Best Timetime Poems


Wasted Time?

Another year passes, those days are all gone
I think of time wasted, and know there was none

For those moments I sat, idle and still
Preserved me from feeling over the hill
They gave me the strength to get on my way
And do things I should have done yesterday

All the times that I stood, and quietly listened
To friends of mine, who’ve thought, "it’s the end"
Is time I’ll get back, with interest you see
When they stop and listen, to what troubles me

Each peaceful moment, with nothing to do
I'll spend admiring the glorious view
Back down the year, the milestones laid
The things I've achieved and memories made

The time is not lost, it's carefully measured
Stored in my mind, and forever treasured

Premium Member The Key

Since my birth time has been pesent, fluid, tapping its flat feet in the shadows
Clueless was I as to its definition, or what its relevance was to life
Yet, I recall the joy of rainy days free of grown- up worry and strife
Being quite shy, I'd daydream; gazing blue skies and hanging out windows

Then suddenly, I turned and things changed!  And I came to face the culprit 
Time! It made me abandon my childhood; I was forced to leave behind my toys
Only Christmas celebrations and story books seem to bring me endless joy!
How I'd brood over doing homework of subjects I found non-descript!

In hindsight, all life meets Time on its terms, as it is, "The Ageless Wonder"!
Forever moving; impervious to class or stature; faster now, and I'm in a daze!
A consummate stalker it is, yet, leaving definite trails on each face!
'Is Time charged to monitor dreams'?  Is a question I often ponder

I imagine, at creation Time stood as the key which opens and shuts all doors!
Seemingly built into all God's creatures maintaining order and strictest balance 
Time was and has been a true instrument of God’s awesome power and prevalence
In a world where egos are gigantic and many want their share and more

Premium Member It's Time

(Monotetra)


Time just arrives, and time just goes.
And leaves right under our noses.
Time is made of, all memories.
And it just flows, and it just flows.

There is no time for us to lose.
With time we can never presume.
Time bring us happiness or gloom.
And time resumes, and time resumes.

Time can be sad, time can be fun.
And fills hours right under the sun.
Without time nothing can be done.
And we can't run,and we can't run.

Time is yest'rday, time is today.
And time is here for you and me.
Accept it, there's nothing to do.
Time is to stay, time is to stay.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010


June,16,2010


Premium Member Defining Time

We are all children held tight in the arms of time
As it passes we must learn to grow and then read the sign

Eventually time becomes master to us all
For one-day father time will be making his final call

Wrinkles come with wisdom we earn over the years
They glorify our laughter and they signify our tears

Time is the one thing that can break down the most vain
They say time has the ability to heal any pain

Time is forever it is as vast as the sky
You will never defeat time no matter how hard you try

Spend your life living and cherishing the time you have got
Because one day your time on earth will end, like it or not

These final words that I pen are the swish of my sword
Time is a living entity we all know as the Lord 


For Brian's contest

Eternity Road

Outside my window 
cars are rushing by
      Inside my window
life is rushing by 
     Vote for eternity!
Let the savage howls 
     of the multitude 
  fade in your mind
        Now is the time 
for you to escape
   I'll join you 
   we'll need a getaway car
and a heavy sense of peace
    I believe we can 
    journey to a better place
if we join hands 
      before dawn breaks
we'll have escaped
     the onrush of time 
Learn to live peacefully 
     blissfully unaware of 
       the world's troubles
  Seeking shelter from the storm
we'll find the perfect spot 
   Somewhere in the distance 
  Eternity road beckons 
   Let's not be too late 
    to answer its call

Birds Told Us the Time

Four black birds sitting in a row.
Came to tell us it was her time to go.

Grandmom had seen them sitting on the line.
And wondered what their purpose was at the time.

She came to the waiting room and said that four birds
Kept flying to her with chirping messages their words.

They flew to her four times, each one trying to speak.
And all this time our loved one was growing very weak.

Slowly the clock made it to four.
And we were all sitting there watching the door.

We finally heard footsteps coming across the floor.
And the doctor told us our loved one had left us at four!

We then knew that these four birds had been sent
To tell us of our loved one's going before she went.


Tick -Tick -Tick --Oops

Oh for the time to find time,
And understand it’s demand on me if I can,
Let it be understood that if I could I would,
But the subject is much pursued and misconstrued.

You see before I wrote I began to dote on time this time.
And knew that when I would finally view.. my words,
It would be the future it would…or should..
That was in the past and as you see it did not last,

So in the past the future was yet to be here, I fear,
That past crashed which is evident in the words I've spent.
As I write, this thought arises that I fight,
That this present line in time will pass and quite fast.

That past is behind and the present will be in kind ,
And it too just passed but pay that no mind,
Because this last line passed that was once the future and did not last,
And soon this poem’s written future will end.. Ain’t that a gas? - Oops, it passed !

Time

Tic Tac goes the clock
And time don’t rewind 
So don’t waste time
because you only  have One time to shine.
Make your light be so bright that not even
The darkest night darken your inner light.
© M. Alejo  Create an image from this poem.

Shore of Time

By the shore, the sun now sets.
Here I stand, but time forgets
Standing, looking upon the sea
Will time be my enemy?

Memories flood from way back when
My head now filled of now and then
Some good, some bad, but all are mine
If only now, I had the time.

Whoa, to be able to one day return
Go back to the days for which I yearn
The life of love, I shared back then
Then, all my love, to you I’d send.

But, here is the now, present and still
No chance to go back, except for the will.
I have that want, so maybe you’ll see
A better tomorrow may come back to me.

Forty-Five Minutes and I'M Way Ahead of You This Time.

Thirty minutes later. Two a.m. and I'm still here, I haven't forgotten......




Thirty minutes, tears are racing, creating clock hands that point to the edge of my chin,
trembling, my bones point only to the end and you, you're more than


thirty minutes late.



Screaming, I'm slashing my heart to bits, forty minutes now you've been screaming.


Forty minutes later, you've broken, me, I'm well aware of what happens to mothers..


postpartum...


and I paid for you, I paid for you for twenty-seven months and forty-five minutes


late


is only slightly too much for me to


bear.




You're not accepting this, your eyes are popping, Dear, there's blood dripping from your
glances and for


seventeen minutes and 17 days I've been twisting us into nothing while you've smiled at
me, I've been writing the truth that will shut you down...


you're illiterate, you're criss-crossing my statements into lies and my letters are
running from you...


they've been running for months now, back into my mouth to feel the safety of my tongue until


I kiss you


forty-five minutes


late.



Your steps are tick-tocking and Edger Allen Poe couldn't have saved us, underneath the
floorboards at night while I feel the insanity of time...


attack


what's left of me,


you're not doing this this time around, you're late and I'm trapped inside Tuesday, but
it's March now, Dear, and the years since we first kissed are counting themselves to four,
I'm serious about the edges that I've been sanding past midnight, I've saved the sawdust
for you


so you can eat the corners of me


next time your mouth opens, I've saved


myself


twenty-seven months


and thirty minutes


late


but I figure, as the words dance, frightened, on my tongue, at least I'm here


at least I'm thirty minutes ahead


of you.

Flaming Dart

The seconds turn to hours, and the days turn to years
Oh what must I do to stop the aging.
I need to grow, and let go of my fears
I see the clock's pendulum swing, as time has begun fading.
They say with time comes wisdom, but I say its untrue
for the more I progress I feel to fall apart,
I wish I knew everything then I'd know what to do
I see death coming for me, like a flaming dart.
I remember being told that I would live forever
but those were the days when I was naive,
eternal and a fulfilling life, that is my endeavor.
plese tell me why, my dear youth, why must you leave?
So as long as my heart beats, and my lungs breathe,
This life I go on living,
I sure do hope to succeed.

Premium Member Thinking

In the absence of imagination 
I have been devoid of inspiration. 
Caught in life's cog of constant 
activity and no time to think. 

I pause a while and ponder the past. 
This is a time of reflection. 
Today I stopped, but so much has 
passed me by.  I wonder why it is so? 

Where does the time go? How can we know 
if we are right or wrong in our choices? 
Is the voice of intuition always right; 
speaking so loudly, yet always out of sight. 

The concept of time is a strange one. 
The concept of life stranger still! 
Gamboling down slopes of happiness 
then trudging up another hill. 

Strange how in the memory the good 
always prevails. Strange that hurt can 
fade as rainbows; prisms of perfection 
in only stormy skies. Now I think of 

the 'weather' of existence; 
times of icy misery; foggy thoughts, 
sunny hope; snow covered mountains of uncertainty; 
the summer serenity of sureness so seldom seen.   

And here we are approaching winter again. 
Where did the seasons go?  I missed them; 
always busy,imagination absent, caught in life's' 
cog of activity and no time to think.

Forgotten Old Chair...

Dusty lonely antique chair
lost your lustre modern fare
whittled wooden hardback saddle
broken wheeled tipping mantle

Covering floor with aged graces
missing party interfaces
one time sat a master...mistress,
now forgotten sitting listless

What accounts you must bestow
stories written young and old
ledgers full of erudition,
...alphabetic composition

Once a time of well oiled use
forgotten,time has made recluse....

Premium Member Good Bye Summer

GOOD BYE SUMMER




Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you really must go

say Good bye, summer, good bye!


Well, it's the middle of September;

I’m just tired of you and your heat.

Oh, I hate to rush you, but you can’t

stay




Repeat Refrain


Now, autumn and winter,

Might hate it if you stay here too long,

One shake and we'll part, and you'd better 

get going, although you served a purpose.



Final Refrain:


Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you  really must go

Good bye, summer, good bye!
© John Long  Create an image from this poem.

Sanctuary

Sometimes I have an impulse to scream.
I’m so approachable, contactable –
Email, mobile, in person –
Is there any time that’s mine?
Do I need any silence?
Thinking time?
Control?
Self-control?
All is static.
I’m drowning in the silent noise of my mind.
Consumed everyday,
Everyday details consume me.
Could I take some time?
Some time to breathe?
Does time want its quiet second or two?
I know I make my choices,
I choose the way I live.
Yet I feel I’m captive;
Not captivated as I should be.
I could love time if I didn’t hate it so.
I want to love time,
Not run from it afraid for my sanity.
I feel safest where I’m in control.
Even if I know I’m never truly in control.
Time is not an intimate love,
Nor at peace like the brother I’ve never known.
Should I continue to run from insanity?
Or can I learn that time is a sanctuary?
© Debbie Lee  Create an image from this poem.

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