Hourglass Poems - Poems about Hourglass

time slips and slithers right through my brisk days and nights~ like sands in hourglass (-----------------------------------------) (-----------------------------------------) \ OO- time slips and slithers- OO / ...

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It has long ceased to rain here. The embers of drought are fanned by the merciless Hands of hell. The air is stifling, The heat insufferable. I cringe from a long wait on a queue in the narrow Trench at a fast-drying Brook. I wait from the crack of dawn to vespers time, But not an iota of liquid The size of miniaturised Sri Lanka...

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THE HOURGLASS I watch the grains of sand as they slowly sift through my grandfather’s vintage hourglass. Time doesn’t move slowly, though. Instead, it seems as if the hourglass has cracked open, and all the sand is quickly spilling out. I wonder if anyone else notices this phenomenon—how many days, minutes, and hours run through...

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I’m bound to a bowl of rusted paint. Why don’t they relate to my disabled state? Is it the way I row the boat? Or is it the way I carry cows and goats? I will faint, And they will pray. But someday…I’ll say, I won’t duck into their pepper spray. Cauce, I know the way to Heaven’s gate. I’m stuck in a fate...

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Hourglass The sun has become dimmed with each step the pathways seem endless He is dazed even as his mind is fazed He loafs as a floating leaf romancing the breezy wind He is immersed in simmering waters doused with flickering hopes drums to the echoes of yesterday dances to the clanging fetters beckons to the fastened doors staggers through the mocking maze He fidgets, longing, watching...

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YEARS into months MONTHS into weeks WEEKS into days DAYS into hours HOURS into minutes MINUTES into seconds SECONDS into moments MOMENTS — sublime (Dreamsleep: May, 2025) ...

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Time flows so quickly grains tumbling in small measures shifting sweet rhythms of life. Keep the pace and flow since time is too short- turn it again gather blessings flowing to achieve your great finish line ...

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Falling sand, Seems like a waterfall, But starts grain by grain. It starts with you missing your pills, Confusing the days— The hourglass starts full. With ideas and a life well lived, Slowly it empties out, Revealing the regrets from within— The beach is empty. Barely any sand is found. Friends say the joy we had with it, Is enough to replace it now— But every time I...

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You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass? Just a pair of eyes that now look only to see, not to feel, not to remember the echo of yesterday, without a trace of the past, without the outline of the future, just the suspended moment. A tongue dried of words, not of silence, but...

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My hushed song begs for a refrain, I need a traveling companion. Could do a trip by myself, but it isn’t half the fun. Let’s fill an hourglass! We could mix our media, ...

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Embalming your memory the funeral dragged on Returning the remnants that pain had prolonged The pallbearers stationed each side of the grave A grieving reminder that time — had enslaved (Dreamsleep: February, 2025) ...

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The curvature with the bumps seen well carved, My innate restraints were blatantly starved. Her faint silhouette, my lust suddenly craved, With the entrance to her paradise paved. She swayed like shadows of an hourglass cast, My hands, drawn to her fullness, held steadfast. With nature’s finest art upon her chest, Sensuous sweats soaked through my thin white vest. Suddenly, the sky grumbled...

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My eyes nervously cast a side glance At the big clock on the wall above the table, Marking the time in my mind, Anxiously dreading sleepy time for all: The darkness, The quietness, The aloneness. Only with my thoughts swirling like a giant mess of wires, Retracing each step, Erasing and reworking, Arranging and rearranging, Talking to myself, Crying, Writing, Reading. Tick tock, the hourglass of life— A startling reality, The sand...

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You are just a grain of sand in an endless hourglass, time flows ceaselessly, And one day you will be gone, stardust scattered in the cosmic wind of forgetting, Maybe in twenty years, maybe tomorrow at dawn, when the sky is barely waking, So am I, a fleeting shadow on the earth that continues to breathe, The world will...

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Why does he provoke me to anger? He stalks among us - with his song - a wolf's grin His inimicality beckons like a hawk's talons, luring prey to certain death Yet he imparts wisdom to those who bleed Beware! his insights twist like a pit of pepper x vipers; devouring souls He spins tales of survival and primal instinct Beneath the façade lies decay concealing...

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