Clocks Poems - Poems about Clocks

The bell rings down the street. In his hand is a chilled glass. Nothing in this room is sweet. Darkness consumes the room. Time runs out until there is none left. The bell rings down the street. The bright white gown hangs in the closet. Her heart feels incomplete. The clock tics and it feels like...

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clocks decided to slow Friday down did it in every office all over town office workers stared at four-fifty for an hour the clocks felt respected, loved their power...

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"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet Time my funny friend, I cannot see you or feel you. Yet time you are always with me, from morning until night. The clocks tick off, the many minutes and hours. The calendar takes off the 365 days, 52 weeks and the 12 months. Time where do you live, out in space or in the clocks? My...

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Some folks think of themselves as humans searching for a spiritual awakening when the fact is that you are a spiritual being, attempting to cope with a human awakening. Seeing oneself from a perspective of the spirit within will help you remember why and what you came here to begin creating. In a higher dimension, there exists...

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Seven Thirty, Five Thirty and Nine Paid a visit to Ten Past Eleven They were tasting the precious mulled wine Talking sweetly until it struck seven Seven Thirty then raised from his chair Said I’m sorry but I have to go Answered Ten Past Eleven take care Hope you’ll be back in time at your home Then Five Thirty fell down fast asleep As...

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It is the first day of the year, And I thought I saw raccoon paw prints in my extra bedroom – on the smooth floor I saw the prints of long animal toes. I don’t see raccoons where I live now, And of course these prints are inside my house – So it has to...

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‘Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.’ – Vladimir Nabokov The humble dandelion Earth bequeaths. Oh, golden bloom which ancient lore bequeaths that fortune ‘s woven into bridal wreaths. The dandelion turns from sun to moon. A dandelion morphs from sun to moon for wishes cast so young and old may swoon. The Shepherd’s Clocks are pacing march...

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As a gift I take each day Dismal days keep coming on Random snowflakes dance away Dying to reborn In the murky light I sit Listening to clocks Time keeps ticking, bit by bit Like the water drops Mister Time, wouldn’t you please Lend an ear to me Tell me when I’ll be released From your scrutiny Play a sad or happy song Sounds dilute the mist Put...

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I’m once again in a block Nothing to do with political shock That was not such a surprise As USA has evil influence and lies No for me it’s a lack of passion I’m becoming more old fashioned Bored with the new stuff of the day Finding comfort in familiar place Is it better looking back than ahead Do we misrepresent fact...

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Counting silver seconds Loosing teal time Onyx owl beckons Clock call is a chime Karma at it’s prime Saint or sinner shines...

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They say life’s not a race and I’m not behind But my biggest enemy is the clock that keeps time I fall down and fall short and try to catch up But it seems that I’m just never enough I know it’s a lie and that I may not be right We’re all on different journeys, we...

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Time continues to slip past. Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by. You can't slow it down. You can't halt it. No matter how much you try to hold it back It is still slipping past you at exactly the same rate. No matter how much make-up you cover yourself with No matter how many facials you have No...

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Jester collects round clocks He puts them in his lap Barely moving, so none of them rocks. He is a gentleman without flap Sits primly with his back straight Protecting his bounty for sure Jester is a guy first rate Keeps those clocks pristinely pure...

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Under streetlights In the silence of snow I am back when my breath was last this loud Electric You tug at my t shirt with your left hand and your nails graze my skin Our pupils dilate, distending out to greet each other in a grotesque bridge of wet, dripping, obsidian flesh So I feel like a black hole I am...

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In the endless kingdom of time, where clocks are silent and years dissolve, Existence weaves smiles with the mirage of immortality, faultless, Man, a traveler towards the infinite, through melting icebergs of moments, A dancer at the eternal ball, where age is just an echo, a simple meaning. His gaze towards the horizon, pure, like the ray of sun...

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