Short Watching The Clock Poems
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Watching the clock is silly.
I know this as I waste Hours on this.
Wasting my precious minutes
As if I will have them again tomorrow. Sure...
Retirement isn't just about sitting,
That makes it look like I am quitting.
The work I do now is by my design,
I'm not watching the clock, a slave to time.
In crowded classrooms kids would sit
reading from books and listening to teachers
watching the clock, waiting for two
when the bell would ring and the school would look like a zoo
Watching the clock tick
I am surrounding myself with walls
unable to find a value
of life or matter
Its unfortunate really,
when the sun is shinning
and the wind is blowing.
The air that fills my lungs with life
is left outside.
Where am I going
When will I be found
Hell to me is standing six foot behind the person putting their groceries on the conveyer
It is watching the clock the last ten minutes at work, wishing I could leave
It is listening to the news, which is why I no longer do that.
Hell to me is finding out when I die
That there is no soul.
Monday’s through Friday’s
Weren’t always so bliss
Whole lives are changing
Full of what’s this
They’re trying to teach us
Where listening I’m sure
We keep watching the clock
To head for the door
Classes aren’t long
Three hours or so
Five days a week
Then we all go
Just watching the clock tick
As the seconds pass with each click
And time is the enemy I loath it to be
Waiting the time to pass is not easily
So I try to keep myself very busy
At a pace that would usually by dizzy
But I know that it will be so slow
Especially when waiting time to go.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Watching the clock on the wall
As time slowly goes by
You thing about the past
Wonder about the future
And analyze too much of what's around you
Wish for things you know will never come true
Fame, fortune, and life with no worries
And maybe even a kid or two
As times goes by, we'll see what's to be
Till then, I'll sit back
And watch the clock on the wall
As time slowly goes by
9/9/09
Form:
Suspense kills
I would kill again
grasping at fate, where it lies
on my conscience.
What's left of this you have a taste for now,
pulling together,
moving on to what you left behind,
Stripping time
I time travel until I belong in my skin,
no longer in limbo watching the clock,
your lies wasting away the hours...
a thankless task to cling to time,
always waiting for what I cannot decline.
Can you P.U.S.H.?
Till an easy breeze reaching 3am
watching the clock, tick, tock
until 3 comes again, like a click-
click of poetrys anxious pen
anticipating, waiting, for that time
to strike again, silent cries that come
within, bursting out through a letters
curve, gives just enough time to rhyme
another word, so absurd, who was
heard from another mans pain
Dear GOD I can't wait for 3 to
strike again
Form:
PAST:
being naive
trying to be in the "IN CROWD"
holding my head down low
thinking that I had all the time in the world
PRESENT:
Scared of myself
maturing
growing
accepting that the clock is ticking and tomorrow isn't promised
FUTURE:
accepting myself for me
being comfortable in my own skin
not caring about no one but me myself and I
making up my mind
watching the clock tick its last tock
Form:
sittin here
sippin on a bottle of wine
watching the clock tick and tock
time passin by
dunno what was the crime
dunno why i had to lose the game
why couldnt things stay the same
now im stuck rememberin the name
of the one who told me i was the best
better than all the rest
no contest
the thought of you is nesting
on my shoulders
weighing down my mind like boulders
tick tock tick my age grows older
just wish i could still hold her
Form:
YOU WANT TO BE WITH HIM & YOU CAN'T
HE GIVES YOU A HUG & YOU NEVER WANT THE MOMENT TO END
YOU FLIRT & EVERYONE SAYS HE'S JUST BEING NICE
YOU SPEND EVERY MOMENT YOU CAN TOGETHER
YOUR WATCHING THE CLOCK SO YOU KNOW WHEN IT'S FINALLY TIME THAT YOU CAN SEE
HIM
BOTH OF YOUR FACES TURN BRIGHT PINK WHEN YOU SEE EACH OTHER
YOU WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THEM
THEY ARE YOUR WORLD
YOUR HEART BEATS SO FAST YOU CANT EVEN FEEL IT............
..........ITS JUST LOVE.......
Form:
What is heartbreak?
Heartbreak,
Oh pain
In every teenage life,
Why do you damage our minds
With your insidious
Torturous ways?
Laying awake
For hours at a time
Watching the clock tick
Every second away.
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
Looking through the reflection
Of your mirror
To see tears sparkle
In the moon light.
Wondering why you weren't good enough,
Why how you aren't pretty enough,
How you aren't small enough,
How you weren't like her...
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