Passages Poems | Examples

Of Passages on Pages of Time

Used books were sold each semester.
Los Angeles City College bookstore, and
California State University, Long Beach ...
They, too, sold used books.
I've been in possession of some -
Students felt fortunate stumbling on the right one,
For some classes commenced without certain books -
"Liberation Theology" was one such book-
I'd already own a copy signed by Dr. Cornell West
He spoke at Dr. Maulana Karenga's center one Sunday.

The point I want to make is:
Some used books held handwritten notes-
Students left their marks on pages of time.
And as the years passed, I formed a habit -
That habit told me not to borrow library books.
Why?  I read, and like breeze with leaves, I twiddle words.
To deface another person's property... how trifling. 
And so, I'd browse Barnes & Noble, and
Thrift stores housing books I would purchase and cherish.
For I know countless poems will come to mind
For I have seen haiku moments in my travels,
For when I die, find me on pages of time.

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Passages In Time

Sometimes we look for simpler days
and those are times that go astray
when we've aged they'll be a pastime
an account of days we passed in time.

Passages

Some were songbirds silenced
in the morning of their youth.
Frightened by night shadows  
heavy droning drawing nigh,
filling eyes with longing tears
and hours of sleepless cry.

Some lived in a daydream
graced with symphonies of sound,
technicolor images, voices did 
surround a head in fascination
with all the world it saw.
Call it mental streaming 
without a single flaw.

People of a certain fashion,
romantics of their time,
lived in want of picket fences,
whose new dawning of a day
trimmed in daisy flowered wishes
and vowels bespoken of,
promised life’s extreme quintessence,
the character of love.

The poet's heart is viewing
fundamentals of divine.
Peeking into clouds of glory,
soul of fondness grows.
Blessed by reassurance,
old songbird's feeble praise
baptized in the spirit’s strength,
renewed voices it can raise.
 
10/16/2022

Passages

Youngsters flit from thing to thing
  Older now, they rest their wings                     
               ~ in boughs of Spring



              August 31, 2021
      Bite Size Poem no19 Contest
           Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Grief Passages Rewritten

Grief Passages Rewritten

Shards of shame lay splintered in unresolved pieces ~
 Bits of crystal if only intentions not repairable

Minutes of I wish regret unreachable, not revived ~
 Lifeless echoes sighing with no resuscitation

In a whirlwind tornados uproot shallow graves ~
 Screams at the unknowable why unanswered

Yeah but excuses expletives and bargains with denial ~
 Blank face of truth paces - bound restless essence

A star at midnight, maybe, a wishing star bends down in prayer ~
Points to the northern light always there

Could it be time makes a way ascending from ashes of stone ~
Grace has its own mission - acceptance

4-23-21
Contest: Grief in twelve Lines
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Passages ---- and -- Pauses

there are passages in life
  gaps between jobs
  between marriages
  even between... deaths
    hear the stillness

there are pauses in life
  spaces between words
  some spoken
  others mute
  a few...written...
    feel the emotions

Endings

green to yellow 
gold to red 
to brown
leaves 
or fairest hair 
worn 
as silken crown
Thick 
with luxury proud 
honey 
poured aloud
endless spigots 
with 
memories to attend.
Now lost to brush 
or hand 
or wind
all leaves, 
all hair,
and all souls 
in the 
end.

Time Passages

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."

                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978

Time Passages

I drift midst some pleasant sensation~~from a morning mist,
that promptly parches within glowing ribbons~~where I sail lightly,
plucked anon afloat~~as my ramblings proceed aimlessly,

Presently skims a peacock sky~~fans out its righteous hue,
variously, ducks stapled in a pond~~quacks influences life,
views by ark's parts a motion~~equal to my emotions,

Channeling alterations that affect~~evolved futures,
preceptions are produced clearer~~like a hallway complete of doors,
whenever one is opened~~ventures varied responses,

I noted from moment to moment~~evoked fused answers,
harmonious so far~~whilst I perpetuate forward in thoughts,
mindful about yesterday's storm~~all in all, time will tell.

2020 November 13
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired
~~Constance La France

Passages

stillness of a September breeze
a heartfelt morning chill
one highway out of town
another back
a hidden waterfall
five miles off either road
green neon lights in darkness
a beacon on the highway
coincidental talk with the cashier
an ounce of chocolate ice cream bought
falling pines call
for another to sprout
years measured
by rings of a trunk
falling leaves and sprouts
and other incarnations
new friends on the road
I come back to those at home
time measured in weeks
stirs stories told

Passages

17 passages of cars for the day
8:37 PM the farm fades
dusk a quiet verse a poem
song without words
12, 1, 20, 12 pick the numbers
a game of fortunes
clouds to the west
chance of rain
family living off the land
a farmer’s pride
a wary look to the sky
after the spring planting
a toss of the dice

The Toast

The Toast
by Michael R. Burch

For longings warmed by tepid suns
(brief lusts that animated clay),
for passions wilted at the bud
and skies grown desolate and grey,
for stars that fell from tinseled heights
and mountains bleak and scarred and lone,
for seas reflecting distant suns
and weeds that thrive where seeds were sown,
for waltzes ending in a hush,
for rhymes that fade as pages close,
for flames’ exhausted, drifting ash,
and petals falling from the rose, ...
I raise my cup before I drink,
saluting ghosts of loves long dead,
and silently propose a toast—
to joys set free, and those I fled.

Originally published by Contemporary Rhyme. Keywords/Tags: toast, death, time, passages, dreams, clay, flesh, ash, sun, sunset, age, grave, end

Passages

PASSAGES

               Sometimes through life
               we must "walk through glass"
               It is very important to remember,
               This too shall pass

               We tend to start thinking "Why me, this just is'nt right?"
               It may seem to take forever
               but we must make it through
               and go into the night

               We may start to feel "I cant keep up, Im sinking"
               as we start wondering of the what ifs and whys
               On this, do not dwell, always have
               positive thinking

               For if we do not,
               life may just pass us by

               You will still wonder,
               "How long can this possibly last?"
               Again, do not worry. Have a little faith
               and just know
               This too shall pass

Passages

Often in life we have to let everything go.
All attachments will dissipate one day,
only the heart and soul survive the blow
of other fingers, other eyes
making judgments that are hard to realise
as they toss away tid bits we held dear
sentimentality... tokens of emotions
we carried safely inside through the years.
The token is just the physical reminder
of an emotion alive and well,
But it's not the token we carry inside,
which is good -
one day the outside will be gone.

Sometimes I wonder about other old women's lives,
the ones with the security of a warm home,
strong and loving family ties,
joy and laughter sparkling in their eyes.
But come on -  that was twenty years younger than I am
and I can't build a past from where I stand
at this moment, in my present state of mind. 

Tomorrow's always come
but today finds me paring away
at levels of choices, large and small.
I used to envy their security,
but not their blindness
not their closed mindedness
not their falseness nor their skills
in the labors of lying, stealing and blaming...
they are pro's.
But such is the path they chose.

I chose to spiritually grow.
Perhaps security was the price.

Passages

I once loved a lad of twenty 

We’d climb the hills with tall blades of grass so plenty 

Through wispy fields we would run so fast

The golden splendor of our youth 

With no end, no last


I once loved a fellow of forty and five 

We’d walk the shores hand in hand 

Feeling content and so alive 

Through sun kissed days and starry nights 

So much ahead with no known sorrow in sight 



I once loved a man of eighty and four 

We’d sit and talk and laugh and talk some more 

The twilight of life intrepid we go with no delusions 

Reflection brings such peace if not only a conclusion 


Alone I sit thinking of days of yore

Alas I have loved and love no more

Passages

unrhymed quatrain 


The cutting wind that bellows and then whispers 
deceiving in it's lull only to cut through and back when we turn
memories awakened and transported in irreversible succession 
shifting the moments played out as unworthiness clasps the frozen images 

Impatient as the sequence of events flashes in the mind
an inescapable prison with no jailer 
the definitive continued progression of bygone sentiment plays havoc
part secret, part statement, the past truth haunts deeply dark

Redundant buying, selling, and bartering for emotions devitalizes 
as the bully beats down any feelings for remorse 
adulation becomes the bitter routine of nothingness 
a new found path beckons with the dispassionate pureness of sterility 

Rejoicing in the decadencey of not caring and pure unshakable freedom 
the wind can blow never turning as the branches it breaks fall
mourning comes then anger in an unretractable moment blazes into light
the tree will remain long after the careless wind moves on

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