Clockwork Poems - Poems about Clockwork

Destiny spins its clock Have we met before? In a world unknown. With erased memories We went on living Without realizing, How meaningless it was Until we met again And then on Began a meaningful journey. But what happens When it loses its meaning? Will everything come to an end? Alas, a full stop to a sentence, completes it; Just like how it was for our journey. All I...

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In cogs and gears, her heart does beat, A clockwork girl, both strange and sweet. Her eyes, like polished brass, aglow, Reflect the time, the world below. With gears that click and springs that chime, She measures moments, day and time. A copper bodice, sleek and tight, Holds secrets in the fading light. Her hands, of bronze, a delicate dance, Point to the hours,...

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Write a “how-to” poem about something you don’t know how to do - building a watch In the beginning there are pieces Already there, scattered on a table My beginning is to sort them Time is spent creating groups There's logic from outside to inside On the outside, in the still of the second You'd never know what doesn't work Teeth need...

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There's no need to be alarmed, I'll wake up anyway, perhaps today they won't hassle me, it will be better day; ship was sinking, englishman said: 'Women and children first, american said: '---- the women,' 'frenchman said: 'Is zere time?' I listen to Chopin who designed his notes so beautifully, the coordination from war-torn Poland categorically; I ask myself -...

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Time passes, yet ticking remains the same, progression becomes wistful dream Broken clocks, this pattern is pain This Pattern is heartbreak and pensive screams Repetition drains me , the gaining and losing Has stripped me bare Perseverance is all I can offer you, tho to this pattern I’ve become aware Of the temporary “forever loves” of the short...

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Time for sale, I'd love to buy, Time for sale, For a reasonable price, I'd wholeheartedly buy. The true value of a minute, The essence of time, This is not fully understood, Until there is a purpose, Until there is a goal. Hunting balance, Finding an equilibrium, An arduous task, Much needs to be accomplished, Some stand at the door. Loved ones are neglected, Family...

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Clockwork in the ether, Prancing through the mind of the universe No one stops or hesitates It happens automatically Without any ticking or fanfare Clockwork in the ether Parading from one reality to the next Taking notice of no one Time happening in an imaginary way We dream on, seeing it but not understanding...

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I wont pretend to know exactly what you are going through, but i still think of you fondly, even if we shared only brief moments together.. i will never forget you. I'l try and keep this as less corny as possible, Just want you to know, you are valuable beyond measure Even so, your name I do forever treasure. In these...

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Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall, As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel , another scurries closer and strums it with its heel . wide eyed and terror struck i remembered going to bed , then the clever...

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Red ribbed tank top and panties. Drawing and writing’s to earn commissary. Rugged colored jumpsuits delivered daily through the bars. A few women foaming at the mouth from drug withdrawals. Smells of jailed prostitutes. Some for murder or Robbing for loot. Three toilet seats lined up, One shower curtain hung by one Rod. Boxed alone ,dropped by family and friends,No squad Kites passed...

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Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall, As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel , another scurries closer and strums it with its heel . wide eyed and terror struck i remembered going to bed , then the clever...

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Living in a clockwork Universe Before we knew the truth of random acts Circles ignored squares , was that perverse? Clockwork, logic Aristotle, terse This what we thought to be the facts Living in a clockwork Universe Yet could ellipses, circles us desert If all seems square then something has been blocked Circles married squares...

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If I died would you care? Would it cause you a scare? Would you break a smile? Laugh a while? The consideration in your heart is bare, I can’t see anything in the depths of your blank stare. My throat slowly builds up with bile, As your actions are vile. I’m tired of living in this nightmare, I don’t have any more fight to...

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Clockwork Cat Pats my sleepy cheek. Hits my eyelids, boops my nose. Yelling please get up! -by Edlynn Nau ©April 13, 2019...

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CLOCKWORK STUDIO swooshing of the brush, fanned out in peacock style. the gentle rush of rustic paint. saint of the artist studio, he hears with sight - only in the mind. a kind of kindling, sparking, igniting the...

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