Ticking Poems - Poems about Ticking

Why not? What the heck? The solution for Tik Tok ~ Rename it Tik-Tech ...

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You won’t find me when you’re looking, But you will know when I am gone, Every single second feels like a year, My hearts ticking like a bomb. One day you will remember me, Like a good old fashion song, You never forgot the words to, My hearts ticking like a bomb. You take your time to notice, You hear the sound of the...

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Time continues to slip past. Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by. You can't slow it down. You can't halt it. No matter how much you try to hold it back It is still slipping past you at exactly the same rate. No matter how much make-up you cover yourself with No matter how many facials you have No...

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past breaking point wound up to the limit ~ the hour hand passed a minute said the second hand to the pendulum ~ who snapped, it’s spring time innit By David Kavanagh...

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Time is reality A deck of cards with a joker Coincidences does make a difference Draw the ace don't be picky Steady steps mechanically driven ...

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Love turns time of Spring, Flowers to bloom and feminine rhyme on the ground. Tree blossoms providing pollen to call on Butterflies and hummingbirds flit around So profound sweet nectar and the bees to crawl upon the ticking of time. Love turns time of the World, Clouds rain beating in echoing sound of its master. Blossoming trees...

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time is all the moments ticking, clicking whirling the rhythm ...

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If time stops for a tick, The waves hold breath offshore, My life boat lost in sea, Finds fate in destiny, Time ticking, echoes, me. If time stops for a tick, My heart shares love above, The Romance in you & me, Eternal bond, love's rule, Time ticking, souls joined, we. If time stops for a tick, I'll stand like a mountain, Avalanches come and go, Trees...

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The clock ticks on the wall, a constant reminder Of the time slipping by, a relentless chider Through the city streets I rush, seeking an escape From the ceaseless routine, the endless retape Each day seems the same, a monotonous blur As I search for a path, a way to demur But every turn I take, every street I roam Leads me...

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How's your dear old ticker ticking When's the last time you had it checked If it's been a while then get right to it Better safe than sorry by heck Us old guys need to keep on top of it Procrastination can be a deadly thing Knew a man who's now six feet under Thought life was just one happy fling We're all...

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The cleanest water source Radiates a bright golden light Light rain, this snow, that pleasant wind, But somehow, the weather is still cloudy A sky darker than usual Will I ever see the bright golden sunlight? How long will this fertile soil last? This place so flawless I would build my home But the scarcity is so great Will I ever be in a...

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All the hours in a day, And the minutes in an hour. The ticking of a clock, Has perpetual power. The many roads that you walk, And the hills that you climb. Life's fragile hour glass, Holds precious sands of time. From the moment that you rise, Till at last you fall asleep. Once the day is dead and gone, It's a day you'll never keep. For...

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The ticking clock, it marks the time, A constant reminder of the passing chime. Its steady rhythm, an unchanging beat, A reminder of the moments that we meet. It ticks away the seconds, the minutes, the hours, A never-ending cycle, like the seasons and the flowers. It counts the days that come and go, And the memories that we make, both high...

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Mr. Gee’s ears perked up at the sound of the ticking time clock. He held it for another second, another foot step, another block. Was it a bomb? Would he be blown to smithereens in a bit? Throw it! A bystander yelled. Toss it in the river! Get rid of it! But Mr. Gee was the...

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a mystical flying marauder soared in from space ten thousand years of time throughout my two hours fathom out the lake, icicle has risen an utter lack of pulse and recess of air we were both hence unmoving I rant dawn and not despair scattering pearls to steer in combers walking yesteryear to retrieve origins as global traces through inner spaces in pulse to vanish, back...

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