Passing Time Poems | Examples
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A broad smile, life seems to be
That is gradually fading with the passing of the years.
Till it is fully eradicated by our...
Insurmountable agonies and uncompromising fears!
Demetrios Trifiatis
20 September 2026
And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
¦¦¦ one who sails ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ blue sea
Far out of sight of land, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sailing ¦¦¦ his little boat,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Hears suddenly, across the restless sea,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ striking of ¦¦¦¦ towered clock,
¦¦¦ wakes from thoughtless idleness to time:
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
So through ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ life
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ you cross my path and bring
The ¦¦¦¦ solemnity of passing years.
For you I have shed bitter tears, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ relinquished that for which my heart
Cried out ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Having just left you, I can say: ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Thank God that I have known a soul so true,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ so worthy to be loved!"
(Blackout of Venetian Glass by Amy Lowell)
I saw him passing by
a picture of sea and lazy sun
our eyes met in passion
but that was many yesterdays ago
and I never even learned his name
Time won't stand still
So live life well
Each day fulfill
The sun peeps through.
At break of dawn
A day brand new.
So wisely choose
Each passing hour
That you will use
And what will be
When your time ends
Your legacy?
“There is nothing worse than ignorance in motion” Goethe
Roaming round the white altars
Where pharaohs raised their arms
The black pig of ignorance
Casts a passing shadow
Across the shafts of Lotus columns
Erect Egyptian guardians of stillness
Watching undisturbed over eternal time
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
How may I utilise ? How to manage ?
'Some' fixed deposit : but amount not shown.
Quality 'Time' how may I arrange ?
Only possible approach not to waste.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
Spending every moment on work at best.
Time is passing continuous and flown.
'Money' can be earned, but 'Time' can't be grown.
Time flying forever, won't come again.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
'Money' I can lose, also to regain.
Most valueable currency is 'Time'.
Honouring each second , not be blown.
Precious gift of Nature : Need is prime.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
On Borrowed Time
This clay body doesn’t even belong to me
Days are passing me by
No point on chasing after the wind
No one cares about your achievements
No one passed by my grave in the pouring rain
Empty dreams
Empty plots are inviting
My days are numbered
Burial gates are on standby
Darkness can wait ( A little longer)
What is there to hold on to?
Guilt carries through my veins
Too many mistakes
Eyes shows loneliness under the darkest shades
Sometimes stars fall from the sky
Breathe my last breath tonight
The banks carved by Swift creek run quite deep
Each curve a line that's set to keep
Every laugh and frown from sun
Grow defined with passing
Days accumulate
Trees fall, banks cave
Frowns stay formed
Grow firm
Then
More
Storms come
Wash away
Collapses banks
Wider lines are drawn
Beauty, though is in the heart
Silver drifts change color
A radiance beams forth like sunlight
Aging brings out laughter lines running deep
To seize the day he sees the day
As the elusive moment that it is
Wandering aimlessly from the herd
Beguiled by a drifting scent of more
Muscling his way into the lead
Leaving a mindless wake behind
Believing lost moments will follow
The shadow of his passing presence
Unaware that he is the moment
And time life’s metronomic warning
What if the sky is a set of mirrors
That reflects the passing of time
As time goes by, the answer appears
Why the outer life we can’t find
Seeing through time isn’t a metaphor
But a mind and a heart plugged in
Unaware of what is this net for
We are living our lives within
So a search for the creatures like us
Maybe reflects what we were
Before we became the stardust
Sending our light to nowhere
I walk through slowly, softly falling snow...
They teach me importance of letting go...
Truth is though, my heart is again broken.
Snowflakes, like my memories, so frozen.
I walk through the night and the daytime.
Wishing I could hear our church's bell chime.
I am remembering every time to you I cried,
I am left here thinking you've too soon died.
I write poems about this mild start to winter,
For your passing gives my heart a splinter.
I know you're watching over me in spirit,
So I will try to prove to you I can do it...
I'll grieve and be strong, I did it for so long,
Originally as a way to mask, so I can belong.
But now I'll show you how much I've grown,
Especially now I inherit the heart you shown.
All the streets were filled with trick-or-treaters.
'Twas not so long ago on Halloween.
I, too, joined the costumed candy eaters.
A vibrant sight now no more to be seen...
Door to door marched children of all ages.
Our neighbors were all people we could trust.
Passing time has turned too many pages
And memories are now just so much dust.
Still, I can recall sweet flavored laughter,
The bag of treats that lasted but a day.
And, yes, the tummy aches that came after,
And consequences of the tricks we'd play.
Those days are gone, a sad but honest fact.
Perhaps our grandchildren will bring them back.
The shimmering rill stones
The clear babbling waters
The yellow meadow flowers
Dancing in the breezy dawn
He passed this way, he passed away
As thus, the bearded years pass on
The buried bones
The grieving daughters
Passing years fade like hours
On the grassy knoll, a memorial stone
Wreathed with yellow flowers
Below the hill
Lay his daughters still
In everlasting silent repose
The passing years fade like hours
Upon their graves, each; a yellow rose
None to hear them sing
None to marvel their glittered wing
As they’d lay midst, the meadow flowers
The passing years fade like hours
But they still remember
The morning dove, flying
And mortal love, undying