Time Onomatopoeia Poems

If I could go back in time, 
I wouldn't really change anything. 
Changing things would be a crime, 
perfection, that's how I'd describe everything. 

I...

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud”
Quote by - William Wordsworth  


I wandered lonely as a gallivant
Looking for some ways to fill up my days
I...

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I am grateful for today and always: 
No matter my future outcomes
Or what it holds for me. 

I can only live today;
I cannot live for...

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Clickity clack, clickity clack
the sound keeps coming back
I remember the ride,
had time to bide,
	as the train clattered along.

We swished and swirled further beyond
the burbling golden...

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Light crashes sounds like brittle glass 
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes 
The colors reak of deep rot like blues 
Creeping green burning acidic...

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Sitting here in rush hour I moan and sigh
Horn’s honk, engine’s rev, a Monday to miss
Birds whooshing overhead as time ticks by
When from below I...

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My friends and I decided to go camping, 
So late at night we go went into a forest, 
We heard the howls of wolves far...

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WOW! that dog is amazing.
it jumped of the wall and hit the villain in the face. POW!
BOOM! the villain hit him back.
BANG! the dog picked...

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'Twas slightly scary in terms doctors know
did nurses nimble who would pass this way.
Prickly plied do glories go
so soon alas undismayed.

Long time in fact she...

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The time of the clock,
The ships are in the dock,
The whistle of the wind,
Through the haughty tamarind,
Now I can’t think ‘cause it’s summer, don’t mock.

06/09/2020...

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Beyond the trembly weald to glassy glane
beneath the wooden breath where thoughts remain
'twas a harkened land called Wordingtane.

The Wizard of Words ruled this land
in grips...

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To Please The Poet
by Michael R. Burch

To please the poet, words must dance—
staccato, brisk, a two-step:
so!
Or waltz in elegance to time
of music—mild,
adagio.

To please the poet,...

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time has told 
as days grow old 
either shy or bold 
people's hands unfold 

to show who they really are 
and some are left with...

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Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and...

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Daily Poetry #71, April 9, 2017
Word: Onomatopoeia

With one whiff, I smell that it's undesirable,
And with a taste, it's completely rotten. 
Cla-clang, cla-clang, the bell rings...

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