Short Song Time Poems
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it was our special song
the first note launches instant time travel
warm memories flood my mind
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Come on guys I really need to go.
My inside are about to blow,
This line is way too long,
No time to sing a song.
I am filled with messy cargo.
dance
and song
all day long
still for moments
then roaming blooms and fuchsia midnight rooms
restless rapt wind rousing all to tango
in orange mists
of dawn or
scarlet
dusk
A gentle breeze carried the tune
of a lady gone too soon.
I listened to it longingly until,
inside my bones, it caused a chill;
and then blew my dreams through other bones,
across centuries of dulcet tones.
My mind is lost wandering around,
Trying to see a sight or hear a sound,
Which may never happen again,
Because the last thing I know how to do is work this pen,
And losing this would be the end,
For me and my only friend.
Form:
Time, time, time knocks.
Time, time, time – stops all voices.
Time is against me, and you, –
It runs forward, and loves no one.
«Time cures us». – Who is it? The doctor?
Or, in a white dressing gown, the executioner?
It's time for you to go to sleep,
So close your eyes and count some sheep.
1, 2, 3, 4, it's time to lay down and play no more.
5, 6, 7, 8, go to bed it's getting late.
The stars are in the sky above,
Now go to sleep my little love.
Where do you go
at the end of your dreams
Where do you go
when the daylight moves on
Where do you go
once your voice has run dry
Where do you go
—when tomorrow is gone
(Pagosa Springs Colorado: July, 2019-Rewritten 2-23-2021)
While I was writing this poem for you,
Something was ticking but I never knew,
then I stopped and heard a "ding",
And all of a sudden,
I started to sing,
Then i knew just what to write,
So I wrote about a clock,
Ticking through the night.
It's time for a new beginning. Time for us to stop pretending. For all we have is
each other. So le's just love one another. It's time to live ,not time to die. It's time
to laugh ,no time to cry. All we have is each other. So let's just love one another.
Form:
The early bird's gone,
T. Rex was his name,
Ancestor of birds,
Of all hues and songs,
Quaint to imagine!
Hummingbirds gay,
Lost in the blooms,
Chatting macaws,
And wise old owls.
The pride of,
Yesterday,
Beauty lives,
In trees,
So green,
Now.
Aksamim oksuzlugu
Gun olmamis yildiz
Sokaklar sensiz utanmis
Yikadilar gecemi tutamadim
Ruzgarlar adsiz sensiz
Ruzgarlar esdi sokaklarda
Yarim alamam kendimi
Bir cinar bir tas adsiz
Ruzgarlar cananim
Esti sesiz sokaklarinda
Utanirim oksuz kendimden
Aksamim oksuzlugu
Gun olmamis yildiz
Sokaklar sensiz utanmis
Yikadilar gecemi tutamadim
Ruzgarlar adsiz sensiz
Ruzgarlar esdi sokaklarda
Yarim alamam kendimi
Bir cinar bir tas adsiz
Ruzgarlar cananim
Esti sesiz sokaklarinda
Utanirim oksuz kendimden
the time wont wait
it moves as we move
the time never stops
but i havent got enough of you
so please stay a while
dont close that door yet
please make that smile
i dont wanna leave you in regret
the time wont wait
passing moments
are precious to me
please stay for a while
Like childhood friends
Remember me
The times were but good
A domain of innocence
Grant me peace
A haven we can each see
Join me, feast
The inquiry's of this
Untainted beast
A single forfeited lease
I beg of you
To see forth fit
Endeavored we be
But as grown men are haunted
We’ll play for keeps
A breath
Of fresh air
It’s there
Can you feel it?
Resting
Amongst the atmosphere
A breath
Of fresh air
I will still provide
The sadness in tunes
The gloominess
Of days to come
But as of now
I’ll give you
A breath
Of fresh air
Liveliness
Amongst the atmosphere
Can you feel it?
It’s there
Time... Let it roll on, take its toll on
Life... Let it go on, keep the show on
Song... Let it croon on, put the tune on
Dance... Let it groove on, sway and move on
Game... Let it play on, run and stay on
Pen... Let it write on, spread the light on
17th May 2023
For Line Gauthier's "Bitsize contest no 64"
(Entered for Contest: "Take Me To Where Love Learns No More". Sponsor: Justin Bordner. Deadline: 4/4/2025.)
Love can be hard
Love can be kind
Love can be kind of hard to find
Love could be yours
Love could be mine
Love could be time at yours or mine
Love is a bird
Love is a song
Love is a bird with a word and a song.
There was a time
when my vision was raw
but my words
were riper still
There was a time
before there was pain
with the weather
never chill
There was a time
when the wind called my name
zephyrs
fresh and new
There was a time
with my feelings in song
in love with the moment
— and you
(Perelman Center: September, 2025)
It is a song
that we grew up with
A song which contains
our hopes, joys and fears
But the mists of time
obscured our sight, our sensitivity
The mists of time
began to block the flow of chi
But we persevered
Once again our song shall be sung
Over the land
A bird wings its way home
And we watch
enchanted by the sight
When I am lost
When I am weak
When my feet refuse to move
You are the One who covers my fears
You are the One who dries my tears
You are the One who lifts me up
So every time my song is sung
And every time my name is praised
Every time a battle’s won
You are the Song they sing
You are the One that’s praised
You are the Hero sung
Red light stop
I'm going to fast
Sitting on top of
The World today
Moving around
North to west
Gots to Gots to
find some time rest
Big man calling
For a resolution
I just can't hide
Their so hard to please
Its about time
I finally get mine
You know it's
Suddenly do
No control
Spiriling down
into the dark
i find life
Little, little riverside stream
You water my dreams
Giving fresh flower in the Spring
All that new life your help brings
Flowing on through Summer
Carrying gold for our rings
Catching fallen leaves in Autumn
Many colors you now carry
Freeze you won't in the chill of Winter
Changing you of this I won't worry
J.R. Thomas
Copyright August 12,2007
This dance says it all, hatred and anger,
Because Every Breath You Take I’ll stare,
I’ll sing it while i dance so you remember,
That before you sexually abuse, you tare.
Tare into yourself if you have to, go on,
Accept humiliation privately or else suffer,
Derision publicly with glares from everyone,
Who put me up somewhat with their confer.
27/5/2015
Swimming deep in the ease inside my bed-
I sift through dreams that drift inside my head-
And kiss the storm that's deep inside my core-
where dancing in the rain is not a metaphor.
Slept through love, and slept through it's collage-
turns out what was real, was a mirage-
And kiss the pain that's deep inside my core-
because where there was a Miss, there is no more.