Short Daylight Saving Poems

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Daylight Saving Time

No why would I want 
To be mis-behaving when
Light should be saving.

Along with more time
to be writing poems with.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Time Changes

One needs to remember the rhyme
Dealing with Daylight Saving Time:
"Do not let clocks get out of whack;
Spring ahead, and then, fall back, Jack."
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Daylight Saving Time

DST screws us up, makes us surly A custom from the past, makes us late or early Should be abandoned The eagle has landed Time to move on, it's no longer majority
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Daylight Saving Time

Now wait a minute, did we save a day or an hour It's Daylight Saving Time we can still smell the flowers Yet it's still confusing Is it summer or spring Going to my psych, will we see snow or a shower
Form: Limerick

Premium Member D S T

DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME

set ahead your clock
one hour ahead you set
you lose hour rest

d s t what's this
it means day light saving time
set ahead your clock

you lost sleep oh, well
you can get the hour back
in October month?

3/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Form: Haiku


Flyover

...And, now, six geese fly
by, low over the treetops,
leaving the lake at dusk
in Daylight Saving Time, as if
they said, too dark, too soon.
And, as long as the geese
are flying ensemble, talking
among themselves, irate
over the time change,
then, the natural world
is OK, and so am I.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Daylight Saving Time Andaree

November is here, all the clocks are set back.
Fewer daylight hours urge birds to pack.
Who guides them over the seas?
Perhaps a mild breeze
aids their flight.
Night
or daylight
they somehow find way
to their nice, warm holiday.
Does He help those little birds keep track?
November is here, all the clocks are set back.
Form: Rhyme

Living Daylights

Daylight Saving time again.
I guess we have never
had to make egg sandwiches,
at 7a.m.
deep in the dead-eyed dark of night,
then run out of must have mayo,
drive to the edge of a pale-faced light
to bring some home
then crawl to work half-asleep
with an aching head.
and already punch-drunk,
from leaping when told to.

I Have Daylight

I ran out quickly in the sun
And captured daylight, oh such fun
It’s in a jar beside my chair
Now it’s not going anywhere
I saved it and I’ll save some more
Because they don’t have it at the store
It’s daylight saving time you know
So save some daylight, not some snow
Seal it in a jar real tight
And let it warm you in the night
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Spring Forward

Set clocks forward soon.
No April Fool’s joke
that after this March,
my front yard trees will
burst with bright colors!

This next Sunday
Daylight Saving
is arriving.
I’ll be thriving.

Porch-sunning
before May
I will be!

Ready;
Get set -

Spring!

March 7, 2021 
for Caren Krutsinger's Spring Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest

Premium Member Daylight Saving Time

Daylight Saving Time

They had their reasons
an energy savings perhaps
or daylight appearance shift
an improvement of time..
But alas a darker view
has veiled the daylight..
Strokes and depression
shade our manipulations..
And perhaps more:
time stands revealed
as a thought impermanent
arriving and departing
veiling our lives
with its seeming
independence...

Slipstreaming

Daylight saving time
Springing forth and falling back
Spinning on in close hauled tack
Leaving wakes of fierce held tears
In tidal bores of racing years
With no time spent in quiet peace
Burning daylight sets the pace
For this, the human race.
Tho every once and then we touch
The laid back  confidence of such
Who ride the tidal force of life
In joy earned
Satisfaction

Premium Member Daylight Saving

So short the days,
so long to burn the fog
that masks the fading
muted reflections.
Orange red and yellow
meld to a soft amber that
drifts and falls slowly mellow.
November morning,
crisp dawning crushed
like the frost tipped blades -
rushed like the years final days
and the colors now gone.
I watch and recall,
once more forced to
be patient while waiting
for the sun.

Living Daylights

Daylight Saving time,
not many want or need it.
I guess some busy body
never had to make egg sandwiches,
at 7a.m. and then run out of mayo,
or crawl through traffic half-dead
with an aching head.

The living day lights;
half too dim, half too bright,
and in this clock-watching boxing ring
of a sleep-walking world
we are already punch-drunk,
from leaping when the light
is made to jump.

Premium Member Daylight Savings Advantages

DAYLIGHT SAVING
                                                  Advantages

                                         Advance clock one hour
                                       Undertake day’s endeavor
                                         Guest’s entertainment
                                      Darkness beckons engaging
                                   Less enchantment performance

By: Eve Roper 2/6/2015
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member March 9th 2014

Soon time's change will be calling,
Its spring forward then fall back.
Shades of night are slowly falling,
Makes my head go clickty clack.

We work and save until we retire,
Thinking we'll enjoy a life of ease.
Only to find we're about to expire,
And Daylight Saving Time's a tease.

None of this seems to make sense,
I've never seen this time we save.
At least so far I'm not past tense,
Its sunup till set, until the grave.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Daylight Saving Time

Daylight saving time

Engraçado esse horário!
A gente fica dormente
e até o galo endoidece!!!

Engraçado esse horário!
"Primavera a frente,
Outono pra trás" 

Passa a noite e vem o dia
E nem a crente tem fé.

Contam as horas cedo, 
no meio da primavera
e conta mais tarde
depois do verão terminar.

Roubada hora!
Adentra o dia, à noite a fora
A madrugada mais cedo
E vem o entardecer que não chora!
Que horas São?
Horas de fazer mais
Ah! 
De começar mais cedo ou mais tarde

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