Running Out Time Poems | Examples
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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
I can feel the weight of time pressing down
as it slowly crushes my inner child.
And I realized, watching my dreams drown,
that I've been treading water for a while.
Time's aged my body, yet nourished my soul;
trading fractured memories for my youth.
And bypassed life's red tape and rigmarole,
forcing me to discover my own truth.
I see a world that I've not seen before,
as if I suddenly turned on a light.
And I hear folks calling for a world war,
arming bigotry and hate for a fight.
I'm at an age where I'm thankful life ends,
for I’m fast running out of hope, and friends.
Each year that I live
Each burden for all the years
Every emotion that I give
Followed by each bucket of tears
I wonder Oh God, what shall I do?
I have searched the universe
Looking for divine truth since my youth
What is my purpose?
Am I a tool for you?
Every relationship I get burned
Every friendship overturned
Every dollar I’ve earned is from tedious work
Still, I yearn
My hopes and dreams remain unfulfilled
Every waking moment continues to be time to kill
Show me the way for there is account
For all of my breaths
Because I am running out of time and patience
And it’s causing anxiety and stress
Right and wrong are basic concepts, and like
night and day, it's clear what sets them apart.
Fight or flight warps my vision and clouds my
sight when I stop listening to my heart.
My world is changing so negatively;
I am scared of what tomorrow may bring.
Sky-high prices fuel inflation, while
sly grifters promote bitcoins, memes, and bling.
Folks are tethered to smartphones that act like
yokes around their necks, keeping them in line.
Hoax or not, climate change is happening;
oaks and elms are dying, replaced by pine.
Crime and anxiety are starting to
climb, and everyone's filled with dread and fear.
I'm afraid the world is primed for war, and
time is fast running out; that much seems clear.
Back in the Time
Ruined life, blind way and hope alive
Dark way on the road, walk and walk
Without desire, burned heart, the soul is dried
Time is running out, the light comes on, and the reality of love
We want a new beginning in life, take us back into the time; life
Ruined lives, hopeless fates, peripheral streets, dim street lights
Get into the dark
Back in the Time
For…
…Life
Light
Forget me, trust me
Trust me, trust, trust me, and forget everything
Our time running out, it flies away into space
Trust me, just trust me, I fly faster than time
Forget me, time flies, so far, ask the sky
Ask the seagulls in the life of oceans
I am flying with them, sky smiles
Trust me all, I am with you
Every morning see you
From your window
A bird knocking
Watching you
A seagull
Time limits boggle my mind
with stressful thoughts of "hurry up,"
and "don't dawdle."
It makes me anxiously annoyed
to be pressured into completing
whatever the task.
I want to keep turning the hourglass
to keep the sands from running out,
or shackle the tongue of a clock's pendulum
before its gong rings, "Too late,
you've failed to achieve your goal!"
If truth be told,
I prefer not to measure time at all.
The urgency of ticking hands
makes me clench my jaws and fists.
I become impatient when it pushes
and shoves me along, relentlessly.
Times up and I'm done.
The hourglass becomes resplendently empty
As the sand flows through with their kempty
Grains, dry as a corn shuck, flow
Seemingly they know
Time's reduced
Woe!
Earth lost boost
It's feeling the throe
Of miseries which will show
Drawing to close times where there's plenty
The hourglass becomes resplendently empty
Made up form: Andaree
There’s plenty of time!
Times’s running out!
It sounds like time is a water spout
Time’s moving fast
Time’s moving slow
Does time really have somewhere to go?
Don’t waste time—Time is money!
So—We stuff time in our wallets?
Isn’t that funny!
Set your clocks in November
An hour you’ll lack
Don’t worry—next summer you’re getting it back!
But be it winter, summer, spring or fall
We really know nothing about time at all!
Written 12/14/21
we just didn't have enough time
even in the beginning we were rushed
focused only on time running out
leaving us out how we weren't fully
ready for time to flood in upon us
taking every moment we shared back
sand begins
to pour at birth
daily clocks
tick tock tick tock
sixty here, sixty there
seconds, minutes
time keeper laughs
watching us closely
time is running
we are frantic
too late now
no time left
While in my youth
I racked my brain
to fill up Time
Taken aback
By Time’s fast pace
Once in my prime
Dismissive still
that Time ticks on
indeed clockwise
Not feeling yet
that treasured Time
so fleeting flies
Of trite excuse
« for lack of Time »
I had no fears
Time’s metronome
hounds hastily
in golden years
Wisdom whispers
that Time is up
beyond a doubt
Implacably
relentlessly
Time’s running out
My train of thought
of Time that strikes
its closing chime -
A wistful wish
that I could buy
a tick more Time
April 24, 2021
Contest: T contest Time
Sponsor: Constance La France
2020
The sands are running out
falling just outside our grasp
seemingly out of reach,
distant and taunting as they pass.
Closing our eyes we mockingly mourn
these last whimpers of time's fleeting
unrecoverable stolen moments.
Woefully beseeching a fickle god
for relief of our doubts, our fears,
our unanswerable questions
and unanswered prayers.
The grains of life ebb away
uncounted, seeping through
the groping fingers of now.
John G. Lawless
12/26/2020
A THIEF CALLED TIME
“Time is the thief you cannot banish”
Phyllis McGinley writer 1905-1978
All that live upon this earth
dwell on borrowed time,
for the human race every
single day that passes by
is a payment off an unsecured
loan, that gifted at birth.
While time can be a wondrous friend
beware when of one’s greatest enemy,
waiting for it sometimes an age
when running out, be afraid.
Centuries ago, time became
a science a complex measure
yet never tamed, only caged
as it ticks and tocks away,
when it calls, one’s life becomes
a hired boat sailing
certain to run aground.
But time never ceases
unlike the human body
in need of a good night’s sleep,
as it steals away one third
of everyone’s life time.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Time decided to take a run
it did not know how long
it did not know where too
it just kept on ticking
hoping one day
it would not stop
to stop meant the end
the final moment
when it would seize
we live our lives by the clock
rushing here and there
never giving thought
not knowing when
that final tick comes
when all time stops
live in the moment
don't count them
for it may not come.