Part Time Poems - Poems about Part Time

Part Time Lover

H e a r t ~
a  museum of mosaic mysteries
of handwritten manuscripts
tattooed with crimson needles
from acrylic sunsets,
when dusk cradles
the obsidian chambers of celestial havens,
homing soul-kept secrets
that ricochet with romanticized sins,
as my beloved moon,
you’ve long been my part-time lover
  in darkness and cursed corners
where the sparkling jewels
and the nocturnal nightingales
heed the unsung chorus of

The Ballad of the Part-Time Lover

Beneath the glow of neon light, where secrets love to hide..
Two shadows meet in whispered steps, forbidden side by side.
A game of passion, sly and swift, where hearts and caution blend..
A dance of stolen glances.. where the night will know no end.

The city hums, the streetlights blink, a world of hush and heat..
And in the

Part-time Fool

People lie to me about big things,
people lie to me about small things.
They lie about what's dear to me,
they lie about what doesn't bother me.
They speak highly of crooked beings,
they downplay important things.
I'm told half and no truths at all.
And like colors on a spectrum,
bright is passed as dull and off.
Big is watered down as

Part-Time-OG-Dog Training-Pimp

Written By:  D. Collins 10/3/24



Drop your pup off somewhere around eight.
By the time you get off, they'll sit, stay, and lay.
Come out to my office, out there on the beach.
"Sunbrellas" all around connected to a puppy leash.


A Part-Time-OG-Dog Training-Pimp.
Is my part-time job in my retirement.
Blending with people and just being myself.
Soaking up the sun,

Part-time Poets of Poetry

A pen rather than write, retreats,
Some whilst play games, some write for name
Loiter in literary streets,
And return just as once they came,
Love for pen proving a bit lame,
And greed for glamour soaring high,
A lot that falls within this frame
Neither for poems live nor die.

Shelley-like some write in long sheets
‘Aloft the sky in words of flame’,
Some

Part-time ESL Teacher - PS

I reached retirement age a year ago,
but still I like to teach and so I do,
but three days now instead of four a week.
I start at 9 and finish up by 2.
I love my students, and I joke with them.

My class most fun is an elective: Film,
but first class of the day I love the

Only Part-Time

only part-time
darting in and out
of shadows
her thoughts
languish unbidden
turning
suicidal

If Only We Could Turn Back the Hands of Time

I loved a story at bedtime,
but I could do a nap in the daytime.

Before I knew it I was nine,
boy was that a great pie made out of limes.

I would then go back to my prime,
and really really shine.

There would be no more jobs that were part-time,
no more bosses with only a dime.

I would not

Part Time Poet

7/7/19 
She’s a part time poet spending most of her time alone
Even feeling lonely when she’s right next to him at home
Pretty sad that what matters to him is not her at all
He let her fall for him, with no intentions to catch her fall.

But she’s a part time poet, with so much potential you

Part-Time Poet

Driving home with weekly groceries, another Thursday morn
When I see the sun through clouds that seem by blades of lightning torn
And suddenly my head is filled by rhymes I’ll have a go at
And my frozen food’s gonna melt ‘cuz I’m a part-time poet.

I’m on a fishing trip with my husband and some of our friends
And

Part Time Poet

Oh, if it were only more
More than just part-time 
For I have found a refuge, rare
A peaceful spot in a world of wonder

A world that is my own, and what I make it
Delightful or dark, delirious or dream-woven, dandy or dire
I dance into it, spinning, on the crimped hem of my imagination
Sometimes, tumble in on

Part Time Poet

My heart's renderings are shaded
in poetic images and creativity
yet, my mind languishes in the scrub of sad dirges
thus...I am a part-time poet
for the bell tolls not for my words
from thought in celebration
rather it tolls for graffiti I place before the public
I have called poetry

7/6/19
contest Part-Time Poet

Part Time Poet

Just a part-time poet am I.
Enough spare moments I’ve not got,
so other things must occupy
my time, and those things are a lot!

Though poetry so pleasures me,
just a part-time poet am I.
My duties call. I can’t be free
of errands. . . my job. . .housework. Sigh!

To do things till the day I die
that are not fun

Part Time Poet

Once active, my muse has gone on strike
I said come back, she said go take a hike!

I tried dipping my pen in dark ink
hand on brow; I’ve attempted to think

I began writing a very sad sonnet -
ended up with a second rate nonet!

Next I thought I would write a fun verse
t’was not funny it sounded

Part Time Poet

PART TIME POET


 I tried to overtake a star
Leaving behind the truth so far

One of my biggest fear which I couldn't even bear 
Was to leave things I dear

My passion my dreams 
To be heard they screamed

But because of courage I lacked it all was in the vain
I tried to remove this permanent stain

And wanted

• Short Part Time Poems
• Famous Part Time Poems
• Best Part Time Poems
• Read Part Time Poems
• Long Part Time Poems
• Part Time Quotes