Precious Time Poems | Examples
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Time is precious, so squander not your hours
Time is breath, once gone, can’t get back
So, rise in vigor and do your duty at hand.
Invest in actions when you have time in hand.
Waste not in idleness your precious hours.
Speed towards your goal, never look back.
Trials may come, obstacles may rise, yet never go back.
Opportunities may not always come in hand.
Time swiftly moves from seconds to minutes and to hours
Time fractioned into hours, back from eons, will slip out of hand.
Peace
Calming
Slow heartbeat
A nice relief
Quiet area
Pictures inside
Scenes outside
Precious
Time
Heidi Sands
9/10/26
(C)opyright
A bed of golden flowers spreads across blades of grass
It's like a blanket of sunshine on the ground
A resting place waits without a sound
Soft, comforting, unlike the broken glass
Pieces of glass, those sharp memories left behind
As views of blurred miles are passed
The wheels of change turn, oh so fast
Old thoughts, new thoughts, pass through my mind
A bed of golden flowers remains fresh and new
Thriving safely, freely, on the way
Highlights such a beautiful, clear day
Offering peace with a bright, stunning, view
There is no return to what was lost
Only today, as precious time moves forward
Although there's proof of being no coward
Knowing the bed of flowers will fade with the frost
Heidi Sands
8/30/26
(C)opyright
Life, the ambivalent gift
Built of moments, incidents, experiences,
Images in colour, lingering
In cameos, memories, scattered
Blending in feelings
Breezes stirring love, need, fear,
Joy sometimes
All made of precious little bits
Vulnerable to annihilation
From what is listed
Thereof sing
Into the dark
Absorbent void
Which is the future
And sweet life lived together
In the grip of Time
Twists into sadness;
Contemplates forever
What used to be.
CLOCK
darting
through footpaths
poignant memoirs yearn
for unspent revelries
where life's seasons fall in haste
" precious moments ripped by time's hands"
Reflections of a Harrowing Time
A deafening silence, waiting in isolation.
Within cold white walls, test after test,
no new revelation.
No food, no drink, surviving on drips of medication,
Reading medics' reactions, of puzzling looks: running out of options.
The delicate soul weighs heavy,
With rumbling noises from the belly.
Clad in dreary hospital gowns,
The fading spirit answers with frowns.
Out from a dark shadow came:
Will I live or will I die?
Hope whispered, “Nothing changes
when you cry.”
Praying, some say, brings miracles
from the sky,
Now is the time to look up high and
give praying a try.
Each moment is precious, no more
sighs and more of asking why.
Now isn’t your time to wave goodbye.
Zyrool
8/26
Youth released to the breeze.
Sense of joy abounds in vivid colour.
Time fleeting outside precious moments.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Kids don't complain about rain.
They know every minute is too precious.
Life's meant to be enjoyed.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
death leaves a void,
but curiosity opens the door to discovery.
an old dungeon of an attic
left abandoned
opens the eyes of treasure seekers
trunks full of clothes,
mysterious contraptions,
faded pictures and postcards
trinkets that at one time
were precious objects
now an eye catcher for collectors.
a wooden framed projector
caught my eye
what a marvelous find I thought
two magnifying glass pieces
set in grooves
holding a small 3x4 picture
held to my eye
what a beautiful sight.
I felt as if I were in the picture
becoming one
encrypted in time
what is this thingamajig called?
Back then I had no gift but this precious love,
fashioned deep in the fierceness of my mind,
kept bright by you through every failing light.
Now, through each falling day and dying sound,
what's left is more than any time I've lost:
you outlive memory, vision, and desire.
Time itself has grown vast, unsearchable;
the world has multiplied your absence
into unlikely consolations for my soul.
To this very day, my heart remembers
and goes on beating out the faithful chords,
played steadily through all silence and noise.
You remain within me, securely sealed,
wider than memory, deeper than longing:
the persistent music of my dreaming life.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
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 !
If money were time, I’d be cheap as hell,
For all earthly treasures I’d never sell.
For a rainy day,
I’d squirrel it away
From avaricious eyes - in a nutshell.
I would treat minutes as a pricey bill,
I would ration heirloom hours better still.
As it flies away
I would seize the day,
Scratch and save each fleeting year if you will.
In a piggy bank every sec I’d store,
I’d invest every moment, some and more.
I’d spend the last “dime”
On my precious time,
I’d live Here and Now like never before.
"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet
Time is a funny thing since time does not always seem real,
yet I have been here since the beginning of time.
Time cannot be seen or touched,
but I am everywhere.
Many find me to be very rich,
when they call me quality of time.
Could I be used as currency?
Would I need to show myself to you?
I am already currency for many,
putting smiles on faces for volunteering.
My currency as grandparent's time,
having loving grandkids by their side.
Guess who my best friend is?
It is barter.
Barter and I go hand in hand,
making many lives richer.
Time is used daily as a currency,
when you need help the most.
Someone will help you out,
out with their precious time.
There was a time when cash was king
Dead presidents used to rule the day
But time took over with a sting
As the number of your days was bargained away
Each minute was precious, each hour the same
You spent it wisely; life depended on it
Some got time back when they filed a claim
Adding precious moments as they saw fit
I have one favor to ask:
the next time you see God,
ask Him for me how it is
He creates infinite universes
erupting with countless
forms of life and light
and yet only one
of you.
Is it to remind us
how precious a thing
is vision and how
fragile a thing
hope?
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008