Time Travel Poems - Poems about Time Travel

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) ...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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'...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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!...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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....

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

I was lying in bed, unable to sleep, Thinking of troubles I'd seen in life, so deep. If I could give counsel to the younger Dave, From so many disasters, him I could still save. Somewhere, in bed, many years and miles away, A boy asked, "Mom, why put me in bed - it's day?" He couldn't sleep, 'cuz outside it...

Continue reading...

fabled desert land mere whisper of what once was … humble Timbuktu...

Continue reading...

If, into my future, I get a sudden chance to peep I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive; My mother left us at that ripe age while still in good health, not live long, but I'd be happy to witness the scene live; It is not my desire to be a freaky immortal; From ninety-four, it's Test Cricket,...

Continue reading...

Into my future, If I get a sudden chance to peep I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive My mother left us at that ripe age while still in good health not live long, but I'd be happy to witness the scene live It is not my desire to be a freaky immortal From ninety-four, it's Test Cricket,...

Continue reading...

I am awakened by a whirling sound, I hear that it’s time to go to the past, A door stands before me that is time-bound, It opens and pulls me through very fast. Does time eavesdrop on our conversations? How did it know I crave a back in days? Cures are harder plights than preventions, Redemption can be sought from the old...

Continue reading...