Short Wasting Time Poems
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I'm wasting words and wasting time
Trying to explain this heart of mine
No easy task to understand
So take my word and take my hand
Wasting time on this waiting game
Tomorrow and the next, something remains the same
that you and I are fiction
and you and she are fact
By wasting time lamenting of past failures
We deprive ourselves of future successes!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 June 2020
Hate consumes,
worms through our brains,
wasting time
best spent elsewhere;
Energy
should be deployed
on peaceful
things bringing
love to all.
Wasting time regretting for things done leaves little time for things that have to be done!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 July 2018
Wasting time regretting for past failures is the surest way our future successes to undermine!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
27 June 2016
accessing...
browsing...
downloading...
logging...
posting...
scanning, scrolling, surfing...
uploading...
I spend hours online
wasting time...
and I'm so good at it!
Wasting time,
life’s greatest pleasure
Wasting time,
life’s greatest pain
Wasting time,
beyond all measure
Wasting time
—bittersweet refrain
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
A power struggle with my flesh
fighting with my impatience
playing tug a war with my addictions
arm wrestling with my anger
shadow boxing with my fears
temptation is such a waste of time
Political Elite
Protected Class
Ivory Towers
Deceitful Cast
Foolish Games
Wasting Time
Dirty Swamp
Committing Crime
Above the law
the fodder be
of course it's you
of course it' me.
The silky satin of sudden sin
defeats the desire to stay prim,
and burns beneath the bowers
with unrequited urgent powers,
waiting, wilting wasting time
teasing and trying to make it rhyme!
My mind is trapped within this maze,
forced to ponder bygone days,
wasting time on what is lost,
reliving paths long since crossed,
deep remorse for choices made,
guilt becomes a lethal blade.
There's no need to be bitter, or, you're just wasting time, if you think you can do better what others do, just do it your own. If you can't, find your own talent and be good in it.
February 19, 2024, PST
Hard-Work
It's pay day
Hard-work pays
A fool plays
wasting time
A wise prays
Working without crime
Time is money
Don't take it funny
It's about hard work
sweating on the neck.
Drencho POET Loads
Wasting time being silent.
Wasting time being chaotic.
Until I am so tired that I feel uninspired again.
And guilty.
As many ideas that I have.
There are just as many smiles that will never be shared.
Surplus Kirby’s dance
Computer screens digest your time
And spit out Kirby’s.
This girl next to me
Likes writing concrete poems
(I am wasting time).
Reds turn slowly blue
Leaves disintegrate to snow
Fall turns to winter.
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:
While
in flux
not dancing
and wasting time
you missed the best part;
I was waiting right here,
you just could never see me;
Today I'm glued to this sofa;
Nothing's better but you had a choice;
Now we don't, frank arose as I got still.
My feelings
Are torn
Between forlorn
-Happiness interjectings
Wasting time
Wanting different
Outcome abhorrent
Big crime
Dream shattered
Love squash
Memories awash
Fear projected
Wanting peace
Mind battle
Body tattle
Long lease
It's a seventeenth-century term for a young man
lazily wasting time nothing better to do than
to hang; used by an older person
who's talking about a young person
who behaves boldly despite being inexperienced man.
~X~X~X~
If there was a poem for every I love you of yours
That weighed more than I'll see you later
Poetry wouldn't exist
And that's why I cry, not your absence
So, by the time I drudge up the energy for goodbye
I digress, I'm done wasting time
p.s. I'll never let poetry die...
Moments are spent questioning "us" far too much
Were wasting time being without each other's touch
Sweet I love you's, kisses and comforting hugs
Are replaced by your silence and shoulder shrugs
The quiet only fuels all the words we both hate
It hurts me to ask, "Am I losing my soul mate?"
Form:
Tires grind,
Long car rides,
Never seize memories.
Wheels turning,
Forever thinking,
The next step.
Prepping myself,
For outcomes,
In the past.
Lasting through the present,
Giving future mistakes,
Taking fates turn.
Writing histories pretense,
While running out,
Of Time,
To exist.
I meet people who carry their anger and disappointment as a badge
Mad about everything
Don't want to lose
Only care about winning
They are dying
They lose friends
They lose their children
They lose their family
Pride rules
The five letter world that leads you
To winning in your mind
Empty and alone on special days
I fall on my moonbeam dreams
a fickle feeling told me so
ambling on this misty morning
sheep hallow the gilded ground
imaging its june
when its september
Sombreness handling this turnaround
a quest for a compromise
tasselling this handle
Black dreams surround me
wasting time imaging
iof the chosen time