Best Sands Of Time Poems
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Timeless warm glow of a summer’s day
In love with the world’s vibrancy
Inaudible, clock ticking
Safe in seeming endlessness
Each day a lifetime
Some wished away
Years accrue
Time’s grains
Fall
Flow
Faster
Sweet life full
Moments precious
A n t i c i p a t e d
milestones fly past, too fast
Children’s years wax eternal
While ours accelerate quickly
Scenery outside the train’s window
Ever more beautiful, yet blurring, faster
7/13/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Oh, rain upon me sands of time
with thoughts and memories sublime
and with each kiss of magic dust
transport me to that place I trust
For in the world that is no more
there is always an open door
to visit those I’ve left behind
until the day, their souls to find
Oh, sands of time, please let me fan
the flames of a much younger man
whose mirror saw a softer face
in days of love I can’t replace
To taste of all this life has shared
yet, free of fear from what ensnared
security knows well the past
for nothing changes, free at last
And then, return me to this day
with everything I’ve had in play
so grateful for the life I’ve known
and everything I’ve just been shown
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
the sands flow steadily through the hour glass
can't be stopped~slowed
drifts grain by
slow grain
drips
goes
until
the chosen
end, emptied out
where the soul goes is up to your choosing
Written: November 10, 2020
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Scorching hot sun..
Sun rays omitting intense heat
The flames of fireballs ignite..
Desert air ..
So dry and still..
A cactus thrives in desert paradise..
Sands of time..
Heat soars to the sky by day..
By night the heat plummets..
Evaporates ..
Moonlight shines..
Drenched in coldness
Chilled air and a frosted moon..
Extremities exist..
Drastic changes occur..
Sands of time..
Time is constant and flowing..
Never ending..
Astronomical unlimited grains of sand in the desert..
A wonderland of vastness and abundance..
Like the grains of desert sand..
Infinity awaits us all..
As we are eternally divine..
Within the sands of time
are the impressions we make on others
The sands of time
Vs 1
The sands of time keep moving,
ever faster.
I notice as each day passes by
Bridge 1
Why doesn't time have mercy on me?
The sands of time are going to bury me
So, I live each day without a care,
bend my knees in earnest prayer
Vs 2
The sands of time keep raging,
ever silent.
The lines upon my face, cannot lie.
Bridge 2
At least together we can face the storm
Hold onto me and I will keep you warm
No matter how hard the sand will blow
My love for you will not grow old
Chorus
The sands of time...
oh, the sands of time...
We journey through the sands of time...
I am yours and you are mine.
Vs 1
The sands of time keep moving,
ever faster.
I notice as each day passes by
Bridge 2
At least together we can face the storm
Hold onto me and I'll keep you warm
No matter how hard the sand will blow
My love for you will not grow old
Chorus
The sands of time...
oh, the sands of time...
We journey through the sands of time,
I am yours and you are mine.
We journey through the sands of time,
I am yours and you are mine.
I am yours and you are mine..
repeat fade
John Derek Hamilton
August 7,2023
The Sands of Time
The sands of time moves on without respite,
whether monarchs or humble vassals
have to bow at its moving shrine,
it drips on without kindness
without grains of solace
for souls great or small
and does not wait
for a while
as it
is
a
precious
gift of God
bestowed to man
to apply with thrift
not to waste it in vain
as moments frittered away
can never, never be regained
despite all efforts to retrieve them
despite all will to halt its silent march.
I wiggle my toes in the sands of time,
sifting through the grains and the years gone by.
Lamenting those years I was in my prime.
How fast, they seem now, to have flown by.
Sifting through the grains and the years gone by,
I recall the adventures in my life.
How fast they seem now, to have flown by,
through childhood, teen years, to become a wife.
I recall the adventures in my life.
Of scars and bruised ego's, that brought me here,
through childhood, teen years, to become a wife.
It seems I really had nothing to fear.
Of scars and bruised ego's that brought me here,
I realize now how they did mold me.
It seems I really had nothing to fear,
except for a future, I can not see.
I realize now, how they did mold me.
I relive my life, as the scenes unfold,
except for a future I can not see,
yet looking forward, to what my future holds.
Reliving my life, as the scenes unfold,
lamenting those years I was in my prime.
Yet, looking forward to what my future holds,
I wiggle my toes in the sands of time.
Entry for "The Pantoum" contest
Hosted by: Jared Pickett
Placement: Honorable Mention
.....I give you my all through the sands of time
.......As your hearts rhythm beats with mine
............Your face reflects my touch within
..............As the sifting sands pour within
.................You fill my arms forevermore
...................Lips of wine wanting more
.........................As time sifts through
...............................A sky of blue
.................................Two hearts
.......................................Drift
........................................By
..........................................-
........................................As
.....................................A star
................................Does shine
.............................On lips of wine
.........................Our bodies rubbing
......................Our hearts start blazing
..................Firey flames make you mine
................As I give to you my eternal kiss
...........You start shaking in a shivering bliss
........Then your hearts rhythm beats with mine
.....As I give you my all through the sands of time
A full moon descends beyond the distant dunes
freshly scented air breezing palm as desert breath
calm are the whispers upon a much cooling surface
momentary is the solitary life facing certain death.....
As I sit 'neath infinities blanket of stars
sifting sand through my fingers and hands
I ponder those before me who have walked these lands
I wonder if they too sat and contemplated how it began....
But even more striking is a portrait of the past
centered within the framework an unchanging figure
distant only as far as my mind will allow
reassurance..... is the glow of the smile,
the tone of the words even more so....
"be not afraid my son,for you have traveled well,
even a grain of sand needs a friend and reminder
you are not the first to sit in this very spot and wonder,
you surely won't be the last of the lonely....."
Who in the not so distant future will rest his feet
upon this very spot.....or are we all,
just tumbling grains of sand in time......
The Sands of Time
Admiring the beauty of the ocean waves
Drifting towards the land
I wondered about the journey they travelled
To eventually reach the sand
I’ve always dreamed about taking a journey
To a place along the sea
Where every moment is timeless
In a world of magic and mystery
You and I were hand in hand
Watching the seabirds in flight
Appearing like a silhouette
Against a backdrop of the moonlight
We found ourselves on a magical journey
To a place we wanted to be
When we ventured into the darkness
Towards the sounds of the romantic sea
We walked along the shoreline
Pausing to write in the sand
As we engaged on this timeless journey
To a special wonderland
Some kind of magic took over my heart
When you looked into my eyes
As we held each other very close
Waiting for the sun to rise
I said how much I loved you
And you said the same to me
As we drew a heart in the sand
And creating another memory
We wrote our initials inside the heart
Knowing the tide would soon be in
To carry our love into the sea
And let this romantic journey begin
We will always share a moonlight
With the sounds of the romantic sea
When we hold each other in the darkness
For now and eternity
The wave that carries our special love
Will always drift on forever
As we journey to that magical world
Through the sands of time together
Sands of Time
A. W. Nutter
Viewing the world through opaque glass
Sands of time getting low in the hourglass
Friendships and treasures acquired in vain
Blinded to the truth in this worldly domain
Spiritual essence of creation is withering
Traveling toward a preordained ending
Wolf in sheep clothing ascends into power
The souls of creation found easy to devour
The sons of Adam and daughters of Eve
Heritage forgotten to the Beast they cleave
Lightning pierces the sky, Christ is revealed
Prophesy completed, mans fate is sealed
Wet sand oozes between my toes:
gooey as grandma's homemade jam.
Imprinted upon a clean slate,
fresh footprints, follow the shoreline.
Gooey as grandma's homemade jam,
the sand squishes under my feet.
And memories are created,
exploring these tactile feelings.
Imprinted upon a clean slate,
staggering steps, get recorded.
A hodgepodge of runaway feet:
scampering from advancing waves.
Fresh footprints follow the shoreline,
only to be slowly erased.
Cleansing waves invite others to
leave their mark on the sands of time.
THE SANDS OF TIME
We stop-- unquestioning the expertise of our Game ranger
focused--examining sand and road for tracks
Uncomprehending, we ponder waiting for clues he may disclose –the light of dawn
Finally- three words:”Do you see?”
A revelation for him
We try to discern—revealing imprints on a dusty road
Man of few words, he speaks again: “footprints...not animal...fresh, close and recent”
Bushmen behind a thicket of shrub
Authentic and unique-nomads in the Namib Desert
“A family... hunting” he enlightens us further
We sit warm in blankets and woollen scarves
They crouch, short in stature, hiding—naked and shy
Feeling uncomfortable, inappropriately wrong somehow..
Binoculars and camera’s enforce the contrast-awkwardly
Our arrogance, whilst they are natural –reticently
Our Ranger details informative dialogue—geographical lectures
Nomadic in their habitual housing, hunting skills faultless...
Every imprint in the sand tells its own story
Many not wanting their legends uncovered
Invasion – intrusive, identities discovered
We linger no longer—luxurious Game Lodge beckons
Enjoying a breakfast we had no need to hunt for
Copyright© April 2013—Kim van Breda
On the wings of a seagull the sun slowly sets
Time flows through the dying light
Like the seconds the hourglass begets
Each grain of sand in time will write
The days and years of humanity's plight
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5/14/17