Oclock Poems - Poems about Oclock

I wake up each morning At five o’clock There seems to be no prior warning Just me at five o’clock And I think of something That won’t leave me It seems the importance will ring In my head going round And it won’t let me sleep Will there be the answer Or will I hold my head and weep As it goes around in my...

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There was so much rain in your voice. Daytimes that slept with shadows. Perfect perfidies piling your W.C. Handy eight-bar bravado I never knew your midnight, your pluck of broken glass. You told stories that left ash trays. Burning, burned, ashes of bruised door frames and sweaty bodies from emptying yourself in emptier women. Too many...

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Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection • At nine o’clock ( Sewing by lamplight by Millet) We sit in our campesino existence Engaging in tasks that provide Us with livelihood, with purpose, But, what will you be doing? No longer in need of the lamplight We reunite in this belief in time Which allows us to feel the separation Of years,...

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How can it be that hours creep so yet years swift passage totally blows my mind? The babes are absorbing Aristotle, integrating, no more needing hands held while crossing nor other mom bossing. Frequently tossing my glance to the minute hand barely budging thought occurs playfully charmingly nudging… Yep, weekends are great for baking and rest yet each now of this...

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love came in on Friday at about three tears past two o'clock I didn't recall leaving the door open yet I can't say he was uninvited I knew I had a visitor when I felt the chills on my spine it was startling to find him standing in my heart the curtains wide open and sun making shadows of my fear on the floor but I remember it...

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