Passing Time Poems

Passage of Time
Time, that unforgiving mistress, whisks us away like autumn leaves on a gusty day, scattering our lives like petals in the wind. She...

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I search for my soulmate, a lost echo in time,
An unleashed love from the high heavens, deep and infinite,
I do not wish to be just...

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In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought,
Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries,
Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes,...

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I sink just under
senses dampened 
you cannot get my attention 
I'm switched off from you
don't test this water
electricity runs through it
leave me alone
in a lesser...

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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...

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In a dusty, dark corner of Granddad's old house,
sits a tall, wooden worn-out clock.
It has seen its share of memories and pain,
keeping perfect time with...

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Don't come, do not come
Do not come to my funeral
Do not come to my burial
Stay home in a quiet room
To read my God-given poems
Be inspired...

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Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever...

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Truth be told
In every tick
Minutes morph into hours
Every tick alters a part of our lives

Wheels of change will halt not
Every passing moment drags us closer
As...

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Passing mile marker 75
I start to get young again
Reversing the clock the faster I go
Rod Serling fills his pen
At mile marker 80 my hair is...

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Although it’s another passing year,
At the very least I'm still here....

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                      Elusivity

In the realm...

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High on remote cliffs,
wildflowers huddle
between 
wind scalped boulders,
heads kept down,
their roots weaved 
into crevices
where a little soil has been
won from rain wash
and wear. They grow
surrounded...

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Spindles crash and weave no more
Time it spins across the floor
Yarns mix up, colours bleed
I follow threads, they are the feed
Fingers feel, soles are placed...

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                     Time

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