Timed Poems - Poems about Timed

So tonight we discuss time The struct that constantly cons It’s dutiful meander into the yet It’s basically elongated counting Never very good with numb bears All the realities I hope there is one that isn’t So time How long is a moment How short is a life The dust.from the mountains creating the next Are we the only ones who count Humanity is really up...

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My sister always has Charlie holding on to her hat He is a weird bug, but colorful, I will give him that I will time how many minutes you can hang in that tree Charlie, the arrogant bug said to me, to ME! I was a bit annoyed, for he is not on my level at all. I am a...

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Time wends, stutters, stalls. Time was when it flew. Timeless are the dead stars timed to the last moment are the living. Man is a faceless clock on a blank wall. In time, the deaf tell the blind to see....

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Summer deals its first hand no bluffing behind her eyes depression heated to irritating comfortless catching tunes upon the air that haunt from summered pasts the clink of ice on crystal Mowers scream from close by a yapped chorus bites the air the haze lifting from cement for a moment ripples reality then a falling wind chills with the burning shadows of anything stopping the sun's stretch...

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Some life is like that haystack needle thing that pre drones a slim positivity trance-a troubled parlay of sane stagnant standard stillnesses incomplete in that ailing aqueous humor annual invite of a psychic trio IdEgoSuperE overdrive dominant shortcut over your non-everlasting cruise control allowing that Soul-shoal-ization sucking effort soul short of authentic selflessness to out over...

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An Ill-Timed Game Some people never know a thing called Kairos. Before we bat an eye, it’s taken from us. We seem to be on time and miss the boat. If it’s important to be said, just make a note because the moment that we move our mouths to talk the call will drop and all good thoughts are lost. When...

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An untimely tortoise was tap tap tapping on a bright pink table cloth. But table cloths are neither clever clowns, cooing cows canoodling, and neither are they chorus clapping crabs in a line up displayed on a holographic pole. Systematic signage shrink then? Yes. Well whoopee and how very very exciting too. IT is to be...

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Please be advised, my Seconds are weighed in gold, Therefore, comprehend, my Minutes in diamonds are sold, Be warned, my Hours, as a commodity, are priceless all told, A Day, A Whole Day, a value I hardly dare pronounce, But for you, this Day, the next Day all Days are yours, This I am proud to announce....

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What is phosphorous to me asked oxygen. Yes, He fuels light where we briefly meet, but light or sulfuric scented dark are dipolar appositionals to me, Janus faces of oxygen as s'posd to be. What is sulfur to me exclaimed oxygen! Yes, she eros scents my stinky arts and parts, producing plasmatic phosphates of wet flowing ribonucleic acidic regenerative function in trilevels of organic implicating space with emerging time...

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Timed out ...

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The ticking of the clocks made me snap. Their constant teasing, Slowing down, Speeding up. Tick tock, Tick tock. Going on and on "We're losing time" they scream But really, Time doesn't exist, Clocks do. We have been programmed to run on something that doesn't exist "In enough time..." I'll go insane. In enough time, of course But if time doesn't exist, Then I'll never lose...

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time NOTICES GIVEN HERE © Tanka 57577 Notice given here Written for this one time sake It’s not yours alone Do not take this space for granted Share in twos’ given to chance And see if time is allotted! time COGED WHEELS! © TANKA 57577 Mounting cogs grasp time A Sprocket wheel turns about No lost hours inside Ticking sounds coming alive Giving ‘rights’...

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go out in the field with that helmeted Go-Pro and press the button, not that little clearing beside the building but the field as wide as it is far, far out look up and stream the dark washed sky times elapsed in fusioned milky light watch it arc across the chilled, stubbled field the cold sparks beautifully splayed across turn it over...

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A Timed-View (A Haiku) GOD Turns A Sun-Dial Deeper Blue To Indigo First Star Starts To Smile Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013 ...

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Life is a timed dish love pain sorrow tastes lie in ...

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