Short Sundials Poems

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


Time

TIME passes timepieces sundials, water clocks known relics of past time timers supplant the hourglass “I-phones put the wristwatch on hold.”
revised June 21, 2014, Spring Equinox.
Form: Verse


Curfew

your eyes burn brighter than the stars
no force of gravity could pull as strong
or fall as hard as I
transfixed and made to gaze
on sundials keeping tabs and time
I would make the planets realign
eclipsing, shutting out the sun
I would plunge the world in darkness
just to stay here past tonight
© Nora Goff  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Measurements of Time-

sometimes times solid; by minute or hour hands; measurements of time; hour glass broken; sundials don’t work in the rain; sometimes times misses; measurements of time; by minute or hour hands; times solid sometimes; 6/27/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Form: Haiku

Premium Member This Forever Artist

Swiftly
On a rainbow
Rode the moonlight
Surfing on the river’s drifting leaves
Afloat upon the hopes
Of spinning dandelions
Creeping through the gray
Of tombstone chill
Shadowing the sundials darker side.

Mingling amid the stoic lovers
Teasing the silent Owl’s sight
Haunting the silhouettes of cities
This forever artist paints its endless night

Premium Member Natures Gift

The beauty of nature follows us 
Wherever we go... here, there, high and low
Through sundials of time, places and circumstances
As changes sweep through our intricate lives,
The gift of nature trails behind and with us
Wherever we go or whatever we are faced with,
Remember, this gift of nature is with us, always!
        Look, watch, breathe, live ..!!

Heidi Sands 

9/19/19


Premium Member Rumor of Broken Time Keeper

At first we heard a timekeeper was broken
But how do you break a person?
Or was a timekeeper something else in this world?
I looked around for evidence of time.
I found no clocks, watches or sundials.

This is a strange planet, I admitted to my captain.
Maybe because all of the time dials have been stolen or broken.
That would explain the lack of structure.
People were running amok, as if they did not know whether to come or go.
Broken timekeepers are no joke.

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