Best Time And Tide Poems
I thought that I should never be
as old as folks as old as me,
for in my youth the time of day
moved so much slower on its way.
But youth can be a wondrous thing
that hides the truth of living’s sting,
that birth must surely lead to death
from babe’s first cry to final breath.
For time flows past at different rate
it never ever stops to wait,
however time decides to go
mankind must follow fast or slow.
Of course when measured on the clock
the time when tide will wash each rock
can be defined specifically,
but time defies this guarantee.
The speed of youth makes time go slow
as youngsters race to stem its flow.
Slow pace of age can speed time’s drift
as with our memories we shift.
So tide and time I fear my friends
are never constant in their trends,
you’ll find as you meet each new day
a little time has slipped away!
Ivor G Davies
Standing on the beach looking out at the water,
I had a moment of reflection of all that matters.
I realized that waves, the rhythm of ebbs and flows,
Are very much like the people in our lives.
The movement of the water, the relationship with time and tides,
Time and tides together making the difference in the strength of waves.
Time and the people in our lives, the relationships that enter into our world like the ebb of tides, often leave us like the flow, wondering if this is a test of ones own endurance, often leaving us feeling in some cases with little to no reassurance.
Natures beauty on the horizon as the sun sets and colors so majestic, bring you around to the understanding that nature, time, ebbs and flows are Gods rythmic clock reminding us to move forward.
Time nor tide will wait for us.
“Time and tide wait for no man”, affirm the wise.
Everything should be done in the allotted time n’ space.
Like waves which wait for none, time will advance.
By staying idle, we may never get one more chance!
Each one is granted a fixed quantum of time.
Without notice, seconds pass with a silent chime.
Those who handle time without enough caution,
May later come to regret and land in perdition.
As the moving pendulum of time swings,
Each day, to infinity, steadily wings.
Time is like a diminishing bank account.
Nothing can be added to the existing amount.
Time wasted should be our greatest regret.
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget.
Before infirmities set in, earn what you can,
For life here has only a short stretch and span!
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Touch and feel the rebirth of her heart
A new glow, magnets the stars above
Arousing the birth of an energy
That wittingly mingles with her long lost faith
An enticing yearn for life awakens her soul
She has cried many years, she has seen better days
There Is no lie in her fire
She could jump a rope with feet of fear
Or she could climb a mountain with arms of courage
Time runs with tide, she waits for no man
Under the blue sky, a stare of bewildered eyes
The unforgettable promises left unkept
Beautiful assurances of forever that will never be
Heavenly days that will never come, songs she will never sing
These are the times she longs for
Those were the days she dreamt of
Yes in the tide of time, she must wait for no man
A sweep of an eastern wind
Blushes the imminence in her voice
A timid innocence regenerates from her soul
Her eyes make love to the future
A future that holds the keys to her heart
As she kisses the moon,
Drops of Jupiter unlocks her heart
Releasing crystal lights of gifts and talents
Unborn generation waiting for seasons of conception
There is a lot to give, a lot to cherish
She is the star in her sky, the beat in her rhythm
At her site, the earth stops spinning
Yes, she is the time, she is the tide
She will wait for no man
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wait for no man"
purportedly by one
Saint Marher, circa:
1225 anno domini.
Watermarks of the time and tide! (First part to abide by the word count)
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I was born as an innocent looking baby, as everyone always is!
Just a tiny cuddly body with a pure soul, with not much of wiz!
Then as a faltering toddler I started my slow and waddling walk!
With some more effort at finding words, I could get into small talk!
The real excitement began as I turned into an ever restless child!
My curiosity became insatiable and my imagination grew so wild!
I felt everything was possible to achieve, just as I wanted to do!
They would know I could work great wonders as soon as I grew!
I questioned everything they told and challenged the folks around!
To me all could have been discovered, but only if they had found!
When turbulent teens dawned on me, I'd a burst of immense vigor!
My mind got as sharp as a saber and I demanded proofs with rigor!
When I was told what's wise to do I asked to convince me why it's so!
Why should I walk all my life in a set rut, without moving too and fro?
After all anyone who had discovered anything had gone a new way!
Some of that was planned ahead, the rest of it was uncharted sway!
I had raging and unruly emotions of love, dislike, anger, and devotion!
I knew I'm the best and said so, though not intending self promotion!
I learnt so much more and faster than I ever could have done before!
I believed I am already a professor, not a freshman or a sophomore!
With my energy exceeding my mass, my desires exceeding my time!
I insisted everything I said or did had a coherent reason and rhyme!
Becoming an adult tampered me down, cooling off my red-hot zeal!
I realized life was a tough test for which like raw iron I must anneal!
With patience reigning in my outbursts and my wisdom getting ripe!
I realized my limitations and heard others' opinions without a gripe!
I accepted that whatever I had learned told me so little about world!
The boundaries of the unknown were boundless all said and heard!
I fell in love to last forever with my life partner and my true soulmate!
Not quite like the attractions before that had hovered by mental state!
The essence of life was revealed to me as giving more than receiving!
Standing by my loving family and dear friends, without ever deceiving!
Time and Tide
On the blooming horizons of my mind
The wine of your love and beauty,
Splashes its flavor, on my lips and life
Sometimes you quench my thirst, O love
By becoming my Sunlight or a candle light,
Which burns,to remove the darkness of night.
Sometimes you take away the flames of heat,
When you spread the wings of your coolness on my life.
How mysterious is the game of life, O love
The intoxicating wine of youth, beauty and love,
Always sweeps away our senses to an extent,
That we began to float on the winds of time and tide.
Knowing very well that time gone by
Will never return us except in our memories
The glory of those wonderful moments.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 13th June 2011.
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In time shadows in an old windy shed
are names of sojourners who've passed this way;
now my wandering boot does older tread
where I passed on a long forgotten day.
I see their faces on wall and jetty
drinking beer, watching the wind and tide turn,
where on horizon across a dark sea
aerodrome Air Squadron lights brightly burn.
Into its riptides we dived bombed its depths
where over the skyhawk war birds had flown,
and from its pull clung to those ocean steps
in the big drag of clays, sand and mudstone.
Now time and tide fade on this hidden cove
where beneath the waves the taniwha rove.
Written: December 1991
*taniwha in Maori folklore are sea creatures
depicted as serpents or dragons with fiery eyes.
On occasion I saw a few people swimming
there that fit that description but no serpents.
*Skyhawks were RNZAF combat fighter jets.
Sometimes, it seems, we wait for our dreams
we wait a bit too long.
Our childish dreams are the fount of schemes
though they maybe waylaid along.
We read of mighty Hercules and Odysseus on the sea
for they rush to sirens song.
We wait, and wait at unopened gates, until our psyche screams
your life must soon be born.
The Great Wall called, but I was too late, it seems
perhaps, I got it wrong?
The grandeur had left in shrouded seams
as we bore and birthed the throng.
The pyramids, the stone, the sand, the Kings, the royal themes
ravaged by man and time forlorn.
So, do not wait, at that gate, follow your childish dreams
for St. Peter waits at another gate when Gabrielle blows his horn!
Tempest fugit and all of that,
The blink of an eye, and life is gone;
Little things to do cause the days to pass;
Future is meditation, work is done.
The last learning curve to be at peace,
Making room for what once were diversions,
Reading, writing, TV, and pleasing food.
Accepting, accepting, each new pain
With God's Grace.
If I should die,think only this of me
That one small corner of the web
Nurses all of my poetry
My Muse's tide is on the ebb
Her waning strength sadly faded
No reason now for any rhyme
My talents fully spent and jaded
No one can hold back marching time
So please forgive my puny tries
Which deserve but piteous sighs
Time ticked until the stroke of ten
before descending its wrath on men
And at that hour it escaped its cage
Pendulum chiming with total rage
Humans are in chaos as they await
time to restart. In its hands, their fate
Does this mean heartache will not heal
until once more bells ring out in peal?
Ongoing wars, a pandemic to battle
Earth warming; earthquakes that rattle
Everything seems to be in such upheaval
We need relief from these days of evil
Woe to those with little hope and belief
who see only doom and wallow in grief
who no longer have faith in their vision
and chide others with scorn and derision
Don't condemn a country or it's leaders
after having four years of bottom feeders
Humans are imperfect. We're all flawed
but you hold a gun in the firing squad
You write of patriotism, but have none
wielding your pen as if it were a loaded gun
You roughshod America with seditious words
like mad cows running in stampeding herds
Remember, "Time and tide wait for no man,"*
Tragedy has struck those living in Afghanistan
Blame Biden, but include Presidents in the past
so reprimand them, too when you lambaste
Time has no power to stop of its own accord
Its hands keep moving and will not be ignored
The world has problems that must be rectified
by the coalition of nations it will be allied
Call me a dreamer. "It'll never happen," you say
that may be a reverie, but come what may
When the times comes God will raise His hand
and at that time, the world will understand.
*Geoffrey Chaucer
. . . for both low and great,
for no one, time and tide wait,
passing through life's gate . . .
The ocean
have what you feel
allow it to change you
and the tide
with time
in every shade
of green and turquoise blue
Time and tide wait for no man
If a thing must be done, then do it
Nature waits for no one
It will not suffer human wit
Nor patiently stall till fears do quit
Nor wring it's hands, till man takes a stand
Nothing in Nature needs man
It is man who is only a cog
As he marches through creation in a fog
History is ripe with God's other creatures
Some who are gone were even main features
But now they are only a lonely asterisk
In the big book of Nature
Before that apple falls from the tree, then pluck it
If you hesitate your prize is sour
You must act and jump at the perfect hour
Or else your moment falls to Earth
Gone and dried of little worth
Who is it that can see, so perfectly
Only the God's who guide us through life's ocean
As we seek to untangle human emotion