Out Of Hours Poems - Poems about Out Of Hours

It was in the morning When I heard him snoring Like loud like a lion He who falls from my eyes Every sense feeling nonsense Early lights in goosebumps Served myself a red riddle Leaving me tortured and energetic Shooting my lungs to no air My kidneys helped me breathe Each cough counting complaints In a peaceful war against the...

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24 Hours Morning is through The afternoon is in bloom. Dusk has arrived, With a rainbow sky. The night is clear, Crisp is the air. The stars are bright, They twinkle with light. The moon is full, And milky white. The sun gives way To the start of a new day. ...

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The day’s hours were worn down and a sudden sunset, that resembled a master’s painted glimpse of Valhalla, was upon us, its majesty of deepest blue, blood red and black. From our tenth-floor skew, the river looked, for all, like a wrinkled sea expecting a storm. Boats moved to tie up before the dark body of windswept clouds arrived trailing a...

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it's no longer l~~o~~n~~g~ the patient w—a—i—t for your s*m*i*l*e ...

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Darkness is once more, interrupted. Shadows recede into the cool mud below. Swollen with knowledge gained from their observations above ground. Daylight burns bridges. Hours setting limits. Mankind awakens. No longer bewitched. Nor between Color slowly replacing, a charcoal canvas called night. ...

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I always wondered what are the best hours To see family and friends in Heaven I know losing someone that you were close to The nightmares never end From the second they passed away Everyone says to give it time Day and night we will always think why did this happen You close your eyes at night And hope to see everyone in...

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Do not go to that private school, It will affect your mental health, While the education is full of wealth, Do not put yourself on that shelf, That shelf is isolated and docile, Alone despite being surrounded, A dumb decision to make as a fool, Used as a tool to start up something new, Faced with issues many refuse to acknowledge, So...

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endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me... like the infinite vista upon the midwestern plain farther than the eyes of mine (an ascetic and copacetic shortsighted father of two grown twenty something daughters) can no longer see, since sockets severely seared staring at the hypnotic screen blindsided courtesy the magnificent 7 (a group of seven major technology companies that consistently outperformed the overall stock market, particularly in recent...

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It’s four AM I’m wide awake no chance of more sleep clicking noises from the dining room low hum is it voices? I get up pad into the dining room. daughter and grandson playing Yahtzee at the dining table laughing together grandson worked late daughter insomniac I sit down join the game daughter finally peels off for more sleep grandson and I continue playing he makes a sandwich cuts me up an orange I have an oatmeal cookie with...

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She enjoyed the joy of motherhood once; for nine months: Two hours, fourteen minutes. she held him his entire life and tried to give this tiny, unformed...

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"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet Time my funny friend, I cannot see you or feel you. Yet time you are always with me, from morning until night. The clocks tick off, the many minutes and hours. The calendar takes off the 365 days, 52 weeks and the 12 months. Time where do you live, out in space or in the clocks? My...

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The happiest hours of my life In a place that's been set free from strife. ...

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Being in a state of mixed emotions is always a job for the educated and lonely Each time I heard her voice in writing or in voice, my attention was for her Sometimes a state of silence is needed and at other times the when the Virgo (I) become silent then it is a different feeling We feel...

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break and believe in faith i dismiss, tree though i exit begone, and more hide, in front of fair let fall the tasting of me blind is your loving waste i'll be giant and brief callousing the freckle you beg did she get some off of you casually? did my decrepit posture run in cinders? i have know in lies spiteful choicing you that exit is only for...

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Time waits for no one. Isn’t that great? If it waited on us, it would end up too late. We think we’re the master of our time controlled realm, But Time is the faster man at the helm. What we witness now is already gone. When? Where? and How? is the ultimate con. When we’re young and naïve, we set ourselves...

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