Short Stopwatch Poems

Short Stopwatch Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stopwatch by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stopwatch by length and keyword.

Tik Tok

Stop the clock
As I for one
Cannot
Forever be on a stopwatch
Always 
Dancing to Tik Tok

My time now though is nearly up

So I rewind the clock

Then pull out the stop

Tik Tok, Tik Tok,

But sooner or later 
The dance will stop..

DAMO

© Damian Keady  

Idea of profit hope for snowflake March and November rain. Are you leading back to Rapid City or Pine Ridge?
I was in the halfway house in Mitchell. Did you visit the Corn Palace or the doll shop?
I heard you are in Aberdeen. I am still your dream? 
Symmetrical preponderance stopwatch courthouse cuckoo clock 
Spitting on gravestones North Minnesota

© Josh Moore South Dakota  

Idea of profit hope for snowflake March and November rain. Are you leading back to Rapid City or Pine Ridge?
I was in the halfway house in Mitchell. Did you visit the Corn Palace or the doll shop?
I heard you are in Aberdeen. I am still your dream? 
Symmetrical preponderance stopwatch courthouse cuckoo clock 
Spitting on gravestones North Minnesota

© Josh Moore South Dakota  

Silence says I love you!,
   Also, I hate you.
Silence says I care for you,
   Also, who are you?
Silence says I am curious, tell me more..
   Also, don't bother - you are a bore.
Silence says you are right goon..
   Also, shut up you are absolutely wrong!

Silence is Concern, Confusion & Frustration!

For you they are thoughts, 
    For your beloved they are stopwatch.

So, pls save them and speak out !!

As Love will wait till end 

Silently ofcourse..

© Abhiruchi Shrivastava  

Freezing me you're a bend in time;
Forcing my arch making me lurch 
I gasp for air in a sweaty panic;
My pulsing hourglass is about to pop;

Forcing my arch making me lurch;
Those delicate keyboard strokes;
A life stolen by your close fisted kiss;

I gasp for air in a sweaty panic,
where did my sense of reason go?
Your run has broken my stopwatch;

My pulsing hourglass is about to pop
to savor this juncture over and over;
For in your eyes nothing's left of Earth.

© Melani Udaeta