Short Clockwork Poems
Short Clockwork Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Clockwork by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Clockwork by length and keyword.
Clockwork Cat
Pats my sleepy cheek.
Hits my eyelids, boops my nose.
Yelling please get up!
-by Edlynn Nau
©April 13, 2019
Lights Out
By Nathan Hannen
Shadows creep and time ticks
Babies weep and clockwork clicks
Night turns to day, Onward marching
The End.
Form:
the tide like clockwork rushes in
reeling in summertime memories and such
joy comes in all shapes and sizes
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
no rain brings no weeds
grass ceases to survive
like clockwork it rains
rain brings many weeds
grass becomes green once again
daily mowing starts
you've sailed away
and left me behind
still much like the sun
i go through the motions
regular as clockwork
inside i wait
AP: 2nd place 2022
our hearts are in synch
spiritually beating
a physical rhyme
tempo increases
fluency arises from
movement so sublime
our quiet rhythm
a lovely clockwork
without space and time
pull the veil separating day from night
and with a stroke of grace
beauty's canvas renewed
the cycle is immortalized
behold the rhythm of the universe
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The lonely is looking,
The hungry is hunting,
A scared little girl is missing her heart.
The dreamer is dying,
The fearful is flying,
And her clockwork teardrops are wound, but won't start.
There is a sweet lady named Rose,
who has a very distinguished nose.
When the sun does shine,
her face it will tell time.
It works like clockwork til she blows.
12/24/18
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
There is nothing I could say
That would ever make the ticking sound
Ever go away
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
Can't pinpoint the start
And will never know when it will end
My ever-ticking heart
The seasons come and go
Like our lives
We are bound by time
And as our end draws near
Just like clockwork
We will draw our last breath
And fade away with time
pleated mountains peaks
clockwork waterfalls
chiseled crevices
pressure etched artwork
cascading timeline
gliding the dial
3-25-2021
Tableau - 6 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
There are teenagers knocking and ringing
the bells of the elderly nearby at night
waves of stealing cars and items of homes,
Clockwork Orange returns installing fear
but now it real and beyond belief
Armageddon near?
At rising dawn of man we were acquainted with the flame
Then our clockwork devices channeled nature's force made tame
But there is one more energy which flies in a realm higher
Once love is harnessed we shall have again discovered fire
Count the seconds everlong
Linger with the turning hands
On and on we twist and turn
Calculating the time of our next step
Keep the pace
With every tick we flinch
On every tock we run
Raving about the steady ways,
Kept under the pendulum
pristine forest just behind you
lost where no one else will find you
off across the vast domain
of your childhood you remain
don't reveal your clockwork crystals
whirring,spinning
in the mist all
things will right themselves
in time
never
consecrate
the crime
Tomorrow is here,
the reckoning of another day gone.
Rushing at the open door of now,
spent before I can wrap myself around it.
A wave of time that crashes with surprise,
slips away without looking back.
Hands that cannot hold it,
point at the door through which it has gone.
north and south
east and west
the seasons four
regular like clockwork
they drove our calendar
now somehow become
an unpredictable mishmash
lacking rhyme or reason
we now keep leery tabs
on climate change
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
Iv been looking for a place to plug into
Levels are so low
Way below the line
We waited
For years it rained
Every morning like clockwork
The trees shook
And the birds took off
Later I dragged my shadow
through the mud
Betrayed by the sun
I no longer followed
Have you seen a golden morning
With dew kissed grass
Long shadows slowly receding
And the sweet hello the birds sing
The day renewed across the sky
As the world awakens again
Slowly the clockwork creaks and groans
As well rehearsed life energises the day.
© Paul Warren Poetry
april brings us
its share of miracles
of life that sprouts
in shades of green
every year the cycle
like clockwork
rejuvenates yet
we are always in awe
spring give rise
to our sense of salvation
and of hope that
we have not been forsaken
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Out of all this murder and rape,
we never once stopped to listen to the basement tape
telling us to live our lives with God
even though it was rather odd.
We never stopped to think
that's why the ship has sank.
We will just keep going with our useless lives
pass around another drink.
are these days that pour of subway’s sweat,
then emboss night with a vault
of celibate, white stars? coffee and newspaper
expire as the hours dwindle into clockwork ticks.
Liberum Divisa 2 of Gregory R Barden
From the poem, Seven Days
Posted 10/28/2020
Im running down
Slow
Tired
Tick. Tick. Tick
Always watched
Waited on
Groans when im not just right
Eyes on me until the
very. last. Second.
A lesson to be taught
A thing to be calculated
Every day is the same
Running around in a circle
One step at a time
For an inevitable eternity
Forty years have passed
Some people late
Memory like clockwork
“Stay away from that hole” he said
I will I will
I will not
Not be told
You can build a bure on top of me
The foundations are weak
But the smoky darkness is clearing
Yes, the hole still has me
Finally big enough to step up
Almost