Death Time Poems

Jailer's Time

Evil little faces
In little evil places 

come in from many cases
Behind the glass door mazes, do we really make changes?

Do they actually change us?
 I

Dead End

When do flowers no longer bloom
and the sea's stop touching the shore.

Light from the heaven's fail to shine
and the birds shall sing no more.

Innocent's of

That Pause between Summer and Autumn

Contest: Seasons now and after
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 12.08.2025


Feel that pause between Summer and Autumn,
When the universe takes a relieved breath,
Before pulling the leaves to the

HANDS OF TIME

As I close the last window and draw the blinds shut;
 The mountains once viewed and cool crisp air no longer a must.
  

LOVE AND TIME

Love is like time, it moves and has its own space and rhyme, like the pieces are all over the universe, making us look for

His Constant Companion

Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at

premonition

a peaceful heart 
with
its recurring visions 
of
a bright light 
at
the end
of
a long tunnel



AP: 3rd place 2025

The Valley Awaits

Live long enough
and we end up alone
No matter our fortune
no matter our throne

Life will have sway
as our journey unwinds
One breath at a time
— our voices

Truthfully cards on the table

If I died in my sleep tonight,
upon reflection ~
I'd only have one true regret.

Though I tried to make
the most of my time on earth,
of course

Vinyl Scratch

One Loan

I don’t have to remind you. Yesterday is behind you. Temporary is the time these bodies will hold the spirit inside you. Whether you are

Time Goes On Without You

It's with something as heavy as death or light as silence 
Time going on leaving us behind ignoring our presence 
Unless you give your voice

Now is a good time to do something

Between the death and birth
there is absolutely an unknown period of time;
But for the time, you have a little value, just like a dime; 
And

Counting The Days

So many days have passed
Too many to count
Not that I would want to know
But the thing to remember
The more days behind me
The fewer there are

Any given moment, any given time

grief is a complicated feeling; it doesn’t always hold the 
loss of something. But in some cases, in my case, it’s the quiet ache of