Father Time Poems - Poems about Father Time

The process of aging, I think it's a curse. Why can't it just stop and let's age in reverse? As your skin starts to wrinkle and your hairs turning grey. The reality of aging, can we keep it at bay? Say goodbye to those wrinkles whilst reclaiming your youth. The thought of getting old, is to me so uncouth. Get that...

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As the evening turns to a whisper, the sky changes to the color of wine and while the trees with their over-shadowed limbs hover by the path, saving stars of heaven shine down, as brilliant as the eyes of Father Time. When the night delivers her last soprano key and...

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My darling Miss America before I bid you adieu I wanted you to know my dear how proud I am of you In my heart I always knew that you would find your way still you had me pretty nervous right to the final day Sometimes you think it trivial the things you choose to do but in...

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Father, here I am again at Thy feet, Asking for some bread to eat. Perhaps I’ve had more tricks than treats. May Thou feed me some nourishing words, Of something bitter sweet. Maybe while we talk, I can wash Thy feet. Right now, I am in great need, And need someone to talk to, can it be Thee? I want to thank Thee...

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The end will come to the mother nature, On the day assigned by the father time; The end words of lines will no longer rhyme, The stars won’t shine and the world will rupture....

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Fishing by moonlight Using nylons for line Two inch mews that slip and slide Slide out of shoes and into night A gentle breeze whispers here The air is clean the sky is clear Take the bait a naked ear Holding hands like hearts so dear Blanket seems like a bed Intimate touches sweetly lighten my head Shooting stars that seem to be led And a...

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There once was a man called Old Father Time. He rang in the New Year with a great chime, He pushed the old out, brought new without doubt, and promised a new year purely sublime....

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Oh time marches on So try to keep pace, oh try Cause time marches on Too fast, too slow, it goes by It leaves without me No warning given, takes off It stops despite me No not now, don't pause I scoff One or the other Always opposite of need Oh how I suffer Father time ignores my plead Time, King of the race I'm afraid its...

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Time will heal a broken heart or so they say, but how meany times can one heart be broken then survive?can time turn back the hands of a clock? to sunshine,smiles and I love you's? can father time step in and work yet another miracle of healing? can time unlock the door? or melt a heart that's froze? and can time stand by me just one more time? can...

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The Seasonal family of Mother Nature and Father Time When it comes to a family reunion, they are never far behind. Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. With her daughter always on the ball. Mother Nature’s first born, Weather. She is not as predictable as we would like to think. Weather may be in the mood for named hurricanes or devastating tornadoes. She'll place water spouts...

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soon to be replaced yearning for much needed rest farewell father time...

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FATHER TIME I am an isle upon an endless sea, I am an eclipse of eternity. I keep my pace and stopped I cannot be. You measure me in seconds, minutes, days, And yet you have no wisdom nor no ways To rush me or to slow my steady pace. You work by me, you watch my hands that pass Upon your watch...

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I found a white hair today And I made it go away Plucking it out of my head I don't want to see this dread Reminding me I'm getting older Ad more fall upon my shoulder I thought I was way to young Full of energy and fun But I'm older than I thought I guess father time has caught Up to me saying its...

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Its a shame how less and less My dream is in total distress For staying youthful and not growing old--but each day it is showing More and more-it will not end There's no cure--I'm at the end Of keeping myself free of age Each day brings another stage There are wrinkles on my wrinkles Its hard to hold in my tinkles Walking one step takes...

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Mother Goose and Father Time All together had children nine. Love ruled hers, His were let free. All wound up productive, happy and fine....

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