Second Poems - Poems about Second

In buses, on bikes, as passengers in Ubers Faces blur and deeds collide. Sprint down streets, stuck behind the slow, always in passing I see stories unfold. Quick check behind in case of cars, None in sight but there's a beep. Cyclists are invisible to pedestrians with places to be. Taxi beeps at taxi and beeped at hops out To harass the beeper...

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The Second To The Last Straw Just Forgiving One More Time, This Isn’t A Super-Wide Camel's Back With A Minor Tolerance In Mind. The Conditions For Unconditional Can Quickly Toughen Love To Scars. There Maybe Something Out Of Place I Can Rearrange… Ummm, Depending How You Really Are. Nope. Whatever. Closed. Sorry. -Gray Squirrel 07-27-2025 ...

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If I ever had to live with regret It would be the choice I made That day just past midday When the world dropped its mask. There I stood adrift in thought Drowning in a tide of anger Sinking beneath my own silence Wounded by what I didn’t know. If I could build a softer clock I’d turn its hands back gently To the moment...

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All that awaits are the memories All that’s left still unclaimed All that I treasure lay buried inside All in those choices — unmade (Dreamsleep: July, 2025) ...

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A heart's silent scream, Yearning for the ghost of hope, Each dawn brings despair. Shadows weave around, Promises of what could be, Yet they fade like mist. Ripples on still lakes, Memories whisper my name, But never reply. Time's cruel embrace tight, Days stretch, heavy...

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The ass on high protein diet Thinks he can really fight the beast The beast has lost his instincts and He is struggling to just live The genius is being mocked Mediocrity is being preserved Monk is yelling abuses The preacher is moaning in the jail The poet prophecied of "second coming" I can just cry for him...

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Must every second always count eyes focused on the prize Must purpose color our every act ‘til every vista’s funereal black ...

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Second Thoughts** Falling in love with someone you can never truly be with can be haunting. We hide behind filtered photos—wearing a smile, using body language as our shield. As poets, we feel deeply; we observe and express our emotions through the words we write. My heart is weary—so weary. (Elizabeth Browning) Our tone...

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Present cannot set advantage Over past, that seems like gone Though it’s always on the verge Of the memories you prone To belong to, while intending To break free from shades of time Partly loosing understanding Doesn’t look at all sublime But it goes like Latin dictum Drive the nature out of door Then it flies back home to victim Through the window, like before. ...

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In a world of haste and make believe where time is a most valuable commodity, do we really want to miss chasing rainbows and cuddling kittens, taking the scenic route and smelling the roses along our way? Sometimes a detour is the best shortcut. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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every second is a choice I could draw a cartoon play with my dogs clean the refrigerator every minute is a choice I could paint a canvas write thirty-two poems vacuum the house every day is a choice I could meet my friends read other people’s poems wash the dishes cleaning the refrigerator vacuuming the house and washing the dishes are out I could read other people’s poems though...

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if you want to do something logical ~ at least think about it first if this advice feels illogical ~ it’s probably just your bubble burst by David Kavanagh...

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In a labyrinth of time, every second is a grain of sand scattered, everything hurts: old age is a veil of shadow over my thoughts, and death, an old acquaintance, draws closer with every tick of the clock, an old man like me can vanish in an instant, like a star that fades away, leaving behind only memories and...

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First time around, I slowly locked him out and threw away the keys. Memories of him fell like Autumn leaves. In reality, he was a father that I thought I really knew. But in reality, he was also a father I never really knew. It was when I was shown a different view that he became someone entirely new. After years, and not...

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Second chances might not be Quite what you expect When you hope to try again At the exact same circumstance Mistakes are made each day By each and everyone And maybe everyone gets to try again Just not the way they think They think they'll get a chance To right the wrongs they made To love her right the second time When the first...

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