Short Countless Hours Poems

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Premium Member Observation On Playing Games

I can remember a time not so long ago
When children whooped it up most all day
Playing outdoor games with made-up names
And caring little for come what may
But now, they spend countless hours
Manipulating hand-held electronic gadgets
And have absolutely nothing to say.

Written June 17, 2021
Form: Rhyme


Realities of Dreams

like a two way mirror
our personal looking glass
a series of moments
being reflected back

images keep flowing
floating by on endless streams
countless hours chasing
realities of dreams

not everything appears to be
exactly what it seems
inner feeling , can seem more real
than our perceptive reality .

The Art of Boredom and Destruction

Countless Hours Gone By,

Mindless Repitition of Motion Production,

Endless Promotion of Material Destruction,

Which leads us to Mention,

of the Earth's Destruction and

Endless Production.

Awake Now and Let the Material Be Gone.

Our Survival Depends on Our Awake Response to Destruction

and the Art of Boredom Production.

Premium Member Facsimile Poetry

 	      Sitting here at my desk
                 listening to my music

              Dreaming up half-baked metaphor
                 tone-deaf simile
                    facsimile poetry… 

              My mind wanders to the obvious
                 the countless hours spent thus
                    ~ the mirror I cuss
Form: Rhyme

The Right Spot

Time to touch the forbidden button 
Years of searching for its location 
Time is not on my side 
Countless hours dedicated for a split decision 
My youth hindered my coordination 
Going left, knowing I wasn't right 
An unattainable reaction drove me to my detriment 
For the button remains a mystery, 
Never to be found by the common man
It lies dormant until awakened by the extraordinary


Button

Time to touch the forbidden button 
Years of constant searching for its location 
Time is not on my side 
Countless hours dedicated to a split decision 
My youth hindered my coordination 
Going left, knowing I wasn't right 
An unattainable essence drove me to my detriment 
For the button remains a mystery 
Never to be found by the common man 
It lies dormant until awakened by the extraordinary

Lake

look out across the peaceful lake that holds all your secrets. So many tears have been shed hear, Countless hours of day dreaming,have been done there As you slip away into the sun as it sets over the horizon. The lake is so still and motionless. Knowing all your dreams and fears, Watching the ducks swim is priceless. It is a home to fish and the under world life. this lake is my friend for eternity on this warm summers day.
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Red Silouehette

Agony poisoned every thorn on this rose
Feeding the ashamed for what they are worth
In countless times, where did these countless hours fall?
Aura suffocates our senses
Leaving a trail full of fear
Fear of the unknown
Bottled up, your heart shifts
Feelings of insecurity
Breaking the glass inside yourself
It robs your bones
From the inside out
So pale, you stand broken
Will you follow the smoke
That was left behind
For you to choke upon?

No Title

What's the definition of alone? 
Is it a feeling or a place?
Does it ever go away?
As hopelessness takes over
I feel weaker than ever
Lost in thoughts of sorrow
Haunted by the pain of tomorrow
Countless hours of hiding from the rain
Scared to face this unbareable pain
I feel my body shutting down
Screaming and crying without a sound
How does one turn the page?
Please help me escape this cage
I want to be happy with no fear
So please help me god, if you're there...
© Tory Tory  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Starry Seasons

Winter nights
snowflakes and in space
radiating perfectly elegant scenery
in its shining wake
Spring Nights
the best season for full moon
flowers watch the pearl, too
as you take a good look up there at midnight
Summer nights
billions of suns in sight
for countless hours
of walking on cool dry sands near a waving mirror
Autumn nights
dark red trees and ghostly winds
wolves howl up into the heavens
leaves fall like snow as they pile up
and equal to the amount of celestial shines

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