Short Timeme Poems
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Tick tock tick tock
All I hear’s that bloody clock
Chiding me for wasting time
Is it really such a crime
To put your feet up when you’re done
Rest, relax and have some fun
It winds me up that awful sound
So now, I leave the clock unwound
Form:
Let me fall
Let me pick myself up
Let me alone to learn
Let me see first hand
Just let me fall!
Let me have a voice
Let me scream
Let me cry
Let me hurt
Just let me fall!
Let me know pain
Let me feel it
Let me know it
Let me work through it
Just let me fall!
Rosemarie Schrock may 29, 2011
Form:
Don’t promise me the world
That’s not yours to give
Neither promise me forever
When all you have to give is today
Just give me your today
And all it encompasses
And should forever come and finds us here
Our mere presence would speak of our genuine love
~*~
©04/17/11 Audrey Haick a.k.a. Annalise Brigham
The rising sun throws it’s first beams
across the morning glade.
These waking hours are as it seems
to me the strength of day.
I stop and take in as I walk
the newness of the sights:
the deer feeding among the stalks,
the hawk up high in flight.
For me this quiet time of day
is sanctuary here.
In this reprieve I want to stay,
in this, where God is near.
Being careful with the sugar, Mr. Thomas?
Perhaps, Mrs. Maggie. My health has done me so. But I’ll have you know, the new bitterness
does quite wake me.
So you prefer the blackness of your coffee to caress the crisp scent of morning?
Ah, and let me tell you how much sweeter it is, this morning.
I am quite puzzled.
No, just unaccustomed.
To what am I unaccustomed, Mr. Thomas?
Death, Mrs. Maggie.
Great days, great nights gone away
Leaving behind their memories
Which relish me in some way
The anxieties and worries
Of the school days remind me a way
In which I used to live
The days are gone away
Now is the college life giving tensions and worries
And some scary movies…
And some little good ways
In which I remember god in hourlies
The days are gone…
The days are gone….
Leaving behind their memories…….
Form:
Misty eyed and smiling
But she sees me not.
I smile back and coax her;
Still she sees me not.
Guide her to the window
Seems she sees me not,
Try to find what’s hidden,
Lo, she sees me not.
I know there’s a reason
That she sees me not,
Attempt to find a trigger
No, she sees me not.
But, somehow, she’s changing
Though she sees me not,
Next time we might break through
As she sees me not,
And maybe someday I will know
Why she sees me not.
Form:
you ask can you go
but i just dont know
wouldnt want you to fall for a hoe
so
give me some time
and try to ease my mind
maybe itll be fine
to leave me behind
but
if i do
choose to let you
i hope it will renew
our trust issue
maybe
it will be good
to get you out the hood
maybe you should
cuz
we may need some space
so we can replace
what has been misplaced
meaning
its hard to miss what you see everyday
so maybe this will be a good way
Form:
N ight terrors through the room.
I reach for help but I find gloom.
G ive me a hand please.
H and me a prayer.
T ame this doubt that guides my fear.
T ell me everything will be alright.
I don't want to go to sleep tonight.
M y dreams are haunted.
E verything is so real.
T ell me what to do.
E xplain to me how to heal.
R ip this enemy from my sleep.
R aging restless night I keep.
O h rescue me from this day.
R elieve me from this fear I pray.
Sleep does not come easy as it use too,my dreams are long and scarey,where have my
pleasent dreams gone,dang I feel so alone!God look down on me from your throne!Life is on
edge and at night I do threat about everything in my life cause it is full of pain and striff!
Slleep does not come easy anymore and America is not the great whore!Abba let thou spirit
come apone me and let my mind be free so I may sleep tonight underneath the stars and
the moon light!Sleep never comes easy for me!
Form:
I walked with scents and beauty
Redwoods, lilies, pines, morning glory's
Camped in darkness amist shinging stars
Just for future stories
Water gushing with force
Shooting with grace off beaten rocks
Crisp air for a last breath
A door to which I knock
Please let me enter
I feel my deeds are done
Refuse me not for I'm tired
Of the rising sun
The doors stayed closed
I'm ignored yet once again
Unknown if for kindness
Maybe I need one more sin
Things I have from yesterday,
those days from years gone by
remind me of those younger days
and dreams that touched the sky.
Times were so much simpler then,
the seasons that we knew
reminded us of days when
our boyhood dreams were true.
Living life for the moment,
o, what we would not do.
It’s sure we would have known that
these times would soon be through.
Looking back on times we had
inspire these days ahead.
Coming years still find me glad
as dreams still fill my head.