Time Out Poems - Poems about Time Out

Life’s canyon narrows Its walls grow steep Age walks slowly A date to keep Old shadows waver On ancient winds O’er paths that neither Begin nor end For here is here And now is won A future calls A past is done A greying moon’s Soft light dims dreams A sigh is heard ‘mid unseen streams A twisting breeze Hums an eerie tune For time is not A silent rune ...

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When do flowers no longer bloom and the sea's stop touching the shore. Light from the heaven's fail to shine and the birds shall sing no more. Innocent's of children no longer play as time like a candle melts away. Fleeting are the moments we get to spend and death is the reason it all does end....

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Aged, wetherbeaten. Repainted. Aged, wetherbeaten. Six fence panels Next to a spotted grey post. Right, right, wrong, right, wrong, wrong. Split asunder, Now siblings, they stand. Nailed shoulder to shoulder...

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What if I read to you a story Starting once upon a time And you realised that is was your Life spelt out on every Line. Would you hear my voice and Wonder as it Brushed across each word and pray my Arms have the strength to hold the truth About your world...

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Contest: Seasons now and after Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: 12.08.2025 Feel that pause between Summer and Autumn, When the universe takes a relieved breath, Before pulling the leaves to the bottom, Where they fall to their silent crushing death; Hear that sigh between Summer and Autumn, Pregnant with the restless rustle of trees, All good and ready for what God taught 'em, Whispering soft the...

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Once there was a young boy who did not learn at the same pace who did not race in the same predictable race – while his peers played with fish and ball – grew, traditional degrees from short to tall, his world turned at a different length rate; more different, were his timeless seasons – artfully Time he took in his hands, whittled with...

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Yesterday, today, tomorrow. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 O' clock, 24 hours, 365 days, cocoon to butterfly, 7 days. Over and over and over. Again. When you turn 5, you become a kid. No more sippy cups or nap time. When you turn 13, you become a teen. No more cartoons and dolls. Adults say, "You're not a kid anymore, start acting like it". When you turn 18, you become an...

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Stay in the moment Time but a myth Capture the essence Whose instant encrypts The truth of the matter The heart of it all Where feelings explode In prescience — recalled (Dreamsleep: August, 2025) ...

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Five sons well can live In dad’s one-room, a palace, Scarce in five-room space Can the five sons spare some place For aged parents. Why just blame the spirit of time, Or even irony of time, Blame thyself O man, Think much as ye can, Product you are of Purbee breeze. _________________ Free verse | 16.08.2025 | father son, time, irony ...

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Yesterday you lied Yesterday you cried Yesterday you wish you died Today you sit Today you quit Today you have no wit Tomorrow you keep Tomorrow you weep Tomorrow you may even leap Take my hand I insist Don’t resist Let’s persist Together we’ll band Together we’ll stand Together we’ll never land...

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Tomorrow will be today And today will be yesterday After all today was once tomorrow So here’s a little cheer to borrow Today is today Yesterday was yesterday Let tomorrow be on the morrow Then you’ll have a little less sorrow...

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As I close the last window and draw the blinds shut; The mountains once viewed and cool crisp air no longer a must. As I dim the lights and close my eyes to rest ...

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A master of time the true lord of himself Eternity on hold the moment indwelt The world at his beckon tomorrow recalled This instant his present — forever enthralled (Dreamsleep: August, 2025) ...

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Love is like time, it moves and has its own space and rhyme, like the pieces are all over the universe, making us look for our love in the stars above. The universe has sent us here in this place and time, to watch as we move in this time. Maybe to see if we...

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Old Times Sometimes walking can be a journey into the past Sometimes, but always, this is a lifestyle Hmm. Take a walk in a cemetery? Yes. Switched off the present Old gravestones are glittering Beautiful music is heard Calling another life The passed souls are dancing from their lives Happy people live in the past Switched off my present I stay with them I live there Stay The past ...

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