Best Marking Time Poems

daylight hours 
Ozzie and Ben at the picnic table
milkweeds dance across the board
chess match underway all day, every day

many stories shared, some repeated; neither cared  
till knights and pawns cast long shadows
eyes straining, elders would bid farewell
violet sunsets escorted them home

one brisk morning, Ben...

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The sky slid across a thinly iced sun
As clouds collided amid piled up heaps
Painting noses pink, where powdered breath spun
Webs of frost surrounding when minutes creep
On skittish feet, wary of time’s upkeep
When their passion’s reckless young Romeos
Discard stoic gray for flashy road shows
What impatient eyes...

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A missing front tooth
Nightlight glowing soft
Height marks on the wall
Training wheels old news
Car keys in the drawer

Butterfly kiss
Mama bear hug
A runny nose
Love for my son

Brushing teeth
Bedtime tales
Shutting doors

Baked bread
Beer breath
 
Tears
...

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i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, 2008....my sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.



i have...

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Whisper in my ear
the beauty of your
soul,
Long been longing to
hear your musical
thoughts.

The tone of your
body bewitched me
completely,
The flow of your
energy driving me
crazy.

Come to me at any
time of the day,
Crossing million
miles,
only to feel the
pleasure again.

Unlock the door with
the key of flame,
And rest assured,
It will be worth...

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Time is of the essence,
We’ve been told since prepubescence,
So we shouldn’t waste a minute or we’re fools.
Planning keeps things flowing
So no matter where we’re going,
We’ll accomplish so much more within these rules.

Seconds turn to hours
But if we don’t smell the flowers,
We’ll miss out on all...

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Twilight found me
standing at my window.
Waiting for something new.
The same question in my head.
What is my destiny?
Am I never to be allowed to  breath
the sweet scent of Loves flower?
Am I to forever live with the scar 
of my one youthful wrong deed.
I  can...

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Is your humanity held captive
  by your intelligence

Does your soul remain imprisoned
  for a self-inflicted crime

Are the wishes you made, abandoned, 
   prisoners of the wind

Is the cell locked deep within you
    —on whose walls you mark the...

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It always used to be
that I looked forward
to the coming years...
and alll it seems like I am doing now
is marking time...
marking time...

As the clock marches on
to the beat of its own drum
and my heart now seems to be
strangely out of beat
and it seems that I'm...

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