Spring time finds butterflies
Dancing in a garden of flowers
The gentle breeze is the music
They flutter on for hours
They are all costumed
In their finest dresses
Softly colored by petals
Each tiny wing caresses
Their movements are graceful
As they glide through the air
Everyone of their steps
Choreographed with great care
But spring time is fleeting
And summer is too
They dance their finale
When the seasons are through
Now the dancers are gone
Their costumes grew jaded
No more music in gentle breezes
Spring and summer have both faded
Inspired by Henry David Thoreau
Live In Each Season As It Passes, For nothing is ever so sure
Only that time is fleeting, and Death is never too far
Breathe the Air for to Breathe is to live
Drink the Drink for time it slips,
Taste the fruit for here and now is all there is
Resign Yourself and be Influenced by a life of Bliss
Ever heard the wind blow
In the middle of the night?
And watch the moon fade from view,
Taking with it all its light?
Then wake in the morning
Underneath a sky of gray,
Wishing you'd held on to dreams
Which have long drifted far away.
Have you looked down that path
Which seems to fade 'round the bend,
Wond'ring if you just might
Take it to the journey's end?
Though it be just one step
That takes you from where you stand,
Doubts and fears take control
Over all that's left unplanned.
Yesterdays linger on,
There, between every thought;
Sometimes it gets so hard
To know what is real or not.
You can sense the shadows
Which follow so close behind,
Echoing what's been said,
Playing games within your mind.
In the end, looking back,
Can you count the bridges crossed?
Those youthful pictures fade
Hand in hand with the melting frost.
And though days grow weary,
There's something you've come to know:
Though the time is fleeting,
You've still got a ways to go.
In the country sides embrace, he wandered alone,
His spirit heavy, his heart turned to stone.
A homeless poet with dreams untold,
Longing for love in a world so cold.
But one fateful day, a light in the dark,
A chance encounter, a flame's first spark.
In her eyes, he saw a love so pure,
A love that would forever endure.
Together they danced through endless days,
Sharing stories, hopes,faith in loving ways.
She was his muse, guiding him from afar,
In her arms, he found peace she was his guiding star.
But fate is cruel, and time is fleeting,
Their love tested by a cruel meeting.
She was taken from him too soon,
Leaving him to yell at the moon.
Now he roams the streets with a broken soul,
His once in a lifetime love now in heaven's role.
But he carries her memory, her spirit above,
A homeless poet still writing of love.
You look at things differently when you are old
And should do things when you have the chance,
For maybe you won’t get to act on the plans
You have made way too far in advance.
Surely some opportunities won’t come again;
You must grab them, no matter the cost,
Or you’ll wake up one day and you’ll realize, too late,
That the moments you’ve craved have been lost.
Time is fleeting and more so as decades add up
And the years you have left start to fade.
Every chance that you miss offers no second shots;
Possibilities can’t be delayed.
39 minutes
That is all that I have left
Before me
Not one minute more
I spent my life
Thinking time is precious
Time is fleeting
So I must hold on
But now I realize
It eludes my grasp
No matter how bitterly
I try to cling on
27 minutes
The clock is ticking
As if it was mocking me
For my imminent demise
My head is full and empty
Devoid of any thoughts
Yet all abuzz with noise
As I try to be composed
My hands are growing cold
My vision is blurred
My heartbeat weak
Yet my will to live strong
15 minutes
And what am I doing
But wasting it away
Like I wasted my life
Time only flows forward
Ever onward
Yet I stubbornly thought
I could be an exception
Perhaps it is cruelest
That I have to make peace
With my imminent death
Within precious last moments
3 minutes
Enough to fill a sandglass
With a lifetime's regrets
A promise worth making
Is a promise worth keeping,
The vows made by liars
Simply aren’t worth your weeping.
The risk that you’re taking
Is a blessing fate’s reaping,
For a promise worth making
Is a promise worth keeping.
A friend that’s worth trusting
Was a stranger worth meeting,
A good first impression
Starts with one cordial greeting.
When old bonds start rusting
Bring to mind time is fleeting,
For a friend that’s worth trusting
Was a stranger worth meeting.
A battle worth fighting
Is a war worth man’s waging,
Amid bloodstained wastelands
Freedom’s cries are still raging.
Soon, peace is in writing
And the world is engaging,
‘Til a battle worth fighting
Breeds another war waging.
A love worth pursuing
Comes with trials worth facing,
Most quarrels and squabbles
Could be eased by embracing.
Let growth be renewing
So that nothing’s replacing
Every love worth pursuing
And each trial worth facing.
A life not worth living
Is a life worth forgetting,
The grand tales of yore, dear
Weren’t of poor souls regretting.
A life spent with giving,
Blissful life without fretting,
Is a life worth the living,
Here’s to no more forgetting!
and what you don't know
can hurt you
time is fleeting
time is fickle
one moment everything is wonderful
the next the sky is falling
nothing is given nothing is free
we can't take life for granted
tomorrow is not guaranteed
all we ever have is today
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2024
Seize the moment,
Seize the day,
Time is fleeting
So they say.
Time is flying,
Time is flowing
Onward to the sunset,
In an instant 'twill be going.
Do not rage
Against the torrent,
The best of life
Is in the moment.
Thinking Out Loud 2
Miracle Man
4/12/2024
Each year is a chapter that remains
to be written.
Time is fleeting and by past events
we’re oft smitten.
Years will make up the book that
chronicles our life.
Each chapter passes faster as we
contemplate afterlife.
We can’t erase chapters even though
some may stink.
Purge hurtful thoughts for we become
as we think.
Miracle Man Musings
10-11-2023
Sitting in the woods before dawn’s break,
I hear small feet rustling in the leaves.
Morning is nippy causing me to shake,
not a morning to have worn short sleeves.
I wrote my first poem while in disbelief,
God gave it to me in Nineteen Seventy Three.
my eyes became fixed on one falling leaf,
It’s title, “A Leaf” as God had spoken it to me.
A Leaf
BY: Tom Wright
1973
Twisting, Turning,
The tiny leaf,
Made its way to the ground;
For another of God's creations
Life has ended.
A short life it may seem;
Only a season;
Such is it with the life of man.
Man is here,
Only for a little season;
Time is fleeting,
After this
E t e r n i t y!
Published: 1984
"World's Best Loved Poems"
(A Leaf)
Stimulation my desire till my battery runs low.
Disturbed thoughts are frequent before i journey to my sanctuary.
Queen's pain descends my resting heart.
As bright white flickers hazel.
The good one is crossed with Hall standing tall.
Darkness is here following adjustment without tools.
Time is fleeting i won't seal the lid too soon.
Fate the end game
time is fleeting
Moments pass
hate unleashing
Choices lost
reason stalls
Darkness calling
—hell enthralled
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Early morning
up before the sun.
I sit in my recliner
in my high rise
apartment.
Watching the day
begin.
Traffic buzzing.
Sky line slowly
broadening.
Chasing away
the cold,
dark night.
Relaxed enjoying
my waking moments,
time dictates no more
lounging about.
Time is fleeting.
I still smell the chicken you used to cook
A special recipe from your handwritten book
During this merry-making time of the year
You are the first one to bring us near.
I still hear the song you used to sing
In the corners of the room it's echoing
Like those cold mornings you wake us up
To drink hot chocolate in half-filled cups.
I still see you dancing by the Christmas tree
Wearing your warm smile, sweet as it can be
I thought the happy moments would last
But time is fleeting, it moves too fast.
This is the first holiday you are not here
It will never be the same starting this year
Not a fireworks display can make us feel
The good old days this pandemic steal.
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