Best Tock Poems
To all of us
Who have lost someone
To all of us who have lost something
A void, emptiness
A feeling of the no more
And nevermore
To those of us
Who never got a chance
To say I love you
Or I’m sorry
Or I care
To those of us who thought
There would be a tomorrow
Or a next time
To those of us who wish for yesterday
To relay the feelings of today
I say this to you
Do not wait for tomorrow
For what can be said today
Do let pride steal your chance
Do not dream of what you want
Do not wait for anything
To confess what you want to say
Tick Tock
It’s a race against the clock
Time is nothing but a fuse that burns
Convey your thoughts to those you love
For otherwise an empty heart yearns
Empty and unsaid
Thoughts of love
Fall silent upon the ears of the dead
Think about it !
Eric (and sometimes not)
i look at the walls around me
bootleg-moonshine shadows dancing
a waltz atop nighttide's stage
yet i am empty of my own emotion
alone, covered in reflections of us.
i still smell your scent
linger in every deep breath
within this humid air
and i choke up another piece of me
as the hands of time rape me
of all my colored thoughts
i now dream in black and white
in a room dressed the same.
the clock laughs in seconds
mocking raindrops on rooftops
my eyes cry the same tune
over and over again
as time becomes my enemy
i can almost hear your footsteps
tracing the stairs, approaching me
they fill the voids within my heart,
momentarily, yet it beats no more for love
than the clock on the wall,
it's just there the same
tick tock, tick tock...
memories fade with night
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Sandra Adams 9/11/13
In my clock, I hear tickery tock
It just stopped! No tick tock from my clock
Oh my dear tick tock box
Now I fear there's a fox
In my tickery tockery clock
A sly fox in your dear tick tock box?
Oh my gosh, I can see his striped socks!
Well a stinky striped sock
could put germs in my clock
and cause tickery tockery pox.
"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality,
narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments
and fine components of your final days." (last stanza of Heather Ober's "Clocks")
A brand new day
Tick tock tick tock
You grow, you learn
You take that walk
To get your fine diploma
Fond friends get left behind
Blink one eye
To keep a tear at bay
Tick tock tick tock
You get a job
Or first you go to college
Find a mate and settle down
Tick tock tick tock
Surprises come
So soon your first child’s prom!
Blink both your eyes
Try not to cry
Tick tock tick tock
A grandchild’s birth
And then a whole lot more
Folks you used to know
Have passed away
Tick tock tick tock
Blink back those tears
Of joy and pride
And also tears of pain
Tick tock tick tock
Changes happen
For the good and for the bad
You must adapt
Or fade. . . . . .
Tick tock tick tock
Sit back in your recliner
And simply close your weary eyes
There will be no more tears
To blink away
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Tick tock, tick tock, the sound of the clock
A constant reminder that time never stops
There must be something that can be done
To slow down the time, how quickly it runs
From seconds to minutes to hours then days
Calendars form an unsolvable maze
Tick tock tick tock, I'm taking stock
How much is wasted, how much is forgot
I must contribute before it's too late
Do something beneficial and not hesitate
So much can be done in so little time
But I must get moving, hands starting to climb
Tick tock tick tock, There's no roadblock
I can't slow the time by watching the clock
I twiddle my thumbs and constantly *****
Waiting for others to flip their switch
Then criticize them without lending a hand
Sleepwalking in daylight just shuffling the sand
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...
crepitus announces itself annoyed
at my impudence as I climb the stairs
it speaks the language of stop, I don't
flatulence trumpets my presence
luckily no one is hear to breathe deep
another dead language of age
the sounds of decomposition make me smile
for even they can fill a blank page
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Tick, tock, tick, tock, goes the sound of my clock
I am waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for time to expend
Never have I known time to go so slowly
Exhilarated! The subject of my tormented dreams will appear
Miles separate, but wires, contaminated with the sweet whispers of our lips
Fingers touch keys and memories of silk ignite the flame of passion
O clock on the wall! Why extend my eagerness to be fulfilled
Time! Why is it you seem to stand still, but still
I am waiting, waiting, waiting
My love, please fulfill?
Tick tock
The clock is ticking
And the world is moving
Can you imagine
How fast can the time be
today
Tick tock
My head is ringing
And my problems is stopping
But my ending
Is just a beginning
Today
Tick tock
I am waiting for tomorrow
Unsure of awaiting sorrow
This time I had borrow
Will never return to me
Again
Tick tock
The clock is ticking
And the world is moving
My head is spinning
While I am loosing
My mind
Tick tock, tick tock
You are gone
You are left alone
You won't see me anymore
Tick tock
There is an end of time
There is an end of the day
And that's is the end
Of everything
Tick tock
It's over now..
tic tock
tic tock
teardrop
sodium-flavored
lollipop
long lines
stand alone
tic tock
time goes
on
waiting
short hand
long hand
fun fast
hurt slow
tic tock
tic tock
teardrop
sodium-flavored
lollipop
we all
lick
Why must we let your old relationship
hinder our new one
I'm a firm believer that in one's lifetime
they may experience love a long the way
But they will only experience one true
love
I'm not saying what you had with her
wasn't real
But my question to you is did it fulfill?
She hurt you real bad, but eventually
you will heal
Please don't take too long because time
is a enemy and not on our side
And it goes by in a flash
Embrace this burning passion that resides
in my heart for only you
I can tell you for sure that I've never had a
love like this
I know you're scared and don't want to
get hurt
Hurting you is not my goal, if I can I just
want to love until your heartache is gone
I know you love me too
I see it in your eyes
I feel it in your touch
I hear it in your voice
Just act on what you know is real
Take a leap of faith my love
But don't wait too long because time is
a enemy and not on our side
11-6-16
Alexis Y.
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
We can never catch up with the
Clock and time,
No matter the length of this
Solar rhyme,
The sun rises in the east every
Brilliant morning,
As a new wondrous day,
Begins dawning.
It sets in the west every evening,
Each country having its own
Particular calling,
And slowly a moon rises,
In all its glory
Foretelling of romances, each
A unique story!
According to our predictable calendar,
Things haven’t changed, says
Our lunar traveller,
The moon will eternally rise
In the east
And will always set in the west.
In between it wanes or
Becomes full,
Gravitation of the moon and
It's pull,
Causes tides of oceans,
Be it low or high,
That no man would deign to deny!
Again this movement of oceans
Help us,
To measure time, as it
Gallops ahead,
It overtakes us and before,
We know it we're dead!
For human beings, also
Have a cycle,
We are born, we live
And we die,
This is a truth, about something,
No one can lie,
Long lives or short, we are also
Affected by age and time,
As nearer to heaven,
We hopefully climb
And, the world revolves,
On its axis,
As surely as man has to
Pay his taxes!
But thank-you God for allowing
And giving
Us humans, more than a
24 hour cycle,
That we may enjoy our children
And life,
Just sad for the poor, who
Have to strive!
The Sun, moon and oceans
Have a 24
Hour cycle each day,
Confirming how surely, creation
Went forward His way!
Bringing Summer, Autumn,
Winter or Spring,
Each season doing its very
Own unique thing
Responsible for this work of art,
And time
Is The One I had in mind,
When I began this rhyme,
Our Maker,
And Divine Creator!
Between the tick and the tock
time is held in abeyance.
Marvelous things can happen
in that endless, timeless place.
Time is held in abeyance
in that endless, timeless place.
Marvelous things can happen
between the tick and the tock.
Form: Ungalino
Will the last to leave please turn out the sun.
©2/9/2018
submitted to – The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight – Poetry contest
sponsor – Emile Pinet
Tick Tock,
I long for your loving touch,
Tick Tock,
I miss you so much.
Tick Tock,
I’m in a prison of loneliness,
Tick Tock,
I should have cherished happiness.
Tick Tock,
I didn't appreciate your loving care,
Tick Tock,
I never thought you wouldn't be there.
Tick Tock,
Now there is absolutely no one to console,
Tick Tock
My destitute and miserable, broken soul.
Tick Tock,
You are my sun, moon and star,
Tick Tock,
I will always wonder where you are.
Tick Tock!
Tick Tock!
Tick Tock!
Tick Tock!
I wish that fate would somehow turn back the clock.
3-26-18
Alexis Y.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
One second, two seconds
And it
won't
stop
Every minute counts, ever seconds that is passing by I see the time being wasted over nothing, why
Why
Can't I stop the time
Just to rest and to take in my surroundings
To gain confidence and set up a sense of safeness in my mind
As if the future is gonna settle itself down
As if there is something such as a saved future
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
I'm still talking, time's still passing, I'm still crying, time's still laughing
Shoving in my face those seconds I'll never get back
What I could be doing right now instead of writing this down
Building my future up, letting my walls down
And it's ticking and it's tocking sweat is trickling down
I could knock down pull down tear down every single clock in this town to the ground
But time won't stop
Tick Tock, Tick Tock