher's and classes are great but, I must confess
we'd see movies, even watch TV, but not to an excess
After lunch I had history, maybe he had a movie to see
But, in class he looked sad as I heard the intercom key
"Our President has been shot, teachers turn on your TV"
As we watched tears flowed, it wasn't a movie we'd see
Learning of fear, uncertainty, hope and prayer I bereave
That life is like a roller coaster, on this day, as we grieve
My world and life changed this day, seeing life so brutal
Was it pointless to live free, an effort seemingly so futile?
I struggled with this many years, then in 1969, I choose
It's better to die free, than live in fear of what you oppose
A fragment of my life.
Started writing this for Broken Wings contest
but, I lost track of time
Bob and Hannah went to fish in Wassamassaw Bay.
They told their mom they would return for church so they could pray.
But both of them lost track of time, returning way past noon.
The sun was down and it was dark and there was a full moon.
“What do you have to say to me, for it is very late.
The moon is up, the sun is down, your meals are on your plates.
You haven’t done your chores and now it’s almost time for bed.
The dog is barking angrily for he wants to be fed.”
“We are so very sorry but we did lose track of time.
There was commotion on the Bay although there was no crime.
And when we tried to leave for home the officer said, ‘No.’
He said we’d have to stay a while and that we could not go.”
“He said he had some questions so we would have to stay.
We told him that we had to go to church so we could pray.
The officer said we could go after we told the tale.
Of how in Wassamassaw Bay, we caught a big white whale!”
By Samia Arroyo for David Williams' Palindrome mad contest.
Bob
Hannah
Wassamassaw
mom
noon
Lies told to deceive your soul
let dying dreams drown in tears.
And you fall into a hole;
that deepens over the years.
Squandering away your youth;
you somehow lost track of time.
And realizing the truth
hastens anxiety's climb.
Lured by flattery's sweet sway;
you cling to dreams to survive.
And secret your hurt away,
hoping to keep love alive.
Denial won't let you see
past his lies the way you should.
And fuels the fantasy;
he is just misunderstood.
Seeking solace in the dark,
hope dims, flashes of real.
And although tears leave their mark,
a smile masks the pain you feel.
Gluggamous-fluggamous
Grandfather Thaddeus
went to the grocery store
bought him a lime
Home with tequila and
salt coated shot glass he
unceremonious
lost track of time.
Spitimy-bitimy
Grandma Penelope
done with her work early
home she did race.
One glance at Grandfather
mega-monstrosity
Grandma retreated to
Clyde's warm embrace
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inspired by John Wulf's McWhirtle
Drifting Thoughts
Today I fed a duck.
He dined alone,
gluten free diet,
no bread for him.
Watched a squirrel
bury an acorn
only to have it stolen
by a stalker from
another tree.
At the pond
the Osprey
caught more fish than I did.
Offered my SPF 50 lotion
to the sunbathing turtles.
Laughed out loud
alone, kayak drifting,
on the whims of
rippling winds.
Got stuck in traffic
amid the impatient honking
of the Geese.
Quietly applauded
the artistic posing
of the Swans.
Played the shape game
with passing clouds.
Lost track of time
and time
lost track of me.
John G. Lawless
8/8/2016
The madman chalked red X’s
on the sidewalks of the houses
if he suspected
or had evidence
that people there
were unkind to each other,
or their dogs.
When he was a young man,
he studied hobo signs
chalked on railroad cars, mailboxes, fences,
buildings in barn yards,
in towns he probed.
Signs that said “doubtful”, “mean dog”,
“be ready to defend yourself”,
“dirty jail”, or “nothing doing here”
sent him away
or might draw him closer
to investigate.
He was a harvest hobo,
following the crops in the West.
Once beaten senseless, and left to die in a Fresno alley.
They laughed when they punched and kicked him,
stealing his knapsack and his kit.
The beating injured his brain.
He was never the same.
He lost all inhibitions and good judgment.
He couldn’t remember what rows to pick
when he picked grapes in Visalia
and oranges in Porterville.
He lost track of time, and had to write everything down.
He made little sketches so he could find his way
back to his box under the railroad bridge.
At night, he played his harmonica
until he dropped into dreams of his days as a boy
or his job with the city.
He dreamt of the beautiful woman that gave him
a whole pie when he begged for food at her door.
He dreamt of the old, black man that looked into his eyes for a long time before tears
came.
The old man saw himself in his eyes.
He saw a man with even less than himself,
and it was more than he could endure.
The hobo impressed the dirt path
in front of the man’s simple cottage
with a new mark – a mark never seen before.
It was an austere eye,
a large tear in both corners,
made with polished pebbles
and shells he carried in his pack.
I feel as if I could eat myself alive
I’ve already managed to bury myself alive, only on the inside
I’ve been stuck in this dark place all by myself for what seems like forever
Maybe it has been forever, I’ve lost track of time ever since you left
I sit and stare out of the window
Hoping that maybe, just maybe you’ll come back for my breathing corpse
And I don’t know which is worse.
The truth of the reality that I know you won’t come back
Or the fact that I’m still hung up on you...
Just as his marbles ran beneath bed, he lost track of time, when he
Advanced to find them; but spied shoe box with Grandma's grands
Her hands had labelled names to each stash; he claimed his stock and went to shop
Money was plentiful; grams good business sense in Harlem procured pure wealth
And Jahmal soon had friends galore; he would pay for early withdrawal of inheritance
Love was not around when uncle was summoned, he drove the boy to remote spot.
Black was not beautiful that day. Uncle and his friend were brutal boxers, then
Right amidst summer crowd, he was let out to run home cupping nakedness in shame
If welts and bruised psyche gave remorse to Grandma, boarding school was gift
Gone was innocence touched by pain as he flexed, stood to blame and shame
Hung his head in humility, then hang on to life and what was left of scarred self
To know him is to love him... now he's sensitive Social Worker.
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“What was I thinking? I lost track of time.”
Running to the seaside home before the clock is nine
The water cooling from the heat of summer
Her feet are numb from the cool temperatures that plunder
Across the waters, towards the house she glides
Beating the forceful midmorning tides
Ah but, she’s an apparition lingering in my time
The curtain that draws memories closed is a fine-line
Will she be noticed past my prime?
She waved! She said goodbye, then blew a kiss!
Looking at the beach, in memories, I will reminisce.
Who was she? What was her story?
Oh, perhaps it was for love, aw perhaps for my glory.
I will never know, perhaps, she knows already?
And then I opened that door
Oh how sweet was the sight that came to my eyes
My feet, my lungs, my whole body felt so sore
My house, my room, my couch, why it all seemed to be paradise!
Yes, see you, I have done a big blunder
I came out of it, thankfully
All I ever wanted to do was to be a cool journeyer
One who enjoyed long walks in the country
That day, I woke up at five, left home at six
Walked to the hills with the help of sticks
Watched the sunrise
Being, by such beauty, all mesmerized!
I sat up on the hill
I sat up and let my heart be still
I closed my eyes, and smiled
Why, thought I, life's miseries are sometimes worthwhile!
I chose to sit for a while
The scene unveiled itself to me in great style
How beautiful seemed to be grass wet with dew
Why, now, though still young, I did feel like I have lived through!
I lost track of time, I sat there for I don't know how long
At last, I did choose to get back home
That was when the rain started pelting; I knew I had to keep strong
I knew I had to, if I wanted to get back home, where it's safe and warm!
I climbed down the hill in haste, hoping lightning would not strike my body
I slipped, fell in the mud, got back up on my feet and tried to be steady
I walked on, I was drenched, I could not see my way
I really thought, my soul, on the hill on that day, would stay!
I walked on, with the sound of thunder roaring over my head
I prayed to be kept alive, in such a way, I did not want to be dead
I knew not when I reached some road
Some road with an unknown destination as its lead!
I looked left and right
Knowing not which way would lead me home safe
I was all moved with fright
For the worst did I brace
That was when a weird looking truck came towards me
The driver saw me and stopped, feeling for me, some pity
I'm lost, I said, can you help me reach home
Sure, he said, sure, get in I'll get you home!
All the way, he talked, he laughed, he joked
Still I was in fright
When I saw my neighborhood at last, from my daze I woke
Thanked the man heartily and rushed to my home with, in my heart, a jolt!
And when I opened that door
Oh you know not how it left me, all that was sore
I survived the worst of what I chose to do
Now, I did learn that it is not good at all, to overdo!
18 June 2015
Shadow Play Adult
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Just two shadows on the wall,
I watch as we rise and fall
each movement so divine
we have lost track of time.
Like puppets playing on a string,
we fool around, dance, and sing
two shadows playing past sunset
and still, we have no regret.
Two pair of lips embrace,
we must have a little taste
two bodies meshing into one
forever having playful fun.
We are in abstract poses,
twisting like wild roses
you fill my inner being
my breath has left me fleeting.
I gasp as the shadows fall,
slipping..sliding down the wall
layed adjacent to the floor
the sun rises, and shadows..we are no more.
8/16/14- Jessica Thompson