Time Emotions Poems | Examples
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More Than Just a Toy
Once upon a time, in days gone by,
There lived a small child, beneath a sapphire sky.
His tiny hand clasped tight a furry friend,
Not just a toy, but a bond without end.
Little Timmy found in Teddy Bear's embrace,
A sanctuary safe, a comforting space.
Through tear-stained cheeks and frightened nights,
Teddy was his guiding light.
They adventured far, the two best pals,
Scaling mountains high, answering calls.
Though no words passed between them, none were needed,
An unspoken connection, forever wedded.
In Teddy's button eyes, Timmy saw reflected,
His own hopes, fears, and dreams directed.
Long before he learned to spell F-R-I-E-N-D,
Timmy had a constant companion, a true friend.
If your down on life
And you're feeling low
And things just seem so gad
Just remember...
Try to let things go
Don't want to know that you've gone sad
These times
Might seem a little crazy
God, I know I've been there too
Just remember...
The sun will shine tomorrow
And paint the grey clouds, skies of blue
Brighter days soon will follow
They always do
In time you'll see
Just remember...
No matter the reason why
That some things were just meant to be
So, I'll leave you words
Hope to cheer you up
In times when you're in strife
Just remember...
That things will get better
And there's much more to live for- In life
When it's rainy
It's cloudy day
Life's saddest time.
It claps down through the lonely lane of view,
Far an eyesore with intent, trying not
To build out of raw annoyance long queue,
Lined up in weakness from a feat so hot.
Bit by bit, busy mornings mining miles
Away from nearer tease, closing up luck,
With tense atmosphere clawing calm styles,
Beasts in loyal heart lately riding truck.
On weary road, catching fun of captives,
Past weighs… each weird run’s timing: shooting .
Now, on its fitness, time what fun forgives—
A stake of peace commending rolling spit.
On a roaring mountain top upon birth,
Off silent valley’s stage: offensive death.
life’s a rush,
and i’m in the middle of it.
sixteen—
they call it the flower of youth,
but honestly, i just feel like
my roots pushing through stone,
small, stubborn,
aching for light
in a world too heavy.
the clock runs faster than me.
classes, books, exams,
every note i take feels like
a brick i’m laying
for some future house
i don’t even know the shape of.
my mind is hungry,
i feed it every day.
words, poems, philosophers,
all the questions nobody dares to ask out loud.
i’m trying to make myself
into something solid,
while still soft enough
to feel everything.
sometimes it’s beautiful
the thought that i’m blooming,
that every word i write
is a petal unfolding in silence.
sometimes it’s terrifying,
what if i bloom too late,
or bloom wrong,
or the world never even notices i grew?
and still, i run.
sometimes without knowing
where the finish line is.
but maybe that’s the point,
that life isn’t about the answers,
it’s about the rush,
the blooming,
the daring to grow
while time refuses to slow down.
and maybe, just maybe,
one day i’ll look back
and see that all along
i wasn’t just running—
i was becoming.
Perhaps the wind will turn today,
or perhaps it will drifts elsewhere,
keeping the echoes of what we never said
if quiet were not already there...
Perhaps the rain will choose to fall,
or perhaps it will hold its tears,
leaving the streets unkissed and all
our waiting hearts postpone in years.
Perhaps I saw your smile at sunrise,
or perhaps the night was weaving deceptions;
perhaps what is gone still lingers
and perhaps we gather more than we notice.
Perhaps, my words are not enough,
yet still I write, in quiet prose...
for perhaps a poem is just this:
a maybe that nobody knows.
The love song with no lyrics
that is the reality of my life.
The empty tin with no noise
that is my cry.
The holes I patch
Open up new wounds.
The pressure of pain bursts out loud
like a broken water pipe.
All my memories are stored away
in a dark cloud
that rains
every time I recall
the fantasy of our love.
You wanted laughter,
so I rehearsed a smile.
I tied my soul to my words for you.
I learned to hold the storm,
swallowing the thunder
so your sky stayed clear.
The beautiful storm,
the sweet salt,
the calm sea,
the perfect love
oh, what a fantasy.
I patched the flame
with borrowed words and lullabies,
played our record
until it ran out of words.
I became fluent in silence
just to keep your peace,
but it screamed inside me
louder than love ever did.
I held the door open for you for so long,
I forgot how to close it on myself.
Oh, the irony of love.
Every smile I wore for you
left bruises on my soul.
Now I drown in the floods
I never let out.
And I wonder…
was my love letter
mailed to the wrong address?
It's clear that you love me
But i don't understand why
After the things I have done
And all times I made you cry
I've let you down many times
And put those tears on your face
I hate myself for creating you pain
Along with all your disgrace
I cannot fathom how you felt
Each time your heart was broke
The pain and shame you hid
Behind depressions dark cloak
You stood up for me each time
Even knowing I was in the wrong
Your love must unconditional
And it's grace I do not belong
You should have someone deserving
Who won't be the reason you to cry
This is difficult because I love you
But it time that I say goodbye
I can't let myself break your heart
I've done it too many times before
I need to separate myself from you
So i can never sadden you anymore
The bubble is bound to burst
before long; therefore at least
A gondola you should opt for
For letting loose your emotions
Loaded with almost all oceans
Curved currents and foams
Potential fear amidst delight
and excitement; your sights
blurred by beauty that roams
along the edges of the figure
Flooding your whole existence
Mopping off all distance
Of time and space in braincase
Only the embrace, you write
and replace, the lips and face
In cloud base and fireplace
In cold case and in a horse race
Mewing wooing cooing
Howling, growling, prowling.
Doing, undoing and redoing
Life is never a straight line
Bland canned and flatland
It's waist band and dreamland
Fascinating woodland
Crescent and fluorescent
Incessantly effervescent
So no monochrome of woe
No saying always not and no
Instead, the bugle of gusto
In the meadow with a rainbow
Always the wonderful gun
In your lovely hair-bun
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18 September 2025
Clouds drift onward, dark and bright,
sailing softly out of sight.
The wind breathes free, a gentle sigh,
yet no law bends, no rules pass by.
A fleeting dance of air and time,
motion without reason, nor rhyme.
All things may shift, yet still remain,
for nature’s law holds firm, the same.
Emotions swell, then fade away,
like clouds that linger, then decay.
Joy and sorrow, swift they glide,
yet truth of heart will still abide.
A passing storm, a moment’s grace,
they move, yet keep their rooted place.
Through every mood, the soul’s refrain,
unchanged, its essence will remain.
Abstract art chiseled in cement,
it’s an overlooked time capsule.
You can see the old gathered pool,
a sunny day with wet pavement.
An afternoon filled with time spent
created with that ancient tool.
Abstract art chiseled in cement,
it’s an overlooked time capsule.
Take in the words the poet sent.
To walk upon it? You’re a fool.
Each stroke a facet of the jewel,
you can feel the poet’s lament.
Abstract art chiseled in cement.
Farewell at last
I say goodbye
My time is growing short
We meet once more
The last, I’m sure
Beneath a painted sky
When finally the world is lifted
From these words we speak
The shame, the fear, the doubt will crumble
Worthless, to our feet
With language as a cover
Just a fake facade
A camouflage of kind to ponder
Under aimless stars
I journey on to vagrant times
I fill my troth again
With dreams of a sweet tomorrow
And a heart now free from sin
Francis J Grasso...written 2025.09.11
I realize that I cut you deep
With this awful words I said
Those words now permanent
Living forever in your head
If you happen to forgive me
Those words stuck in your brain
Will forever be playing over
As they continue causing pain
No matter how much I try
Those words will not erase
You'll be reminded with pain
Every time you see my face
How can you ever love me
After everything that i said
We are victims of my words
And our love is now dead
All I have left of you is this kiss ??
And it wasn't even on my lips
It's just a reminder of how I fell out of love
And I'm left sitting here wondering
The first week I'd just stand by the shower
And the water full throttle would have at me
It'd be cold but I'd stand there lost
Remembering all those warm baths we had
I walked low-strung like a sad balloon
It was hard to stay afloat
I just drugged on till the weekend
And then I drowned further in the spirits
My heart sank a little lower
This time I was sure it was going to drop
Just a little further and it won't be able to rise up
I have gone cold and forgotten like I am already
My phone's been buzzing but it's just a distant cry
I let it go till it's off then go near it
Knowing too well it isn't you
But I just checked so that I can keep count
All I have left of you is me
At least the me before you
Sad and downcast, with no sunshine in me
But I'll weather it out till it's sunny out again
The PO£T
Water rolling down from the pitcher
A long time ago, one purple morning
The sun took a seat in the argentine flow
It had quietly entered through the window
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September 6, 2025