Time Travel Poems - Poems about Time Travel

10th Grade Stairwell

Everyday you pass her on the stairs
You’re not sure if she even cares
Or feels the same way you do
Gosh it hurts just lookin’ at you

Love rues yeah love rues

Does she feel the connection too
Or is it all in my mind as I’m passing by you
Then you catch my eye, and I turn my face
I’ll try

London and Mouses

Victoria couch station does not go
To sleep.

It's not even a one third of an aesthetic
But poets make frogs into princes so 
...

I see the becoming in change. The 
Comfort of being taken to a 
Known destination not needing
To know the way.
It happens only in travels like that.

I see the becoming in repetition. A
Man sweeping the

Time Travel for Lovers

Let's not 'do' Paris anymore
it has become a painted blemish,
yes, I know it's for lovers, but
so is Nashville and it breaks
your heart just as quickly.

London has got tired,
the old and the new are quarrelling
under the same umbrella.
Sweethearts are at odds,
the lonely walk
through the garish nights
slowly fading away
from their own sight.

Let's watch an old movie,
a movie

Time and Trains

Throughout the years, at different destinations
even through four seasons and twelve months
the trains come daily, arriving at the stations
people board during work days and holidays
some have a journey for hours on end
the minutes pass, as pairs have conversations
seconds tick by on folk's watches.

The Skye Boat Song

The Skye Boat Song from Starz series, "Outlander", a book series written by,: Diana Gabalden 

Find me a lad that will give me his hand
 protect me with body and soul
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone 
He vows in the Gailic of old
Here is my heart, here is my hand, 
Here is my

Ode To Michael Parks

Only a few
make a pact
with the wind

Only a few
know the joy
there within

Free of the shadow
that follows
and stalks

Escaping
tomorrow
in moments recaught

Horizons lie waiting
as pilgrims
embark

Voices like magnets
pull light
from the dark

Only a few
hear the music
on high

Through handlebar
portals
— embraced by the sky

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

Time right on track

I waited for the midnight train
on the platform in the rain.
It was windy, it was bitter cold
and i was feeling bit frail and old.

Patiently i awaited the arrival of my niece
who was coming home from Greece.

I had time to wander down memory lane
where images flashed wearily in my brain:
she was days old when I held

The Door of Uncertainty

Are we there yet?
Where are we? 
How fast are we going?
Are we nearly there? 
Are we yet, so far, Away?
When will this ever, End?
Why is this never-ending?
I need to do a pee!
I skipped the last chapter and read 
'The End'

The Orange that remembers

I ate a tangy orange today—
its honeyed nectar pulled me back,
to the orchard, where the air danced
with citrus and sunlight.

That tangy, sweet fragrance
brought back a rush of memories:
childhood days of spraying peels,
stinging our eyes, saying, “It’ll make your eyes brighter,”
each sting a playful dare.

I see my mother now,
drying the peels on the windowsill.
What spell was

The Wanderer, Part III, translation of the ancient Anglo-Saxon poem

The Wanderer, Part III 

The wise man contemplates these ruins,
considers this dark life soberly,
remembers the blood spilled here
in multitudes of battles,
then says:

“Where is the horse now? Where, its riders?
Where, the givers of gifts & treasure, the gold-friend?
Where, the banquet-seats? Where, the mead-halls’ friendly uproars?

Gone, the bright cup! Gone, the mailed warrior!
Gone, the glory of princes!

So Passe

Witness if you will, the occupants of Deep Space Flight 6952,
on a mission to the farthest reaches of the galaxy.
A short time ago, the spaceship experienced turbulence,
and soon they'll experience fear, and even doubt reality.
They've just entered The Twilight Zone.

'What a rough patch of turbulence!' said Thomas. Nicole 
responded, 'I believe it's the worst we've

Nothing really changes in an airport

Have you ever thought about the permanence of airports?
Flights dock and depart.
The people flow in and out,
ever-changing,
a whirl of color and language and time.
But not the concrete.
Not the tile.
The cornerstones always remain.
Decades of stories,
manifold fears and dreams,
held between each molecule.
Here we are timeless.
Existence escapes the construct
of seconds that parade forward.
In an airport, you simply are.

Space and Time

If I could travel through space and time.
And leave this place so far behind.

Go to a place, so far not near.
A place that I could disappear.
Go to a place that makes me smile.
A place you know that takes a while.

A place you know, that knows not what.
A place you know that time forgot.

And if such

The Global Claustrophobic

I feel claustrophobic being anchored to the will of gravity
unable to connect to the tendrils of another galaxy-
let alone our own.

What a foolish thought
to be claustrophobic on a giant blue rock.
I should be infinitely grateful 
to be alive in this specific place and time.
Grateful for the chance to live and to do things
to set a

FANTASTIC BEASTS - Dinosaurs - Collab with Tom Woody, spoken by Sam Scott and Sara A

A big shoutout and thank you to Tom Woody for being an amazing collaborator on this epic project. Also, a huge thank you to Sam Scott and Sara A for your stellar narration that truly brought this production to life. 
Thank you all once again!

FANTASTIC BEASTS - Dinosaurs revived by a querk
Synopsis

Paleontologist Sam and his

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