Best Out Of Time Poems
Stepping out of time
I tried to make you jealous
As it slowly broke my heart
Every time the music played
it tore my soul apart
As I walked in the room
I put on my biggest smile
The love songs I wished were ours
played on the DJ,s dial
The music had a sultry beat
the night had a subtle glow
Strong hands held me oh so close
Yet it was you're love I wished to know
All the time I danced with him
You coulda tapped his shoulder
I tried so hard to make you jealous
in hopes it would make you bolder
But step by step you walked away
with each step it broke my heart
every beat that the music played
slowly ripped my soul apart
He expressed words I wished were yours
beautiful words whispered in my ear
Yet as we circled round the room
it was only you I wanted near
My thoughts of you they lingered
with each song I slowly died
I longed for your familiar hands
if only you had tried
I wanted to make you jealous
Step by step you walked away
my strategy it backfired
I wish I could reclaim yesterday!
Chuck Melugin wrote a piece titled "One Song at a Time" that I quite enjoyed. I thought what if like most men we don't have a clue what is going through a woman's mind. So I wrote this piece from the woman's perspective. Ladies, I hope I have done okay here. Chuck I hope I have not been to bold by expanding on your amazing write.
Planning your demise is like
tip-toeing on a tight rope
realising there's no net
challenging a
speeding car and
daring it to stop
mortgaging your manhood
amassing liabilities with no program of repayment
leaping to the wrong conclusions
leaning toward self-delusions
indulging in the same old
self-defeating speculations
endorsing self-destruction
till you're finally out of time!
Will destiny allow
This poet’s wrinkled brow
To write a poem now
That brings a great big WOW?
I scarcely think it will.
For wrinkled brows can kill
And leave a fruitless chill.
Then where would be the thrill?
I’d rather think that love
That’s sanctioned from above
Will bring the needed shove
Toward what I’m dreaming of.
Though I'm not in my prime
A mountain I must climb
And find that perfect rhyme
Before I’m out of time
Written By John Posey
01/09/13
The hour glass is turned and fixed immediately at birth
Starting the life journey in this worldly realm
Seconds constantly flowing
Running out of time
Young children seem to have no need for the perception of passing time
Teenage feels invincible with little concern for it
The twenties bring fleeting thoughts of passing time
Which are quickly dismissed and replaced by youthful party time
Still running out of time
The thirties, bring more pondering of how quickly time is passing by
Work duties and daily living blur the thoughts of it
The forties find a more profound realization of passing time, but would rather believe the current age is the new thirty for its time, than admit to running out of time
The fifties and sixties bring a stark realization of the seconds that have past
Can no longer run or hide, must accept running out of time
The seventies see the hour glass has limited seconds left
Living in the moment and hoping for the best
The eighties and beyond, reaching a golden milestone
Seeing time run out, saying goodbye, and taking a last breath
Oh you tell of a forlorn maiden
so much out of step out of time
one so close to this my heart
alas simple of mind
yet she is my kind
she’s my mother
age exposed
withered
lost
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Years slip by
and the world continues to turn
changing and progressing
or regressing.
Retrograde evolving
skipping thru history lessons
to venture forth
bold and fool hearty.
Looking backward
visionaries see'
what happened but was never
meant to be.
Prophets, sages and psychics
sense the madness
as it dances
brazen on the horizon.
Peace and war
are now merely words
to allow love and hate
to rise and fall.
Separation of rich and poor
stretch wide the gaps
of haves and have nots
to forever be unsatisfied.
History rewinds
pushes play and repeats
until one day
we are all
out of time.
I set the date
Hope I am not too late
To save some souls
From chilly fate
The year of our Lord
Dial one nine, one two
From my home-based lab
After locking in-situ
A gyro spins
A crackle, a flash
I land on the deck
With a terrible crash
Oh souls that surround me
Running here and around
Never notice my vehicle
Though designed to astound
The floor is now jaunty
My breath like fresh mist
The critical moment I fear
I have missed
Make fast to the lifeboats
Although they are few
I frantically seek out
The captain and crew
"You can double the numbers.."
I cry with a shout
It's too late for they're pushing
The final boat out
I reach for my notepad
Complete these last lines
'Crisp bright morning air
Yet the darkest of times'
A note to myself
Set my machine now to 'home'
So she whirrs and she crackles
Takes instructions, alone
My vain hope is she
Meets me in an earlier state
An inventor incumbent
To change the course of this fate
Now my destiny sealed
By dark ice of the sea
As resigned I join singing;
Nearer My God to Thee
Fast forward to now
Deep-sea divers explore
The old shipwreck is claimed
By the ocean once more
Yet a mystery beckons
Cameras peer through the grime
Uncatalogued cargo
Out of luck, out of time
Take pity on me as I linger
I look both ways but find no solace.
Rushing, racing I speed away
but straight into a tree is where I lay...
I stumble and fall. I'm out of time.
I am pushed and shoved and pulled astray.
Rushing, racing I speed away
but straight into a tree is where I lay...
They snicker and mock and storm ahead.
To find their next victim to fool and hate.
Rushing, racing I speed away
but straight into a tree is where I...lay...
For the contest (I can't breathe, a peaceful protest...)
Meg Anderson
11-20-14
As I look down from here
I feel like I am falling
That is when I realize
It’s you my friend calling
I go out on a limb
To gather my harvest
I must make it through
Winter is the hardest
I have to climb up higher
To reach the best crop
But you my old friend
Always cause me to stop
I know you’re always with me
So I'm begging for your help
But I am still afraid
I’m just talking to myself
It’s starting to get colder
This summer was no fun
I have to get more food
Before this season's done
I’ll ask you once again
And face you with courage
Please leave me alone
While I put food in storage
I can hear you laughing
You think I’m just squirrely
I go through this each year
This fear makes my head swirly
I’ll go out a little more
I won’t look down, I'm fine
My friend you can’t go with me
I’m running out of time
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
*inspired by Matt's Funnest-Hardest Poem Ever contest
Tick tock, time wont stop!
Hurry you're little ass up...
Come noon, guns wont stop!!
Do you ever feel like a man out of time?
Like you would be more at home in the days of yore.
Or days yet to pass.
And ask yourself.
Is this really my life?
That feels like a story. Written badly. By somebody else.
And doubt the narrative. Regardless of it's artless form.
Performed on hidden strings. And brings us to listen.
To another rendition. Of the human condition.
As the world turns eternal. And the heart yearns infernally.
As I sit and pine. For simpler times.
Sunday poem on a Wednesday!
Time and space warps,
Unusually, unexpectedly,
Topsy turvy,
Poems composed tardily,
Sunday consciousness,
On a Wednesday
For goodness sake,
What's at stake,
Lunch at breakfast,
Words that don't rhyme,
Dreams remembered in patches,
Or is 'this' a dream scene?
Pain and delight playing,
Silence typing,
Out of synch,
Yet in the pink,
In case you wonder,
I am sober, as always,
No substance other than air,
Warped time doesn't care
Twists and turns,
Days like this,
And,
Most importantly,
Being okay,
With it all!
Monday Poem on a Thursday...Go Figure!
Why not mix up the days,
Jumble many possible ways,
Edging moment by moment
And within freedom gained,
Meditative thinking retained,
Flight with grounded feet
Here, the mystic key,
Space to think and be,
Heart and mind co-joined
Two worlds NOT in collision,
Fusing in a greater vision,
One Captain, many crew
Hence another poem out of time,
Transcendence is no crime,
Catching up to where I Am!
Driftwood on the water's surface
Slowly splintering apart
A kiss of a violent wave
As rain begins to fall
The eyes see so much
But they see nothing without hands
Without touch
Everything is an illusion
Life is fake and real
Fakes are the friendliest
Realists are the meanest
Divine what you will
A word has a thousand meanings
When spoken aloud
It is given inflection
And loses most of them
A question with no answer
An answer without a question
One who always speaks
Is one who never listens
Realism clashes with idealism
In the echoes of a chamber
Listen to the same repeated ideas
A lie spoken often enough becomes true
The loneliest smile the most
And laugh the loudest
Nobody looks into eyes so somber
And sees a soul worth saving
Like driftwood a soul drifts
Life is the water ripping it apart
Over time those fragments fade
As if never there
It was a beautiful day for a picnic in the park,
We all thought we would stay there until dark.
Just enjoying the peace of a late summer bliss,
Like a departing lover engages you with a kiss!
We lunched on good food, and played volleyball,
And butterflies drifted by, 'til the crickets called.
Such a vividly golden and relaxing summer's day,
But then, orange sun was finally coming our way!
My family and I gathered all of our belongings,
Making a pleasant ending of our fun day longings.
As we strolled and chattered, birds sang loudly,
Like a peacock strutting, and preening so proudly!
My family was ahead of me, and I took up the rear,
Viewing scenery, while hearing them chat with one ear.
But very suddenly, I felt the strangest sensation-
Like being jerked, quite rapidly, to another nation!
Since my voice was gone, I couldn't inform a soul,
That I'd just been swallowed by a mini black hole!
Darkness all around, except for a circular top view,
Of marshmallow cream clouds, at the evening's debut!
Laughter and butterflies and children flying kites,
There never was good reason to end summer's rites!
Concerning my family, I could only wish them well;
Would I ever see them again? Only time would tell!
Speaking of which, my watch had gotten awful slow,
It was hard to move and cramped, with nowhere to go.
Like a butterfly lies dreaming of freedom's escape,
Or the sun whispering its warmth, to a ripening grape.
Then all of a sudden, I felt one tremendous jolt,
The unstable, mini black hole had begun its revolt!
I was suddenly ejected, like a ball from a cannon,
And relished the fun view, before journey was done.
Into the park's pond, I unceremoniously splashed,
Surprising many quacking ducks, whom then dashed!
Where was my family? A new dawn was now breaking,
Behind were regrets, which joy was fast overtaking!
My family didn't believe me, not even a little bit,
No proof in the corridors that have never been lit.
I was officially missing-I'd been gone three weeks!
I was quite famished, thin, and gaunt in the cheeks.
My family made me a feast, and I soon went to bed,
And the golden sun chased, until the stars had fled!
Go not to were the grogwarts go,
Were the fanged tooth ratgut bites,
were death is rife and life is cheap,
And they practice pagan rites.
A throwback to pre-history,
It is a place of shadows and mystery,
It is hidden in the dark of the Woods,
guarded by Hobgoblins in hoods.
This infestation in ancient days,
Was kept in order by Druid ways,
who would gather at the full of the moon,
Sacrificing chickens, and chanting songs til noon.
The beasts are free to roam and kill,
you can hear there awful Howling still
They are, atop, of that far rocky hill,
fighting each other and growling.
It is here that the evil wolverine lurk,
Preying on innocents, going to work,
They now will face his merciless wrath.
Having strayed from the normal quite safe path,
For centuries now this evil place,
Has kept, it’s anonymity safe,
An anomaly, in space and time
Has opened a door, to this world of slime.
How is this possible with modern techniques,
That no one has noticed these terrible freaks
You can try and avoid a confrontation
But something should be done, by the leaders of the nation.