The hourglass holds the sands of my life,
The sands of time.
As I hold it in my hands it cracks.
With tears in my eyes,
I try to catch every speck.
I treat time like money,
it slips through my hands the same way I spend.
I need more of it, and it never ends.
But I can't seem to grab it,
like it doesn't want to be friends.
Is time my enemy?
Do I waste it on my dreams?
As I sit on the beach,
My tears flow into the ocean.
The sands have all gone.
So I try to build a sandcastle.
Only the wind knocks it down,
Like nature itself knows what I'm after.
Please give me time,
to fix my hourglass.
This time is supposed to be mine,
no matter what happens.
I'll spend it so that I shine.
Picture a man, showcasing his sandcastle to the sea.
It is crafted with perfection,
each grain of sand like a flawless soldier in his rank.
It is a rising skyscraper of luxury
amidst the sand's flat glare.
He runs to the water's edge
and calls to the sea,
waiting for the seafoam to wash gently over his feet.
But they never did.
Idly, the white crests sauntered away in indifference,
sometimes approaching like an old friend,
sometimes retreating like a sworn nemesis
but never did they seek out the man.
Eventually, beneath the moon's soft glow,
the chilling tide reached out in convenience
and without a word of thanks,
pocketed the sandcastle,
sweeping it into the depths with casual ease.
And though the man wept
for the loss of his creation,
he vowed to one day venture across this callous,
wild being
if only to see
if its actions were one of ignorant routine.
For personal gain
He builds a sandcastle on lies
The road to chaos
Sun-heated sand cause burning pain
BEACH
water
sandy shore
picking up seashells
making big sand castles
playing in the blue water
"lasting beach dreams of childhood days"
WASHED AWAY BY THE TIDE
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I see the vestiges of yesterday,
echoes of mistakes,
like footprints in the sand,
that the time of time washed away.
Every mistake,
is like a grain of sand on the beach,
a sandcastle of errors,
mistakes that the tide of time washes away.
the wind of self-forgiveness
pulls me up, propelling me
beyond the limits
of mistakes I made yesterday.
I hear the wind, realizing…
the sky does not stop the dawn
for the clouds that came in.
nor does the river mourn
the stones that once obstructed its flow.
the beautiful truth—
*There is so much more to me
than my faults.
I am the promise
of who I am yet to be.
*Note:“You’re so much more than your mistakes.” quoted from Dr. Wayne Dyer
Build me a sandcastle of drifting dream,
just to scatter every particle in the wind...
Lay me under the burden of brokenness,
until the shore gives in to a new dream.
~Ayesh
We ask if there be merit in the sand
Conformed from heart and hand on summer’s day?
However well the moat and turrets planned,
The lapping of the sea’s not far away.
O, that the tide shall come, we know too well:
Then dream and substance shall together fall.
A Babylon for which no tongue shall tell;
The sea, the settling sea, shall settle all.
And that shall come, but yet, it is not now,
And all of time is moments such as these;
Before the fall, there is not need to bow;
The sea shall come, but now, the warming breeze.
And if it soon shall end, as so it be,
There’s yet our moment still, before the sea.
We built our kingdom of sand and dreams
A fortress of shells and seaweed streams
We dug our moat with buckets and spades
And prayed the tide would not invade
Our walls were high our towers tall
But storms came and watched them fall
The sea devoured our sandy home
Leaving us stranded feeling alone
Gone are the days of carefree play
Building castles on the beach all day
For we have learned that nothing lasts
Everything even dreams get washed away
And so we stand and watch from afar
As people build their castles near the shore
We know they too soon will be gone
And so we mourn for whats been done
Waves wash the canvas clean
Allow for building the dream
Some are elegant
Others are tall
Waves remove them all
Seagull swim in sky
Ocean drowns tan sandcastle
Beached black whale dying
Written: October 31, 2023
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Sea-veiled land has emeralds with shamrock
Green grass has a soft and carpet-like hue
Sandcastle at the beach with hay and rock
Sea-veiled land has emeralds with shamrock
The sun shines radiant gold, bathes, and shocks
That it might be over soon with no clue.
Sea-veiled land has emeralds with shamrock
Green grass has a soft and carpet-like hue
as summer befalls a moonless night
if only to the depths of my heart
i hold my breath and draw you near
you are as silent as the sky is still
why must i read between the lines
and sleep not be my guest tonight
again and again the tide to and fro
does my heart beat in vain
for a tomorrow that may never come
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2024
Not all the people we love are meant to stay in our lives. But each person we meet either teaches us or helps us in some way.
Sandcastle lesson
By Michelle Morris
26/04/2020
Together we built up
Our relationship,
Like a sandcastle in
The sun.
We didn't heed the
Waves of life,
That kept on
Rushing in.
The waves washed away
That sandcastle;
Tore it down completely.
Just like our
Relationship dreams,
That disappeared so quickly.
We were left,
Divided,
Our union not
Blessed by fate.
The lessons
Learned,
The broken hearts;
Were all that
Life provided.
Years later,
We met again,
The waves were still
And sweet.
Realisation dawned
That our altered paths
Lead to
Loves that were
Truly complete.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Here,
There's no one else but me
to build a sandcastle.
I'm bewildered
by the vastness of imaginary sands
and oceans in a country only existing
within the boundaries of my mind
I lay my hands bare at this island.
~Hidayat
ig: hidayat_the_poet
The world is festering with wounds,...
Men driling in the earth think they can tunnel a way out.
Only rot will be with you.
Reap what you sow!
A famine now soils your shores
Made in China
Its all a scam you f**king fools
It feasts upon your soul like a gapping lions jaw.
I use the consciousness as a get away trip too.
Smoke one under big door vapors
I stole that from warcloud because you dont know who is really who...
Whody who
The fake owl god demands your sacrifice
Offer up the loot of your womb
Your wicked world will burn
Moarn
In its dawning and bloody pool
You bathe in mens sorrows..
How you delute the truth.
May God be with you, for if not
He will demand repayment, reap his harvest
The end of you.
Woe comes
I can hear it trampling
War horns sync and intune
Four horsemen are coming
Now you will see what the black mirror
Your doom.
When dawn approaches some my fall
While others agreeably consume the truth
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