Best Time Flies Poems
Since the elders often proclaim, my how time flies,
You then naturally look up into the skies.
To study the heavens for at least one small sign,
From the horizon up to the tallest tree line.
Then suddenly, a flock of birds flitters about,
So you believe that you might have time figured out.
But when the old people mentioned, my how time flies,
They didn’t bring up birds; so is time in disguise?
As a carnival balloon, yes that’s it, you say,
Like the vanishing kind on a bright summer day.
But losing your own, is one of life’s biggest fears,
Since you don’t want to waste any time crying tears.
It’s possible that time is commuting by plane,
Which is surely the fastest speed time could attain.
But what good can that be when the planes out of sight,
Unless it quickly returns from its roundtrip flight?
Then is waiting around to see time such a waste,
When each day there are many affairs to be faced?
Then out of the blue a helicopter is seen,
And you reflect, maybe time is on that machine.
But as soon as a copter is here it’s gone by,
After noisily chopping the beautiful sky.
Although it’s very unlikely time takes that ride,
Unless it cannot hear, or ear plugs are supplied.
Wait a minute, I got it, time surfs over clouds;
If I could do the same all my friends would be proud.
And occasionally time would appear as rain,
But then an excess amount would go down the drain.
Then could time be a portion of air all the time,
To be breathed in, or to give life to a wind chime?
Though, is that really flying like old people claim?
It seems all my guesses are exactly the same.
Well, after a long life of thinking and trying,
To figure out the ways that time could be flying,
In heaven, by feather, or motor, as vapor,
Yet, not one of those ways can be proved on paper.
Until recently, when I looked in the past,
The answers were there for those time questions asked.
That time really flies, though it takes time to see,
That a lifetime of living, is the real key.
And now I tell the young, that time truly flies,
But don’t bother looking up into the skies.
Time earns its wings every day, inside the mind,
And can only be seen, when looking behind!
David Fisher for Impress Me-Iambic Meter Contest
Philosophical motif
Wearing Daddy's boots & cowboy hat & not much in between
Why, Momma, ain't she just about the prettiest baby you've ever seen?
I'm sure wishing she was talking, reading her mind is quite a trick
And she's sure getting awful heavy, I hope she's walking quick
Whoa there, sassy, Momma look at her running wild
Why I am not sure there ever was a more rambunctious child
Life sure was a picnic when we could just bundle her up & go
Now I get tuckered just watching her, she's a pint size dynamo
Waist length braids, a gap tooth grin & freckled face
That's our girl, Momma, her calf just took first place
How old is she now, six? No, she can't possibly be eight
Seems she is growing up faster than I'd anticipate
Well I'll be, look at her standing on the stairs
in a fancy gown, heels & make up putting on womanly airs
this young girl looking back at me, yesterday she was only seven
Now there's a young buck staring at her like he's just seen heaven
Wearing a cap & gown, her diploma held high
Look, Momma, there's our girl, getting ready to give her wings a try
Wasn't it just yesterday she was afraid of the monsters under the bed?
Now she's off to college, her own path to tread
Wearing Grandma's pearls & a gown of antique white
Now, Momma, don't start fussing, everything will be all right
Wasn't it just yesterday, I was wishing she was talking?
Now the music is playing & down the aisle we're walking
Wearing Grandpa's boots & cowboy hat & nothing in between
Why Grandma ain't that the prettiest grandbaby you've ever seen?
Now listen, Sassy, don't go wishing for her to grow up so fast
Treasure each & every moment, create a memory to last
Be mindful of what you wish for when your babes are small
For in just the blink of an eye, they won't be small at all
You dream of turning back the clock & know you never will
For time flies, just as surely as you wish it would stand still
'Tempus fugit' we cannot deny
for suppleness dwindles and mirrors can't lie.
As wrinkles start spreading and children depart
the truth of this saying hits home like a dart.
14.02.22
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Time’s flies in this world . . .
It’s part of our very lives.
A running meter . . .
Tracks to when, how long, how much
And measures what can be done!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
Schoeningen, Germany (November 7, 2014)
(Tanka poetic format)
Time Flies By
By Kevin L Fairbrother
As we grow older, time just seems to fly
We welcome the new day and in no time
Well, we are looking at the night sky
…
We forget to do what we had just done
We can’t do what we used to, but try
We have to watch our diet both day and night
…
A night sleep is always interrupted
As the medication keeps us awake
And the bladder, well mate- it just won’t wait
…
The past we wondered how we coped
Raising a family with a full time job
Now it’s a full time job just remembering
What we need and what someone tells us
…
We have no need of a fancy watch
For it would have no hope, of keeping up
So we spend our time living in the past
To stop the time from speeding up
…
Crowds of people, create too much noise
And driving in traffic brings us no joy
We look for somewhere quite to hide
Spend our time saying sorry, I did not hear
…
The younger generation doesn’t understand
For they, challenge with what would you, know
The past is so different from what is now
So back in your corner, old man
…
Growing old is a race to the grave
A race that we will never win
For medication just keeps us going
As we wait our time in a rocking chair
For time means nothing... It, just flies by
My mirror
it shows me a middle-aged lady
Who is it?
07.12.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Waiting is the greatest pain,
Though most of me remains slain;
Legs propped up on iron heaters,
In my mouth spins an egg beater-
Roughly, duct tape holds it there,
Wrapped around my crimson hair-
Holding in the spinning end,
Tearing so no one could mend.
Will my torturer return?
I cry to think of all I've learned.
Even through the scars he burns,
He says there's more for me to earn.
Waiting, gurgling, and praying,
Burning, yearning, burnt legs splaying,
I can't conceive what could come after,
I resort to insane laughter.
Though I choke on blood and teeth,
Through the smell of my burnt meat,
I laugh harder, my mind flees
Closer toward insanity.
The deadbolt slides, I hear the door:
Creaking, scratching on the floor,
He walks through, I smell him now,
Expensive cologne flows down.
He leans in, I feel his breath,
Then his hands upon my chest,
He whispers one last sick goodbye,
"You won't be the last to die."
Preface: I wrote this for Shirley, a middle aged
close friend and co-worker!
Well here's another birthday!
My how time does fly!
It almost seems impossible,
that another years gone by!
Several moons have come and gone,
since the Doc first pulled you out!
You've had many joys and sorrows,
so you know what life's about.
It really makes no difference,
how many years have passed,
it's how you use the ones that's left,
that determines if you'll last!
If someone can be judged by looks,
if that's a proper gage,
then you've made the best of what you have,
'cause you never seem to age!
You have a youthful figure
of which you must be proud!
Anyone who isn't blind,
can see you're well endowed!
You've a pleasing personality,
warmth and charm and wit.
You always stand-out in a crowd,
unless there's a place to sit!
So have a Happy Birthday, Shirl
and have a little fun!
Count your many blessings,
like knowing me, for one!
Don't let these words go to your head,
but if you must my dear,
the best way I can think of is,
to stick 'em in your ear!
Happy Birthday, Shirl!
TIME FLIES by Jeanette Jones
based on PORTRAIT NO 9
Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham
TIME FLIES
Early still, I rise again.
For the quails came calling.
Dragging my feet, I stumbled
across the room, to get a glimpse
before they get to far away.
The kettle’s on, brewing the tea,
to place in my flask.
Milk too for little Emily as we stroll along.
At the edge of the bay, our four feet dangle,
little Emily hums away; a nice beat to my
dream.
Small canoes, large boats with sails,
carry me away across the water.
Traveling up into the lighthouse,
I look over bay, watching the workmen,
out for the day.
Hours pass as I gather up to leave.
Little Emily and I, hand in hand,
we’ve just gotten here, must we go?
Good night Mr. Workman.
Good afternoon Ma’dam.
thick hair, no hair, wow
young man, then older man now ...
it snuck up on us
3/18/2023
Poetry form: Senryu
Photo credits: Billion Photos via Canva Pro
At times like this, I'm drawn to the lyrics of "A Hazy Shade of Winter," written by Paul Simon and recorded and released by Simon & Garfunkel in 1966:
"...Funny how my memory skips
While looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter ..."
Also, in reply to you grammarians out there who feel you know the definitive answer to the modern English mystery of sneaked vs snuck, please consider the following Mirriam Webster "Words at Play" article entitled "'Sneaked' or 'Snuck': Which is correct?" It reads in part: "Over the past 120-odd years "snuck" has become by some estimations the more common past tense form in the US. Some people object to the sneaky upstart - especially speakers of British English - but it appears regularly and without commentary in respected publications on both sides of the pond." There's more information in the article, especially how "snuck" sneaked into the language. It's pretty sneaky. ;) merriam-webster.com/words-at-play/snuck-or-sneaked-which-is-correct
I also have a poetic license, which expires on Friday, December 31, 9999, that allows me to use whatever word suits me at any given moment. It really comes in handy during moments like this. You really ought to consider obtaining such if you don't already have one. ;)
Tempus Fugit - Cheers!
How far tomorrow seems in our eyes,
How fast it lands in our hands.
How hard we take the issues of life,
How easy they seem thereafter.
We get to sleep over our dream,
Not waking up for work when it ought.
We play truancy on hardwork,
Thinking we have all the time in the world.
So tell me, HOW OFTEN DOES NEXT TIME COMES?
We ignore important things,
Lacking the sense to delay gratification,
Wanting material satisfaction,
Starving vision, gallivanting, living a life without mission.
So someday, we can no longer make plans,
With white hairs sneaking out of our caps,
Then we regret not planning at the right time,
Because we knew, but ignored HOW TIME FLIES.
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Love Encompasses
So... so many dreams'
So many fears'
- And -
So many year's.....
Poet Author
Gary Fields
Days pass aloof to all hearts reap,
strays memories we wish to keep.
Ploys of time constantly remold
joys that we wish to ever hold.
While eyes close to deeply reflect,
vile time spies flashbacks to infect.
Should time leave my recall intact -
could be my joy would first react!
Lost Love And Dear Time Flies
My love, wondrous mysteries of words unsaid
Heart echoes of our afternoon trysts
Soft memories of your majestic, silkened bed
Bursts from heated love's glowing mists
Not a dream- kisses that made my heart cry out
Tasting all of your sweet delights;
Promises of moonlight and another midnight bout
You showing me all those private sights.
Last morn at our private hillside cabin retreat
You danced on that huge backyard porch
Gracefully naked from pretty head to dainty feet
Beauty firing up my loving and eager torch.
Such times, remind me that my life has been good
And an angel graced my fast, racing skies
With greatest regret I now mourn what I should
O' my , how lost love and dear time so flies!
R.J. Lindley
April 23rd,1993
Time Flies...
When in great conversation, perhaps of one
day ruling the nation.
Time Flies...
As one daydreams of colourful beauty within a carnation.
Time Flies...
While you enjoy playing fetch with your pet dalmatian.
Time Flies...
On the Islands delighted by a week for two vacation...
Time Flies...
As you constantly gaze into a elaborate illustration...
Time Flies...
When one has a unique brilliant maybe genius creation...
Time Flies...
While one is blindly involved in lives temptation...
So get pleasure from ones daily agendas,
Live life with No Regrets,
Take delight throughout ones journey,
Relax and explore the essence and beauty of life,
As Time Flies....