Best Time Machine Poems
Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.
TIME MACHINE
We always try to build a TARDIS,
in thinking we would look the smartest.
But then, who's time would we travel in,
with a choice for dimensional spin.
A fragrance can take us back in time,
or a perfect shade, or taste of lime.
Our famed music is a time machine,
in compositions from Bach to Queen.
We recognize how to bring time to a halt,
by following our bliss in things we exalt.
New experiences will let us foresee,
advancing in time with our visions to be.
The Hubble is a magical eye on time,
to take the photographs of our one verse rhyme.
A brief look backwards beginning now to then,
or from nothing to something and back again.
Our future is such addictive dope,
we read in tea leaves or horoscope.
We expect we are aware with ESP,
and predict in life what's meant to be.
We're back in time with old photographs,
that mark pasts, in graphic epitaphs.
A sound will transport us to a place,
with one vibration we've moved in space.
We future trek with our imaginations,
because we see forward with our creations.
In our minds eye, we consider and admire,
with envisioned futures of our hearts desire.
By TARDIS, DeLorean, or a Quantum Leap,
Tesseract, CERN, and our Visions in sleep.
Through a Wormhole or the traces of a déjà vu,
the past and the future, are present with you.
By Edlynn Nau
©June 23, 2016
In the midst of my sweet childhood days
I came across a gorgeous machine.
It was known by different names
But I called it my time machine.
A big roar, heard in the beginning
When I watchfully switched it to life.
I was in the middle of a battle
Fought around a century ago.
People, people running all around
Fighting without a reason I know.
Roars of victory and screams in fear
I failed to grasp their different tongue.
Back of horses, on the elephants
They fought a battle unlike to me.
Scenes of horror and bloodshed I saw
Closing my eyes I pressed the button.
Quiet different scenes I opened
In a beautiful well-furnished room
Witnessing an intense private scene
The meaning I couldn't comprehend.
It was surely in someone’s bedroom
Possibly a newly wedded one
Doing in light, should be in the dark
I changed the scene pressing the button.
Different images flashes in front
Again fallen to a battle field
Alien I was and alien it is
People around and the way they fight.
It was in a different planet
Rounding around a bright little star.
They are different and their weapons
Even the light different from us.
Then I decided to check the options
Of this marvelous magic machine.
It can crop centuries to an hour
And can extend an hour to a year.
It takes you to places in a blink
Even to somewhere outside the earth
To the new cities, towns or villages
And the deepest forest or the sea.
While I was admiring the machine
A clear loud rumble came from my back.
Not from the machine sitting in front
It was from the real world where I live.
‘Switch of the TV, go to your room
To complete the homework, remaining’
My father is strict and to be obeyed
But I will come back, dear time machine!
Honorable Mention in STRAND SPECIAL 7 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
if only i can turn back time,
i could save all my dimes,
pass my tests,
find all my lost items .
see everything thats left,
right behind.
if only i had not been so foolish,
my popularity would take a huge leap,
if i can turn back time,
i would turn it to all the times
that i have been happy,
and not those which are so sappy.
if only if i had a time machine.
If there could be a magic hill
to take me back in time
I'd find out who discovered rhythm -
who invented rhyme,
and who created melody
and harmony sublime,
or ensemble's and orchestra's
sweet sounding paradigm.
Their names engraved in some lost cave -
if it were not a crime,
I'd happily explore such cave,
such hill I'd gladly climb,
to know those who so gifted us,
and sound a grateful chime.
After years of thorough research
Total secret from Christian Church
Friends and family have no idea
I invented a perfect panacea
Crafted malleable Time Machine
No one on Earth could have foreseen
Anneal and temper machine was built
To facilitate life -- lived to the hilt
You want to go back in time with me ?
Heed the rules and then we'll see
Can’t change the past, nor save Lincoln
Not the purpose if that’s your thinking
The warp of time starts from the heart
You'll feel the change when we depart
Enclosure fits two, no more can go
Both make amends no quid pro quo
Now press the button, pull on my Vandyke
On that brave moment super nova shall strike
Abscond, attempt to destroy temporal might
Your angst will build walls no more, in flight
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Author's Note
This is Part I of an ongoing series that also,
and eventually, ties into the Templar Knight
series involving the protagonist Sir Thomas
de Charney.
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I hand over the bank notes - the box I take home
A flat pack tech gadget wrapped up in white foam
I peel open the packing - my keenness obscene
To lay out and make up my new time machine
I look at the pieces - feel ill and confused
Some look rather old - some look quite misused
The box should be mint - instead it's been torn
The branding is tired - the printing is worn
The instruction's in Swedish - the picture's unclear
This thing-gummy-doodah - screw there or glue here?
A few bits left over - a few bits amiss
I'm losing my patience along with my wits
It doesn't look perfect - I hope it will do
I sit in the cockpit - time travel debut
I dial in year zero - an interesting time
I arrive at last week - a paradox crime
In anger and sadness I pack the gizmo
I take back my purchase to reclaim my dough
With box under arm I storm into the shop
My future receipt slammed down counter top
There isn't a problem - my money's returned
They know that in practice it's really a loan
The box is repaired and returned to the shelf
And next week they sell to my good future self
Rewritten 16th April 2017
Entry to "Jamie's interesting contest 2 - travel back in time topic"
I travel through time.
Into infinity.
Alone.
Endlessly alone.
For ever more.
This time machine is not just for one. The time stream can hold anyone. But me and you
might make it through safe and unharmed.
Don't close the door when you're running for the place you've already belonged. I'm not
the one whom you'd shut upon the door that leads up to day one.
Don't look back down to the here and now because the streaming has already begun.
Will you take my hand and stay till the end with me just this once?
We're starting again. We're building a plan that can save us from the start. We can
prevent our love from within from pulling completely apart.
She lays you down in bed
As you start to fall asleep
She stares at your face
While you start to dream
She rubs your head
In the motion of a stream,
As you finally dose
She looks at your eyes
You are now on an adventure
Searching in the skies.
The woman I speak of
Is also called mom
She makes sure you are happy
From dusk until dawn
She never gets mad
Over a mess of your toys
She doesn’t overact
When you make a lot of noise
The clock spins around
As time passes by
This young baby girl
Is now in Junior High,
More independent she stands
At this time in her life
She is starting to figure out
What’s wrong and what’s right
Although this is true
Her mother is still there
To comfort her in need
And stroke at her hair
The clock jumps again
To when the girl is eighteen
By this time in life
It is the world she has seen
Starting to pay bills
And live a bit free
Her mom is still there
Standing a bit back
But showing she still cares,
A few months pass
While the girl must engage
Not meaning a wedding
But walking a stage
This young adult
Is going to finish cool
As she grabs her diploma
And graduates high school
She feels so happy
To hold it in her hand
But way deep inside
This girl cannot hide
She know she would not be here
Without her mom by her side
She runs up to hug her
While down fall the tears
The clock has now skipped
A few more years
This girl is now twenty
Almost twenty-one
By the time her mom reads this
School will be done
The girls name is Brandi
I’m not talking about wine
The great name above
Is actually mine
My mom is my power
She keeps my head strong
She backs me up
Even when I’m in the wrong
Her name is Cindy
But I call her mom
This poem is for her
Because she is the bomb
The Poem was written by,
Brandi Nichole Hodgson
"Time Machine"
Nocturnal Writer started his stroke rhythm
With a knowledgeable mellifluous realism
Hoping that he can find the perfect harmony
That might lead him to the beauty of serendipity
Suddenly a picture drops that causes interruption
The writer stops and his mind is in mode of distraction
He saw the picture iof him and the girl she loved
That ferocious moment makes him suddenly glare above
He close his eyes and feels empty handed
That moment makes him hopeless and unguided
His tears fall and loneliness occupy his heart
And after that the flashback start
"I remember the day when i first met her"
"In a park during a cold rainy weather"
"She's standing in front of a blossoming tree"
"Enjoying the rain and running free"
"I look at you smiling and you smiled back"
"You convinced me to join you and follow the track"
"That day I realized that happiness is a choice"
"While noticing your face and your angelic voice"
"I don't know where I got this feeling"
"When I'm with you its genuinely heartwarming"
"You get your phone and took a selfie with me"
"And that symbolizes our mutual feeling symmetry"
"A month ago You and I become friends"
"On that time I want us to be more than friends"
"But you confess me a very shocking story"
"That you'll be leaving soon and you will leave me"
From that moment the writer tears fall slowly
As he reminiscing a painful heartbreaking story
But he remember the girl's word and advice after saying sorry
"That everything will come to their proper places eventually"
After that the writer realizes that he created a time machine
That brought back the joyful and painful scene
He continued to write again and learned his lesson at last
That you can never say hi to your future if you can't say bye to your past.
My memories provide a time machine -
I shut my eyes, through time I quickly fly.
I'm taken back to when I was thirteen
to navigate the maze of Junior High.
I see a photograph and now I'm thirty;
a week or two since having our first child.
Still learning how to change him when he's dirty
then time zips by; now HE is thirty - wild!
I find myself wishing I could go back
to right some wrongs and unsay words I'd said.
Hug loved ones or seek wisdom that I lack;
to love my parents more on their deathbed.
But two things I would not change in my life:
My faith in God, or marrying my wife.
written 20 Aug 2020
I set the date
Hope I am not too late
To save some souls
From chilly fate
The year of our Lord
Dial one nine, one two
From my home-based lab
After locking in-situ
A gyro spins
A crackle, a flash
I land on the deck
With a terrible crash
Oh souls that surround me
Running here and around
Never notice my vehicle
Though designed to astound
The floor is now jaunty
My breath like fresh mist
The critical moment I fear
I have missed
Make fast to the lifeboats
Although they are few
I frantically seek out
The captain and crew
"You can double the numbers.."
I cry with a shout
It's too late for they're pushing
The final boat out
I reach for my notepad
Complete these last lines
'Crisp bright morning air
Yet the darkest of times'
A note to myself
Set my machine now to 'home'
So she whirrs and she crackles
Takes instructions, alone
My vain hope is she
Meets me in an earlier state
An inventor incumbent
To change the course of this fate
Now my destiny sealed
By dark ice of the sea
As resigned I join singing;
Nearer My God to Thee
Fast forward to now
Deep-sea divers explore
The old shipwreck is claimed
By the ocean once more
Yet a mystery beckons
Cameras peer through the grime
Uncatalogued cargo
Out of luck, out of time
1989 party time
1990 lisa will you be mine
1991 we haven so much fun
1992 it was only me and you
1993 javante came to me
1994 it was hard core
1995 we still alive
1996 we had our on cliques
1997 party "24 7"
1998 we got paid
1999 davon came right on time
2000 big move
2001 9/11
2002 work
2003 lisa still with me
2004 working
2005 reggie is all the way live
2006 we still the ____
2007 working hard
2008 promise
2009 to 5
2010 down to the wire
whats missing?
ABUJAS TIME MACHINE
We do recall the day Abuja
arrived in a strange flying machine
claimed to have created da ding..
landed at the caffe near..
our lecture halls...
Abuja took some permanent markers-
wrote some gibberish on the wall..
alluding to a malfunction of his-
time machine..the professor came
out to witness crazy Abuja antics
Abuja enters the caff e.. snatches
a newspaper from a lady..eating
chicken... Bujas claimed he could via..
his time machine read the next
months newspaper... abuja predicts-
the funny part..he is a bomb expert
now...trying to stop one from going
kaboom.. in the near future.
according to Bujas as hes fondly named
the machine would stop ze bomb from...
going kaboom..ze future is here bombs-
have gone kaboom but none where...
bujas stood, we are safe bujas neutralized
the kaboom...from ze terrorist..
and to you who will make ze time machine
know our abujas has already traveled
to the future.. we not sure we like him..
messing our future..bujas-
Hopping on his machines the wrong way...
did a hair rising crazy stunt... did i see
a television chute in his contraption...
he flew back to wherever he comes from
its undisputed bujas is crazy,
but its not disputed hes very intelligent..
Mwanoo young buja..
the crazy inventor of our time..
Abuja of the time machine fame..
Abuja - the proffesa frowned....
and ordered us back to our lecture
halls... who knows what he do next..
Lewis k Nyaga