Best Time Has Come Poems
Think it's about time to call it a day
Brain doesn't function in the same old way
Effect of my seizures
Good wishes my readers
It's been a magical ten years, so farewell I say
As our time draws to a close,
Cherished times from my memory flows,
From p.e with Mrs. to religion class
"My, how the time did pass!"
For years I'd called this place home,
With the greatest family ever known,
Who're with me through thick and thin,
To thank you....I can't begin.
Right now I'd like to recall,
those times when we were small,
Fr. McDonald remember pointing a sword at me
Yelling "you" as the snow you'd seen?
To those who are no longer here,
I'd like to make this clear,
Even though you no longer see
I still consider you as family.
So much has changed with much time,
In this blessed place of mine,
When we were fairies in 7th grade,
To daughters who-for crimes paid.
So I'll thank you once again,
As our time must now end,
From here into the world we'll go,
From your teachings we must grow.
We'll never forget what we received here,
For had the thought not appeared
To this day we'd of never arrived,
Nowhere else could we of thrived!
Your time has come like the rising sun. Stand up for life created by God’s love as
the dove descends from above. He has a plan for you to be one with Him as He
is with you thus making you brand new. Your life should be more than just the
ordinary existence, let Him strengthen you as your soul runs the distance. Be
filled with His spirit and let your light shine. Manifest His joyful glory and
overcome obstacles in His name while unto Him you render an acclaim. Move
ahead and be the lighthouse of strength without relenting; thus ascending from
the bottomless pit into His eternal light of creation. Experience the fullness of
your destiny with God in the middle of your future. Build your foundation in His
word and spirit. Empower your soul with His tenacity; He will determine your
capacity. Be anointed by His grace and experience the reality of not just a
dream. A light lit for living liturgy. He has you covered with His Holy Spirit. Now
step out—your time has come!
Comments: A prose poem is written in prose form. It does not have line breaks
or varying topography as a regular poem. During the mid-nineteenth century,
Charles Baudelaire published Petis poemes en prose. Oscar Wilde, T.S Eliot
and others have written in this genre. The genre started in France and is now
worldwide. The use of concrete language and figurative speech such as
imagery, rhymes, personification, contrast, simile, metaphor, alliteration,
metonymy, synecdoche, abstraction and the like should be incorporated based
on the desire of the poet. The piece may focus on language, a story, or
something similar based on the choice of the poet.
My Time Has Come
My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013
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When time has come... / Wenn die Zeit gekommen ist... / Cuando ha llegado el momento...
When time has come to say good-bye
to leave this earth in time,
then let me rest under a sad cypress
close to a field of rye.
And let my shroud of white
through darkest nights yet shine.
But don't lay roses down for me
as blossoms wilt to soon
and let a red moon rising high
for everyone to see
Wenn dann die Zeit gekommen ist
von dieser Welt zu geh'n
dann lasst mich ruh'n unter Zypressen
und nahe einem Feld mit Roggen
wo noch der Mohn und auch Kornblumen steh'n.
Und lasst dem weißen Totenhemd so fein
selbst in der tiefsten Nacht noch seinen Schein.
Doch keine Rosen sollt ihr legen,
denn Blüten welken viel zu schnell
und lasst den roten Mond
hoch oben sich bewegen
für alle sichtbar hell
Cuando ha llegado el momento de decir adiós
dejando esta tierra en mi tiempo,
déjame descansar bajo triste ciprés
y cerca de un campo de centeno.
Y dejar que mi sudario blanco
brilla a través de noche oscura de estreno
Que no me ponen rosas
como flores se marchiten rápido
y dejar la luna roja levantar
al alto cielo raro
y para todo bién visible claro
Note: Inspired by a song from Act II, Scene IV od Shakespeare's Twelfth Night
The time has come for me to
show just who I can really be,
no more keeping it all locked up,
let it out for the world to see.
The time has come to face the
fact,I need to take a stand,
become more independent,
without someone to hold my hand.
The time has come to realize,why
I need to stay,I have to keep my
faith and take things day by day.
The time has come to take a stand
and do things on my own,to
cross the line and not be afraid to
face the great unknown.
The time has come to make the
change and put things in the past,
do all the things I want to do,
and feel free at last.
Colleen Marie Bono
I will “seek and find,” and not wait any longer.
I am coming to The Father
I am calling a new beginning ,
for a new opportunity,
No longer sinning, I’m starting a new beginning
Moving on, moving on now I’m stronger, I am strong
Moving from something and from someone
In the most positive light,
444
“I have arrived,” “I have arrived,”
“I have arrived,” “I have arrived,”
“My time has come“
“My time has come.”.” In other words, your hard work has finally paid off.
444
I have arrived, I have arrived
In the most positive light, I have arrived
Moving on now strong, I have arrived, I have arrived
444
My time has come, I’m now truly alive
I have arrived, I have arrived
In Number 444
I am alive, I have arrived
In number 444
Moving on my time has come
My time has come
I am alive, I have arrived
Hallelujah I am alive, I have arrived
Hallelujah, 444 my time has come
My hard work has finally paid off
Now I am truly alive, I am alive, I have arrived
I have arrived
4/13/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
My time has come... my time has come
To rise and meet the day.
In hope the woe that follows me
Has been lost and gone astray.
As I have a desperate need to make amends
To burnish up my life.
And fight those fiendish hounds from Hell
Who wish from me another mortal slice.
My time has come... my time has come
To accomplish many things.
And make such time that I have left
Worthy to stir an Angel's heart to sing.
But time has never been kind to me
So I must wrestle with its claws.
In hopes to usurp a brief respite
And further hamper Nature's laws.
My time has come... my time has come
To seek out and find my Son.
And tell him of the pride I feel
Before my time is done.
And pray he may forgive me
For my many foolish ways.
And gather about him the memories
Of my hope for better days.
My time has come... my time has come
To further count the cost.
Where my spirit soars to right past wrongs
And find dear friends whom I have lost.
As I hope to find sweet salvation
Tucked within their warm embrace.
And with their help, a fervent desire to sample
A smattering of God's eternal Grace.
My time has come... my time has come
To settle up my debts.
As it is time to pay the piper
And surrender to the One I most respect.
So with one last thought of tasks undone,
My mortal corpse I shed.
For as you see... my time has come...
I now lie here cold and dead.
The time has come for all of us to face our worse fears
When this day has all of us in tears,
I tell myself this to shall pass
All the time in the world could never have it last,
Her time on earth is drawing near
Because once she is gone it will all become so clear,
It is hard to believe we have lost one of our own
Due to the fact we have always been left alone,
Death has not came to visit us in all these years
Was it luck or just the fact we were always full of cheer,
Times were good and sad as we grew older
But, now we are faced with a place that is a little bit colder,
Our sister is the one whom will endure this test first
Is this life or have we all of a sudden been cursed,
No death is part of the agreement when we are first born
Even though it hurts like hell we can't be torn,
We who are left have to try and carry on
Cause sooner or later the next number will be drawn,
The cycle will continue with out a doubt
Maybe our whole life that is what god was trying to teach us about.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2009
Time Has Come
Unnoticed passing
Gracefully return to earth
Not a sound is heard
Though the time has come
To say good bye
The bond we share
Will never die.
You were my friend
Yet so much more
You walked on two
I ran on four.
You touched my heart
And made me feel
A simple love
I knew was real.
You blessed my life
With your loving care
And when I needed you most
You were always there.
I want you to know
That I’m still here
I live in your heart
And I’m always near.
I’m the warm sun
Brightening your day
I’m the gentle breeze
Chasing your blues away.
My spirit is a snowflake
Dancing to the ground
You can feel my presence
In the silence all around.
Though the time has come
To say good bye
I continue to live
In the vast blue sky.
This poem was written for a very special Rottweiler named Nakita, who touched the hearts of
many with her beautiful smile and strong attitude. Due to cancer, on October 30, 2009 her
owners were forced to make that dreadful decision. Having had to make that dreadful
decision myself back in 1998, I felt their pain and wrote this poem. I then placed placed the
poem on a picture of Nakita in photoshop. I blew the picture poem up to an 8x10 and gave
it to Nakita's owners. It was a gift that made them cry, but also touched their hearts!
The time has come to forsake folly
To close the door on strands of memory
To bid farewell to fickle friendship
And cast away the silly stone
This time I am the eagle in the sky alone
No word of regret upon my lip
I am the tempered steel, stronger for the fire
More beautiful for desire
And nothing can go awry
In the bosom of love all works good
I work for nothing then
The time has come to forsake folly
Sing great horizon, I forgave your folly
Sing desert mirage you are only memory
This steel aint nothing yet
But whatsoever it becomes will be hard
As light pressing on my face
Through the pores of fractal glass.
The time has come and folly is no more
If the deli seems smelly
and the fast food tastes rude
The time has come
to cook your own food
A piece of advice
ere you begin
Scrub and clean all the cookware
before the ingredients go in
Behold the enemy before our gates
Who deign to slit our throats like sheep this day.
The time has come; our destiny awaits.
We kill or die. There is no other way.
Beside us stand our wives and family
Whose fate, along with ours, is joined as one.
For if we falter, they will never see
Again, the rising of another sun.
The trumpet sounds, we stand as one to fight;
With thrust of spear and pike, with steel and stone,
With sweep of sword and taut-strung arrow’s flight
Our foes shall reap the evil they have sown.
E’en unto death, give all you have to give,
Yet do not fight to die, but fight to live.
September 22, 2020
Through the early stages of my life I have been baffled of my gift and, the meaning of my purpose. Not knowing the paths to take or, the roads to travel; I suddenly became unfocused. Leading to a world of destruction and, desolation my chances of being great was none. Focusing on the only thing pleasing to me; having fun.
Having that gut-wrenched feeling within my heart and soul, that I’m destined for more than I’m applying! Yielding to the evil spirit thoughts,
Which has oppressed me; until there’s no denying?
Crying within myself asking for someone’s assistance, digging deep within my thoughts, praying for more persistence. Then suddenly! A voice calling my name saying, not to fear. For I the Lord has heard your cry! And, now I am here. I have been with you since the day of your birth, and only I know the extent of your worth.
I only allowed you to endure the things you’ve gone through in the past to show you the depths of your heart.
How I’ve created you to care and, love from the very start.
You have endured and sustained a great deal only the things you’re meant to bare. And have quite a testimony to share.
But now the time has expired and, I must truly say; Job well done.
Arise and live my child!
For Your Time Has Come!
By William, T Murphy.