Short Out Of Time Poems
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The mathematician
He never listens
Plans to fly beyond black hole
He is flying blind
He is out of time
Of his fate no one will know
some where
in the world
at this the
time of my
summer
it is winter
so let me
make my
favorite fix
of her sweet
chocolate
with my cream
Form:
When we’re lucky enough to find those we love in life
those who’ve helped us on our climb…
we never run out of love for them…
we only run out of time.
The model loses her clothes
While walking the runway she chose
Her clothes got caught on a line
She then ran out of time
Naked her body was red as a rose
I watch stars crash, more certain now
Than ever before that we've left the past
Far behind, down, and slowly come
To terms that we're running out of time.
As the days come to a close
I can only sigh
never seeing you as the days went by
I thought you'd make the call
but I had to do it all
and I ran out of time
Form:
Today nobody likes my limericks
I guess that maybe they're too chimeric
Or perhaps it's the rhyme
That's a step out of time
That makes my limericks ridic-eric
Form:
Time always delivers
don't hold your breath
but be sure
Time will always endure --
We may not...:
Vote Trump
and not for more
Marxist/communist-rot.
I am grateful for all the beauty nature possesses
as someone who loves to write a rhyme….
with nature I will never run out of poems to write
before I run out of time.
Today I’m thankful for Vince Lombardi
whose wisdom about the game of life I shall now attempt to rhyme…
He famously said:
We never lost a game…
We just ran out of time.
I can just barely count to five,
Let alone try and track my rhyme.
I hope my last line can revive,
Some humor before I’m out of time.
But I feel like Quintains are a crime.
I slid down a hill that was covered in slime
I almost kept going, but I stopped on a dime
To get back to the top is a hell of a climb
I would do it all over, but I'm all out of time
Something oh so simple
Shows me how I’m rooted
In this life’s time and place
But with roots really out of time
I’m triggered by connections
To recall my original face
(11/16/25)
there was a young lass named Mame
who thought she was headed for fame
she wanted to be a mime
but ran out of time
she talked too much and had only herself to blame
I am running out of time.
I have one shot to make
But it is too far away
and I have few words to use.
@ what time
am I right?
@ what time
am I dumb?
@ what time
do you reap me?
Click flash magic
An image out of time
Funny happy tragic
All the images sublime
Tool gadget toy
The moment forever to capture
Recall remember enjoy
Memories keep you in rapture
Better than being a Trump retard
Who from my list has been barred
Body and face are too badly scared.
Ran out of time. Will finish later.
Jim Horn
You can for me if you want to.
Running, meeting the edge of the world,
Time crumbling beneath my soles.
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May 2, 2019
Crystal Clear Poetry Contest - Using Image #6
Sponsor: Joseph May
Poem Type: Crystalline
We have run out of time
to spend together
we have run out of words
to tell one another
we have run out of patiance
to deal with each other
We have run out of love
for one another
Form:
There once was a girl named Shama
Who wondered about her karma
As a poet her rhymes
Were always out of time
To most her terza rima was trauma
Deborah's
limerick contest
out of sight
out of mind
out of sorts
out of touch
out of luck
out of service
out of nowhere
out of here
out of control
out of it
out of time
out of ideas
out of words
Oh you tell of a forlorn maiden
so much out of step out of time
one so close to this my heart
alas simple of mind
yet she is my kind
she’s my mother
age exposed
withered
lost
© Harry J Horsman 2013
the cold empty hands
the damn speak
unintelligble
the cold empty hands
the damn speak
the crazed bat eyes and expect understanding
the damned speak
and nearness happened
just about out of time
As the candidate yammered on
His opponent stood his ground
When the first ran out of time
In a flash the second chimed ~
“I’d always thought a man’s word was his bond”
Endlessly the nomad wanders
Blindly to the life he squanders
Far searching for some hidden truth
So desperate clings by nail and tooth
Fatigued the many peaks to climb
Now near the edge but out of time