Time Is Up Poems - Poems about Time Is Up

He lived in chilly, damp London at the intersection of Medieval and Modernity We know little of...

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Live long enough and we end up alone No matter our fortune no matter our throne Life will have sway as our journey unwinds One breath at a time — our voices unrhymed (Augustinian Seminary: July, 2025) ...

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Somewhere in time Lost long ago He had his only true love All his life, he wondered What one more kiss would have been like How it would have felt to hold her again Maybe how is life would have been better Alas, the time of that love was long gone He would never be able to love her Or love anyone else...

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You can’t stop time for a moment You can’t make tomorrow today Your yesterday’s gone now for ever One moment the limit of each day. Sometimes how you wish you could go back And do what you did much better You wish you could take back those spiteful words And say something nicer and sweeter. But what’s said is said And what’s done is...

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She was like a bull in the sunshine— angry one moment, then happy the next. That’s what Olivia was: the way she was with everyone. A short series of well- regulated emotional stability, followed by a long series of emotional outbursts. She was loved, and she was hated. She was kind, then she was cruel. But most of all, she was confused— confused about why people left her, confused about why she couldn’t stay happy,...

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Son, back when I was your age, I wish I'd had "The Talk". Sure, some folks might have tried but they weren't convincing I guess. I wish someone had made me see that my life was my own to master ~ that I was the artist, mighty and accountable. Instead at your age, with bated breath, I waited. I waited to grow up,...

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If I died in my sleep tonight, upon reflection ~ I'd only have one true regret. Though I tried to make the most of my time on earth, of course I've fallen short. And for that I would be sorry. I should have done more, I should have been more, I should have loved more. Gifts squandered, time frittered, thinking of all I could have done, the...

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My early childhood was great, I was the first born. My mother had five children after me so I mostly remember spending lots of time with my doting grandmother who kept me busy learning to sew & knit before I could read & write. I had such enthusiasm and benefited from tons of attention. Creativity was a game to me...

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Its elasticity is in fact a mystery ~ while time is free to flee as quick as lightning sometimes it drags on for lengths of eternity. And for all our hankering and longing that time would move according to our wishes, it's never anything but a fool's machination. While youth is just a memory away ~ the magician waves his wand, and without...

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don't touch the time not even with a single feather, your wings will fall like leaves tattooed by the sky, don't touch the time not even with a single wound when swords fly like stars, and you fall to the ground covering your head: i never want you like...

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Life is slipping away with each clock tick, no slowing down until pendulum will stop. It’s relentless counting seems double quick, until at last it’s become my time to drop. Today has arrived finding me downcast, and groping for words like some half-wit. My happier times all snooze in my past, but today will be what I choose to make it. ...

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I find the world doth pass me by Shall I give it one last try The young don’t share my point of view They’re not upset by unverified news ...

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all calendars types based on Moon, Sun, and some stars see for example Julian and Hebrew Gregorian Hegira Mayan Indian...

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Alas! Alas! Season near past… Age all but gone, youth comes waddling on our heels along: new lingo, with movements, though awkward youthfully strong – Alas! Alas! Fogies must step aside~ gracefully-move-on…....

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Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place, cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces. Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture. They crowned me in shame, but within a queen still rises. They buried me in a fire of hell, But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell. I am the silence of the crown, gone through ups and downs stumbled in...

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