Short Time Capsule Poems
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dusting stale portrait
graying visage from my past
gilds blithe memories
romance stilled in time capsule
shadows my jealous lover
Mental image drawn
Encoded message filed
Mapped sequence spawned
Ostracized in time capsule
Recurring stimuli recall
Yearning for continuity
Fall is a time capsule.
Precious moments turn into memories we treasure.
We become collectors of flashbacks.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
a time capsule locks inside my head ~ box of gray matter lined with lead
pipe dreams and u bends from a life i led ~ sealed off now until i’m dead
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Howmanysyllables 2x17
02/27/23
Time Capsule
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
I carved a name upon a tree,
Like a time capsule, I thought.
In twenty years, I returned,
But God, the great time keeper,
Thought this was not to be
For upon my arrival,
I found the tree had burned.
I've watched
Silent
in rooms
Next to
Saints and souls
Stories
Of love
Melt my
heart
Like church
candels
Alone
Feels like
the inside of
A freezer
With the
door shut
I'm
lost
like a blueberry
On the floor
of a supermarket
Your Words
replayed
in a time capsule
Thrown thru space
So many earths to unearth....
worlds that define my history
like a geological time capsule;
you see,
I hid them from seas
of terror
in a world of fear.
I shoveled them down
for years,
until I forgot how they look like.
Sometimes I exhume them
for remembrance,
only to crowd my mind
with unnecessary mess
all over again......
A time capsule was uncovered in Olde Boston the other day.
'Twas found in the Statehouse cornerstone, so they say.
'Twas placed there by patriots Samuel Adams and Paul Revere.
'Mongst other things found were three jugs of Samuel Adams Beer!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
I ponder the same thoughts as he.
But my words are rocks.
Illusive, words go beyond feeling them,
Beyond memories,
Deep into native instincts
Forgotten in generations of rebirth.
His stones are
Time before; time hereafter;
A time capsule within;
A mystery without.
Mine are rocks.
Inspired by the poem "Stone," by Charles Simic, current Poet Laureate
Never able to break on through
caught in the time capsule
of yesterday’s tomorrow
he wandered alone …
Searching the darkened streets
of Santa Monica
hearing the music—chasing the words
dancing as demons followed behind
Channeling ancient voices
trapped outside a future closed
to his irreverent questioning
—lost within the storm
(To JDM: August, 2023)
My Daughter of time
My daughter of 1989
The face that etches in mine
Can you not see my pain
Plastered on my sleeve
Why have you turned from mine
The time capsule so rare
Love define in our hearts
Forgotten on some hill
Please turn back 1989
Being there I am secure
Endure the emotion of play
Please turn back and stay
My Daughter of 1989
Athena Charlotte
You try. Everyday you try.
You get up, search, write, you hit apply.
You do the same cycle; wash, rinse, clean.
You hope that in every solitaire, a reply will come after.
You wait, and wait, and wait.
Sometimes, you get nothing, sometimes you get objections.
You try. Everyday you try.
When will you do? Do you know what to do?
That one day will come. In time, you'll know. . . you'll do.
Form:
dug up
unearthed
a time capsule
of sorts yesterday
will planting a tree
when the capsule
was unlocked
inside was found
a lovely heart shaped
antique locket
the motto
inscribed within
the locket was
indicative of a time
gone by
when their was hope
when their was faith
living within the youthful
heart
imagination drifted
to thoughts of where
are they now
Something inside wants to shine
But do I dare let it breath
What kind of harm would it cause
When it reaches out
From with in
Where it never has been a popular choice
Should I let you see how ugly it became
As tme as gone by I felt ignored
I felt insignificant
Should it be aloud to live
In a less than perfect world
I am the time capsule of change
The one that now sees
I am free to be mè.
This is a flag planted in territory I could not hope to control.
A buoy dropped in space that will never be sighted again.
A desperate note protected by a fragile bottle in the fathomless oceans.
Why does a craftsman labor to build an instrument that he knows cannot possibly function?
I have no answer, though I must be driven by that same force as I vainly attempt to tether time.
14 April 2021
I'm not broken, I'm falling apart.
Words not spoken, where should I start?
Someone interested me, intrigued I became.
I imagined possibilities, I sang in the rain.
A five year time capsule, became my routine.
I played the role still I knew what I had seen.
I seen evil look me in the eye.
That evil was the liar of my life.
I got stuck in believing he would change,
now I am caught crying in this rain.
Abstract art chiseled in cement,
it’s an overlooked time capsule.
You can see the old gathered pool,
a sunny day with wet pavement.
An afternoon filled with time spent
created with that ancient tool.
Abstract art chiseled in cement,
it’s an overlooked time capsule.
Take in the words the poet sent.
To walk upon it? You’re a fool.
Each stroke a facet of the jewel,
you can feel the poet’s lament.
Abstract art chiseled in cement.
In My Mind
by Terry Richardson
Let me take you back to a time,
When all the world was sublime.
Imagine you find yourself In My Mind,
Don't know what you think you will find.
In My Mind a time capsule unto the past,
Which seems to have become so vast.
Living in the shadow of my dreams,
Now what to me so dreary seems.
For that bright hope to last,
One must hold the future fast.
But now that time is gone and past,
Sweet memories forgotten at the last.