Short Tempus Poems

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


Tres Dimensiva Tempus

Time passes through my watch,
as function follows form

Most sacred of mysteries
—the final sojourn

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Form: Rhyme


Repudium Tempus

Time
divorces from memory
Moments
refocused sublime

Lost
in sequential detachment
Freeing the message
—unsigned  

(The New Room: June, 2023)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Busy, Busy, Busy, Busy

Tempus fugit - Time Flies
    No time for hellos
    No time for good-byes
      Busy, busy, busy, busy...

   If so, the purpose of life
      must be to stay dizzy
Form: Rhyme

Tempus Ephemera

Capsules of time…
no beginning or end

The view from without,
the view from within

Defining the space,
transporting the hours

Moment by moment
—again and again

(Haverford College: October, 2020)
Form: Rhyme

Tempus Fugit

They say time flies when you're having fun,
That merely minutes pass between each rising of the Sun.
That quicker than you blink, the sands have all but run,
That faster than you think, the deal is dead and done.
Form: Quatrain


Angels In Transit

Death is a journey
that’s taken alone

Released from the tempus,
our spirits to roam

Death is a servant
indentured to slave

A Master beyond
—new Angels at play

(The Book Of Prayers: February, 2021)
Form: Rhyme

Tempus Absumitur

No time for the memories,
no time to refrain
No time for the questions,
as answers proclaim
No time for the yearnings,
 regret hovers close
No time for new learning
—all time but a ghost

(Dreamsleep: December, 2015)
Form: Rhyme

Time Flies

'Tempus fugit' we cannot deny
for suppleness dwindles and mirrors can't lie.
As wrinkles start spreading and children depart
the truth of this saying hits home like a dart.

14.02.22


Latin lessons poetry contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lillico
Form: Rhyme

Tempus Fugit

TEMPUS     FUGIT



In a short life why must men be grave?  We must all be grave men  shortly.


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Entered in David Williams’s Chiasmus   Competition
Form: Monoku

Tempus Fugit Tb

Time flies they say
If so, may wings
each day soar high

May not regret
as sunset falls
beget dismay

Each new sunrise
With fresh eyes seize
And prize the day.


31.01.19

'Any Theme Than Bauk Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Form: Than-Bauk

Premium Member Tempus Americanus - American Time

      The teacher said, ‘Back in five minutes,’ before leaving the room
          His students groaned, ‘half an hour’ meant ‘soon’

      The time crawled by, the class dwindled to one
          ‘Still here?’ teacher asked ~ ‘Next class hasn’t begun’
Form: Couplet

Tempus Fugit

I sat by the television today. Bored out of my mind I must say. I appreciate that I have senior status not as if it really matters. But when the television announcer place me as and old person. How time flies. I was just appreciating being a senior. Oh well tempus fugit.

Premium Member Tempus Fugit L

Tempus Fugit L (Time Flies) Written: by Tom Wright 4/15/2018 When faced with a project that I’m eschewing, The time seems prolonged and I speculate why. But undertaking assignments that I enjoy doing, Time escapes, and figuratively speaking, does fly.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Nauita Tempus

Our past is never
 where its left,
the tide always returns

Those things unsaid
not put to bed,
like butter still unchurned

Returning once
returning twice,
its power built on fear

To undermine
those things adrift
—till anchored yesteryear

(The New Room: March, 2022)
Form: Rhyme

Worlds Collide

Worlds collide
Its not your home coming day
The flowers wilters
You've lost that spark
Your future isn't bright
Tempus fugit
The discretion has gone
Just stay where you are

Fancy dancer
midnight chancer
you taught me the steps over
Give me one last chance to see
gave one more kiss than received
You try, crystal clear
memories are dear to me

Tempus Incognitum

gears
always know
the minutes.
clogs corner 
roman numerals. 

What bird
lives in you
and how do you
every hour get 
the feather symbol
to chirp?

In reaching zenith
time returns again
to downward spiral

i am the last
in the chain of being
for  i wind-up
the nest
time builds
on everyone's wall
as metal
pine-cones
ascend
as clockwork
does its
intended
mechanism.

Premium Member Bright Birds

Listen to poem:
Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through sprinklers' sweeps,
birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then, Tempus
pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus fugit.

Pale Daughters 4

Pale daughters wash between their ears
always requiring a shine
playing chicken
They ignore the red traffic lights
claiming they want a real life

A life without jewels
They jostle for manufactured joys
Tempus Fugit
How they age disgracefully
hollow like a shell
They gain your trust
then play cat and mouse
Viva  la difference in reverse
they are only harvesters of 
an autumnaless garden

Premium Member Tempus Fugit (L)

I shall forbear to wile away
My time in discontent.
But with each day,
Endeavor to extract from it,
The good that God has sent.

For though in awe of Him,
Intrepid, I shall strive to be.
Catering not to some earthly whim,
But at a Godly gait, in haste,
Using the time He's given me.

For as sure as each day brings,
With it a rising sun.
So time, the devourer of all things,
Will cause my sun to set
Making my life's work, soon done.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Tempus Fugit

Does anyone else have the feeling
That life is escaping too fast
That passing of time leaves you reeling
As present reverts to the past?

A blink, and the baby is crawling
Then walking to school on his own
Too soon university's calling
And full independence is sown.

For time cannot stall in its travels
And yes, we should treasure what's gone,
But shape as each new day unravels
Fresh memories that will live on.

11.11.20

( My son turns 30 this month!)
Form: Rhyme

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