Best Precious Time Poems
What is more valuable than diamond ...
More precious than solid gold .
Is worth much more,
Than what the rich adore ,
And cant be traded , bought or sold ;
The answer is .... here and now ;
Yes its time ; trusted and always true .
And the most precious and most special
Is the time I've spent with you .
Oh, if I could only turn back time,
my mom would be living a life sublime;
and not a name engraved in stone,
now, I stand here weeping all alone.
I should be visiting mom at home,
but, by myself on country drives I roam;
I miss those days mom- of adventure,
driving into the unknown to venture.
Oh, mom you are to me precious,
now, time is slipping and I am anxious.
As a child in your bed I would climb,
even when you were sick and I was grown;
as a child my hair you would comb,
now all I have to hold is your picture;
oh, turn back time to days precious.
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October 7, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Time, Time Precious Time
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1187-003-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Rhyme Pattern - aabbccddee abcde
Written for the contest, If Only We Could
Turn Back The Hands Of Time
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Time is precious.
Time is irreplaceable.
In this moment in time
there is a moment that's favorable.
Time ticks, never stops.
From day to night
as the sun drops.
As memories rise to the occassion.
Another killed.
Investigations.
Because of want to be gangsters
and homicidal demonstrations.
Gunshots, bodies hittin the pavement
and in this time, another soul is wasted.
Lives taken.
Just reactin, not thinking.
Never waiting.
Like time.
Drugs and alchohol destroying young minds.
Too many turning down the blinds.
True saying, when they said
The blind can't lead the blind.
Too much disrespect to mankind.
Praying to God for peace of mind.
Wanting, searching,
so hard to find.
The Devil ain't kind,
still I try
because, of my pride.
Hold my head high.
Though it's hard to say goodbye.
R.I.P. to my peeps
the Devil's a lie.
Time is Precious.
Time is a memory
and as time goes on
It fades to infinty.
You will never get that second back.
In the blink of an eye
it's gone.
Just like that.
Like the people we've loved,
and the people we've lost.
In due time
we all have to pay the cost.
As we become memories in time.
In time.
Precious time.
Precious Time
God has given us time to spend wisely
Time becomes valuable when spent for others.
Give time to visit the sick and the dying,
And to those who are deserted in the prison cells.
Give time to cheer those who are afflicted,
And encourage the aged and weak in spirit.
Lend a helping hand to the poor and the needy;
They will realize God’s presence in you!
Make it a habit to share the Good News!
It may be through singing hymns of praise,
Proclaim the kindness of the Lord.
To everyone who thirst and hunger for it!
A moment of silence, lifting our burdens to the King
A precious time of contemplating His faithfulness,
In the presence of the Holy Spirit,
And thanking God for His mercy overflows!
With heavenly glow surrounding you,
I watch as you sleep;
I wonder where you may go
when you take your life's leap
I watch you breathe...so quiet
like the time that has already fallen;
I know the days aren't endless,
and one day you will find your callin'
So right now, I watch you closely
because I've been given such a gift;
for you are my daughter with that glow,
and with my spirit... you always uplift.
Precious Time.
This truly is a precious time that we all seem to share,
Being with friends and family that we all love and care.
Our homes filled with decorations of color and of green,
Such a beautiful time – the meaning so serene.
The baby Jesus born upon this day,
He brings us joy, hope and happiness all along our way.
This season seems to be so busy, running here and there.
We need to remember why, and to all we should share.
We feel a gift must be bought, and given and exchange,
But we have been blessed by the best of all- by His precious name.
It seems the world has forgotten the meaning of this time,
How Jesus was born, and died for your sins and mine.
So keep Christmas in your heart all year long,
Keep the meaning alive to those you meet – keep it very strong.
Share a little love, send a warming smile, and say a prayer or two,
Don’t forget the gift He gave – all for me and you.
It truly was a Holy Night when our Lord was born,
Let the trumpets sound – and blow the mighty horn.
Joy to the world, and good tidings bring,
Merry Christmas, and Happy Birthday to our Lord and King.
Wendell Mays
Time is precious and a luxury,
It is rare to buy anywhere,the time,
Every person given,equal quota of time,
If a person spends,his time over you,
Honor this person weighing high!
Precious Time.
This truly is a precious time that we all seem to share,
Being with friends and family that we all love and care.
Our homes filled with decorations of color and of green,
Such a beautiful time – the meaning so serene.
The baby Jesus born upon this day,
He brings us joy, hope and happiness all along our way.
This season seems to be so busy, running here and there.
We need to remember why, and to all we should share.
We feel a gift must be bought, and given and exchange,
But we have been blessed by the best of all- by His precious name.
It seems the world has forgotten the meaning of this time,
How Jesus was born, and died for your sins and mine.
So keep Christmas in your heart all year long,
Keep the meaning alive to those you meet – keep it very strong.
Share a little love, send a warming smile, and say a prayer or two,
Don’t forget the gift He gave – all for me and you.
It truly was a Holy Night when our Lord was born,
Let the trumpets sound – and blow the mighty horn.
Joy to the world, and good tidings bring,
Merry Christmas, and Happy Birthday to our Lord and King.
Wendell Mays
The sun is shining on us only if you want the light
To touch you in the darkest days.
Please follow me to your precious time
Of days that flow into the clock where the hands
Branch out like the waves of the sea, and the season
Overshadowed with this sudden change of weather.
How do we get to know our precious time for telling
Us and warning our time flying by to see how we can
Have a second chance that is a blessing in disguise.
I'm hopeful for the next day after day until time runs
Out of fear and forgiveness, life is given to us as a gift to the heart
Not a waste of numbers on the calendar for me to count.
Speak your mind and discipline your fingers to write down
The words as a gift to the heart so our precious time
Is the evidence that bears our soul.
Time is very precious gift
Waste it would be a crime
Love is more precious gift
Waste it like wasting time
Time – I plan you out,
but you go so fast.
You’re going, then gone!
I can’t make you last!
Where do I go wrong?
Perhaps I’m called.
Then things get stalled
or forgotten,
which is rotten!
Precious time -
hang around
just because
I need
you to . . .
PAUSE
Jan. 11, 2021
for Caren Krutsinger's A Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest
When you find yourself going upstream
Life may feel heavy as it seems
Take a breath for just a moment
Capture the precious time well spent
Move with ease like a butterfly
Treat yourself well, reach for the sky
Answers don’t always come fast
Let yourself be free at last
The birds are singing to you
The sun is shining straight through
With warmth into your soul inside
Where you will reach places to confide
Heidi Sands
1/15/18
Woke up jumped off the couch and
put on a mask
Used in order to survive another average day
Sat on the stairs lit up and smoked
enough to blow a mind and descend
into a heady hazy trance
Oh boy John said to Paul
I just watching the news today
Witnessed both a declaration and a
timely reminder to the everyman
To in no uncertain terms know thy station
know thy place
Within the unwritten small print of the law
Opening Gambit Pincer movement
King Trump's pawn
Check mate
The rich will never see the inside of a court
Otherwise what is the point of being powerful
and wealthy
If it can not pervert the rule of law
The judge and jury have long already
been picked and bought
Why call him Andy
Why not Scott
At very least that rhymes with free
And at a mere cost of 12 Million pieces of
slippery mercury worthless currency
Adorned with his sad tragic mother's face
and royal family crest all across
Matter's not of that I am sure to him he
obviously has a lot and won't go or be left
without
It's no more than tangible proof of yet
another breach of public trust
I only rather wish it was not just another
mistaken reported case of fake news
than simply just another example of
A day in the life
Of the opposing lives of what both
the rich and everyman have to deal with
And the glaringly senseless point of counting
potholes whatsoever however small or
insignificant they appear in the
1st place
If there is absolutely never any desire
or intention of ever actually trying to fix
or repairing them at all
Or is that in actual fact indeed the
case and point being mistakenly overlooked
Far more joy and fun is to be garnished
from rubbing people's noses in and seeing
the look upon disheartened faces
When the final edict and not guilty
verdict is read out in astonishment
Brexit Sonnet No.2
‘Precious Time’
One Billion earned takes patience, faith and years.
To calculate it out on goodly pay,
It’s twenty thousand years of sweat and tears,
Twenty thousand years with little say.
Yet glibly do we quote this awesome sum;
To use an average wage it’s even more.
Thirty seven thousand years ‘till done.
Beware this sum; it’s more for rich than poor.
One hundred millennia for Brexit’s wayward turn;
So grab that trunk, shake that moneyed tree,
To gullibly pay again for what we burn.
So please don’t spend or trade this time for me.
Disgorge your Pounds and Euros by all means,
But waste not my precious time on useless dreams.
©Keith Murphy
Just when you think you can’t go on much longer
With a whirlwind of issues plaguing your mind,
Take a step, just a step with all you have left.
Knowing, only a step is moving you forward.
The sights wait for you to look and see.
The fresh air waits for you to breathe.
You may think it isn’t enough with how you feel.
But a step is a step and a sight is a sight.
With each and every piece of beauty captured,
You will create your own scenery in your mind
To surround you with all that you have to endure.
One day your life will reflect all of the beauty.
One day, it will not be as it is right now because
You let yourself move forward in precious time.
Heidi Sands
3/5/17