Best Timed Poems
Life is a timed dish
love pain sorrow tastes lie in
greater or lesser
Categories:
timed, life,
Form:
Haiku
time
NOTICES GIVEN HERE © Tanka 57577
Notice given here
Written for this one time sake
It’s not yours alone
Do not take this space for granted
Share in twos’ given to chance
And see if time is allotted!
time
COGED WHEELS! © TANKA 57577
Mounting cogs grasp time
A Sprocket wheel turns about
No lost hours inside
Ticking sounds coming alive
Giving ‘rights’ to time split lines!
time
WHEELS AND COGS! © TANKA 57577
Interlocked ‘tables’ set
Seconds, minutes, hours ‘taken’
Timed feedings correct
When wheeled settings are cog-fitted
Catching time on the dotted line!
time
SECONDS, MINUTES, TO HOURS © TANKA
Seconds into hours
Interlocking work inside
Ticks a correct beat
Forever telling us to wake
Sleep, eat, play and be merry!
Categories:
timed, time,
Form:
Tanka
A Timed-View (A Haiku)
GOD Turns A Sun-Dial
Deeper Blue To Indigo
First Star Starts To Smile
Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Categories:
timed,
Form:
Haiku
Cloudless sky at dusk
Gradient sunset fades black
Our pace was perfect
Categories:
timed, autumn, light, sun,
Form:
Haiku
My hybrid beauty, Sutter's Gold
Your scent so sweet, your colors bold
There could not be a fairer rose.
Most perfect petals now are those.
Your leaves are green and fresh, unbitten.
You follow every rose rule written.
You are your perfect best today
With the rose show still three weeks away!
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With the rose show still three weeks away
You are your perfect best today.
You follow every rose rule written,
Your leaves are green and fresh, unbitten.
Most perfect petals now are those.
There could not be a fairer rose.
Your scent so sweet, your colors bold,
My hybrid beauty, Sutter's Gold.
For Matt Caliri's " Write a Backwards Poem" Contest won 3rd place
Categories:
timed, naturerose, green, rose,
Form:
Couplet
go out in the field with that
helmeted Go-Pro and press the button,
not that little clearing beside the building
but the field as wide as it is far, far out
look up and stream the dark washed sky
times elapsed in fusioned milky light
watch it arc across the chilled, stubbled field
the cold sparks beautifully splayed across
turn it over now - a bit further, roll over,
refocus, look down close at the loam laid on
set the time-lapse for lengthening days
and watch your shadow pass below you
see the seed casing crack open and
seedlings rise to first season of life
toward the now brightened sky above
listen to the cells elongate springing
against gravity to push away to up, up
sit up, or stand and raise the gaze farther
the slow pan of growth, Jacked up stalk through
sky and clouds to see what's so big up there
© Goode Guy 2015-03-11
Categories:
timed, change, nature, spring,
Form:
Free verse
An Ill-Timed Game
Some people never know a thing called Kairos.
Before we bat an eye, it’s taken from us.
We seem to be on time and miss the boat.
If it’s important to be said, just make a note
because the moment that we move our mouths to talk
the call will drop and all good thoughts are lost.
When the mood is right and feelings are so strong
in a nanosecond something will go wrong.
Some have tried to beat an ill-timed game of life.
Stop and think how much they need it to play right.
Kairos is the dream that looms way out ahead.
Stumbling blocks and interruptions rule instead.
If we could find our proper place to be
fated timing might just work for us, agree?
7/24/18
In the Moment of Time Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
timed, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
An untimely tortoise was tap tap tapping on a bright pink table cloth. But table cloths are neither clever clowns, cooing cows canoodling, and neither are they chorus clapping crabs in a line up displayed on a holographic pole.
Systematic signage shrink then? Yes. Well whoopee and how very very exciting too. IT is to be non existent if one constantly places a brain into a swamp or a mind's view into a piece of a log. Section then multiply the baking trays for they are often in disarray and become very annoyed and then refuse to preform even the simplest of boiling duties with a grin. A gruel grin.
Strong is a ship sail and a ship's sail is a Sophocles in a cloud. Whirling.
And now all that is said it is time to dance around the kitchen.
Good.
X Y Z.
Categories:
timed,
Form:
The ticking of the clocks made me snap.
Their constant teasing,
Slowing down,
Speeding up.
Tick tock,
Tick tock.
Going on and on
"We're losing time" they scream
But really,
Time doesn't exist,
Clocks do.
We have been programmed to run on something that doesn't exist
"In enough time..." I'll go insane.
In enough time, of course
But if time doesn't exist,
Then I'll never lose my sanity.
Or maybe,
Just maybe,
I never had any.
Categories:
timed, anxiety, how i feel,
Form:
There's fog over the valley,
the river's running high,
Thunder's rolling from the east
through a darkening sky.
The ev'ning comes in hazy
for one moment of time,
Moving through the shades of grey
trapped in this heart of mine.
Candlelight starts flickering
in sullen breezes soft,
Bringing chills to youthful dreams
kept hidden in a loft.
Along forgotten waysides
are roads no longer signed,
They hold on to lives gone by
and mem'ries left behind.
Faces in the shadows deep
can barely hold a smile,
They await the light of day
not seen in quite awhile.
Chimes echo from an old clock
when two hands are aligned,
Ever sounding through the years
for heartbeats never timed.
Categories:
timed, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Summer deals its first hand
no bluffing behind her eyes
depression heated to irritating comfortless
catching tunes upon the air
that haunt from summered pasts
the clink of ice on crystal
Mowers scream from close by
a yapped chorus bites the air
the haze lifting from cement
for a moment ripples reality
then a falling wind chills
with the burning shadows
of anything stopping the sun's stretch
Categories:
timed, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Please be advised, my Seconds are weighed in gold,
Therefore, comprehend, my Minutes in diamonds are sold,
Be warned, my Hours, as a commodity, are priceless all told,
A Day, A Whole Day, a value I hardly dare pronounce,
But for you, this Day, the next Day all Days are yours,
This I am proud to announce.
Categories:
timed, love,
Form:
Free verse
Time wends, stutters, stalls.
Time was when it flew.
Timeless are the dead stars
timed to the last moment
are the living.
Man is a faceless clock
on a blank wall.
In time, the deaf
tell the blind to see.
Categories:
timed, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A quarter of a century, A life I have lived..What have
I learned? Ah, but life. A life full of adventure,
dissapointments, turns, and curves; life and death, joys
and tears.. I have pressed on- Through all the best,
and all the strife. How did I make it here? But
through one day at a time from one at a time.. I took
one stair. Climbing ever steadily up the stairs of
time; I have grown ever more each second through this
life. By every motion of my steps, I will continue to
climb through every obstacle my Lord has beckoned.
Whether easy or hard..I press on- For that moment
never lasts; It is just a matter of time- Until my
Lord calls me home forever from all endeavors of
evil..To rest in peace eternally- All steps have now
passed.
Categories:
timed, devotion, faith, life, time,
Form:
Bio
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Categories:
timed, anxiety, courage, forgiveness, senses,
Form:
Free verse