Timeness
Descend into the mists of Time,
Climb now fast and also at times slowly,
So that the hours are passing by the hours
And minutes do freeze enough to contribute
A certain flow of Time.
Such is the desire of your logic
To travel in ways of magic;
To keep the soul,
And manufacture accomplishment.
Time and Time Again.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Time For Everything
we all have the time for everything…
a time to play and a time to sleep
a time to move and a time to be stiff
a time to cry and a time to laugh
a time to be weak and a time to be tough.
a time to doubt and a time to trust
a time to agree and a time to contrast
a time to be slow and a time to be fast
a time to fade and a time to last.
having twenty four hours a day, we have…
a time to be good and a time to be bad
a time to be mad and a time to be glad
a time to be silent and a time to be loud
a time to be down and a time to be proud
a time to be smart and a time to be dumb
a time to be hurt and a time to be loved
a time to be honest and a time to lie
a time to live and of course a time to die.
poem by Frieda Taller
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Time Travel
We travel through time daily, crossing decades
Yet we focus on the past
We close our eyes and begin to venture minutes, hours in reverse
Searching for opportunities we may have may have missed
Reminiscing about the good times we had
We have invented time travel yet we manage to search for it
It's like trying to find a cure to insanity, we already have it
Now it's time to just use it. May your travels be safe
poem by Khaleel Steir
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Time
Time waits for no Man
what time is it?
time to change your ways.
Time is of the essence
how much time have I got
can you give me more time?
Time ticks by slowly
and time can go really fast
not much time left now.
Take some time out
time to make amends
Isn't it time to say sorry?
The tick tock of time
Old Father Time
as time goes by.
There's always time tomorrow
make the most of your time
don't waste your time.
Time after time after time
isn't it time you learnt?
time you sorted yourself out.
That's it time is up
time to call it a day
see you again sometime?
poem by Kevin Halls
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Stopping Time
Since I am not young
the time is not enough.
It elapses too soon.
And the hours are tough
to stretch into days.
So I number the ways
I could make them last.
Still the time's not enough.
It goes too fast.
When I was young
I had more time.
The future was never ending,
the road an easy climb.
I don't wear a watch now.
I see my bare wrist.
I don't punch a time clock.
I just make a fist
and pummel it on the table.
It does me no good
for I am not able
to stop or capture time.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Time Time Time
Time time time
Make time, give time, take time out
Win time, cost time, the time of your life
Spend time, sell time, the good times and the bad
Kill time, zero time, all the time in the world
Time watch, time travel, time to begin
Time table, time square, can I fit you in
Time frame, time to go, time that you grew up
But tell me...
How do you feel?
poem by Shaun William Hayes
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Time
Where dose time really go once it has past
Time is time
Is there such a thing as bad timing
Why dose it fly when were having fun
And slow down when we want it to fly
Can you answer me
Can you tell me why
Dose time stand still
Time waits for no one
Travel in time machine
Dose time ever take time out
Time rules the world
From the time we raise to the time we sleep
We are paid for our
WE pay to use someone else's time
So time is money really
Time we spend together
A life time
We use time reading the times or time magazine
Can you tell me the time please
How many times would that have been said
Lunch time dinner time
My time your time
Your wasting time your wasting my time
Killing time i don't think so
We are running out of time
Race against time
loosing time
Making up for lost time
A bit of overtime
Time to go
Time
for the one who loves
time travel so slowly like a snail
like the tortoise making love
under the sea
for the one who is angry
or the one who has so much hate
time travels so fast
like an arrow shot in the air
or the bullet hitting its target
but for me who writes
time freezes
i am frozen i feel like turning into a stone
a sculpture
a glass
i feel that i am not moving
stuck
like a chewing gum on the wall
the hours exist no more
poem by Antonio Liao
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7 Hours
Today's a sunny day
And there's a lot of time to go with it
For me
I want to celebrate and have fun for 7 hours
So ladies and gentlemen
Make the food
Fill up the drinks
It's going to be a fun 7 hours
I'll bring my poems
Maybe my photos
Perhaps even show the ladies a dance I know
7 hours
And the time is ours
Full of nice memories
Full of good times
Full of new friendships
Full of whatever we want to make of it
These 7 hours
These 7 hours of perhaps stress free and
drama free
These 7 hours to be what we want it to be
poem by Justin Gildow
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Time crimes
She drove as I fiddled with the radio.
I was stealing looks at her,
young, fresh, clean.
and oh my god her cleavage was hypnotizing.
Her eyes had the same sorrow as mine.
The wounded,
they know each other when they see each other
instinctively.
Like 2 sick junkies passing each other on the street.
They can just TELL.
You can see the emptiness where something or someone use to be.
Spending time with her was like stealing from death.
It was time taken out of time.
She, young and beautiful,
Once she held my corpse and said
'We are the same, you and I'.
I laughed,
A harsh,
mean, laugh that said
'You're right, we are. But that's none of your business'.
She sat on the grass
legs out stretched,
I would lie my head on her thighs.
She looked down at me and sweetly said
'Do you love me a little? '
A line from a film I had intrduced her to.
I answered with:
'What time is it? '
It was all time out of time.
Time stolen from the jaws of death
The death that nibbles away the hours,
the minutes,
the seconds of our lives so slowly we rarely even notice.
Laying there,
in the grass,
in the park,
we were co-conspiritors
stealing time from time
stealing it from death itself.
Stealing time from each other.
Such a fine line,
it occurs to me as I write this
between 'stealing' and 'wasting' sometimes.
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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Frustrating Seconds
These seconds of time that seem so small
really are not that small at all.
They continuously add up to a minute.
Sixty seconds later and all that's within it
is larger as they pass.
And then they add up to an hour.
Now those seconds have more power.
They move along and soon there'll be
another day gone from you with me.
Seconds, minutes, hours and days
have grown so long in heartfelt ways.
They leave me wondering just how long
these drawn out seconds did me wrong?
I'd love to bundle them up real tight
and little by little squeeze them at night.
And when the dawn is here again
remember all of them and say Amen.
I do not wish my life away.
I just want those seconds to go their way.
Let them add up for another fool.
For these seconds for me are much too cruel.
I don't need seconds, minutes or hours
to remind me of eternity.
I will not count the time anymore
for all it contains is the misery
of being away from you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Early Works - Time Out
Deep within the blackness
lay the barriers
known to all as time
with depths much deeper
than the boundaries of hell.
Within each boundary
lie one day,
one year,
and one century.
And still within the blackness
lies more barriers
known to all as the future
with heights higher than heaven,
which are guided by the hand of fate.
Time rules our lives
and fate rules time
to the extent
it causes destruction
or gives life to those in need.
Time can be a killer
and time can be a prayer,
time can be helpful
and time can be a menace.
Unlike anything on earth,
time has no ending,
where life can cease to be
time will carry on
even when all life has gone.
Time to us is just a word
for one cannot see time;
one cannot feel time,
though one can define time
as a passing.
We all live within a life cycle
where time is all around us.
Though we cannot see time,
it is a constant ruler
within our lives.
Time is measured for travel
in light,
in sound,
in speed.
Time is measured for life
in seconds,
in minutes,
in hours,
in years,
in centuries.
But time is only a word
and the meaning is so complex
that the real meaning
is hard
to explain.
Except that, life
as we know it
would never really
exist
without time.
Date Unknown
Authors Note:
Originally the title of this piece was Time, but I changed it for Time Out as I realised I had already written two later pieces with the same title. I believe this was written in the late 1960 and was the first piece with the title. On of my very early poems from the construction of it. Please do judge me too harshly because of it.
poem by David Harris
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I will kiss you
I will kiss you smoothly in the silence of the night.
I´ll take of your lips the honeys of your soul.
I´ll kiss you in the dimness, the shine of your eyes,
and I will be in the way to your heart..
I will cover your body with the heat of my kisses,
I´ll travel your accidents without fatigue.
I´ll climb your mountains without the desire of the first time
and I will descend to the botton of your soul.
I will kiss you without time and without rest.
I will kiss you with my soul and you´ll kiss me with yours
in an infinite kiss until the dawn comes.
I will kiss you in the port of your eyes again.
I will navigate in the sea of your pupils
and I will be forever the sailor of your heart.
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
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So much is hidden In the womb of time
Time is a moving wheel
Never stops never tires
So much is hidden
In the womb of time
Everybody
Waits, for it to arrive
The world wants to see
What’s hidden inside?
Worries and smiles
Are the same in all times
Faces keep changing
With passing of time
There was a time
When I had arrived
I don’t know the time
When I’ll leave
Change in fortune
Keeps changing
From time to time
Time is slow for some
Fast for others
Some cheer, some cry
Reason to live for many
To die for few
Time is time
For all and one
Everybody understands this
Only with time
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Win Some, Lose Some
Now you know
That I stood outside your window
Just a little too long.
What youre gonna do
When the hours pass away
And you know that Im gone.
Well, it may be a week,
It may be a day,
Im six blocks over
And I dont know what to say to you.
Jokin bout your mama
Went a little too far.
But you caught me
Out with the others
Till the early dawn.
There may be a time
If we played it right
Im six blocks over
And you wanna spend a night with me.
Now the hours and the minutes
Just fly away.
You win some and you lose some,
You gotta get it right
Or Ill be saying
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye.
Thinkin back to
The way youre holdin me down,
Id be better off dead.
Now you know
That the time is running out
Of the things we said.
Well, it may be a week,
It may be a day,
Im six blocks over
And I dont know what to say to you.
Now the hours and the minutes
Just fly away.
You win some and you lose some,
You gotta get it right
Or Ill be saying
Bye bye bye bye ...
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Who Knows Where Time Goes
Time is something we don't understand,
It's gone with a hello and a shake of the hand.
Never enough time for those you hold dear
But always, time for sadness and tears.
Time, you can't se it at all
For it passes so quickly --- while you lean on a wall.
Who knows where time goes/
No time for the dreams you have for yourself
Nor time for reading all the books the shelf.
Not enough time to go drifting along
For one has to work eight hours long.
Who knows where time goes?
No time to laugh --- and just be alone,
No time at all for friend or foe.
Time is running out --- people all say,
Who knows where time goes --- each and every day!
poem by Dorothy Fern Fowler
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Care Free Guy
he stands against
an old wall
on folded arms
watching people
pass by
let time kills its hours
let it choke the minutes
faded denims
white shirt
he winks at the lady
who believes that
a man likes him
has a lot of time to
offer her
she is boredom
he is the perfect man for her
he kills time
he shall choke her hours
like the way her hands
press her breasts
squeezing
her private moments
to juices of
their complimentary
convenience
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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March Of Time
Hours of lust, hours of tears passing by before my eyes
Today, tomorrow, yesterday. . .one life
Days of joy, day of sadness come and go to pass me by
A month, a year, one hundred years, they fly
Bridge: ohh, one day I will be gone to lead another life
Ohh, and this world will stop to turn around with me
cause
Chorus: time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On without us all, never stops, yes
Time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On and on and on, flies eternally
Times of peace, times of fights, constant movement is our life
Cant stop no more, not until. . .we die
We long for more. . .eternity, and maybe theres another life
This one is short, no matter how you try
Bridge: ohh, but never give up all the hope to lead a good life
No, dont waste your given time to make things worse
Chorus: time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
One without us all, never stops, yes
Time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On and on and on, flies eternally
Plese, please help me see, the best way to be
Make a change and we, live eternally
No more wasted years, no more wasted tears
Lifes too short to cry, long enough to try
Chorus: time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On without us all, never stops, yes
Time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On and on and on, flies eternally
song performed by by Helloween
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Time Re Written
Time goes fast
Time goes slow
Time sees love ones pass
Time sees the living grow
Time finds it hard to forget
Time can store up treasures and sorrows, and very hard to let go...
Time rushes fast
Time stops and starts
Time is shown by nights turn into days
Time makes all the seasons change
Time is going slowly at times but
Time can race you across the line
Time awaits for you to have peace but
Time can also hide sadness deep
Time is sometimes patient
Time can be kind
Time often cruel and
Time can be so so unkind
Time is a second
Time is minute, hour, even days and months
Time is not possible for us to keep
But right now...I wish time will not pass me by
Nor it slip back into yesterday day...
For i have much to look forward
In Time...and much more afar
I am certain now that
Time is a precious thing and will bring along amazing things...
Time...more time...and much much time
And somehow i feel a bit lost at this...
Time
Perhaps only when the dark night comes at long last
I will stop thinking about
Time
For time will no longer matter then
And only then... until then
Each second, Every minute...Even hour and all these Endless days
Bientôt mon chéri, venez à moi
poem by AngelLucianna Vesna
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Queen Of The Hours
Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind to blow away the veil of time
Slowly now the threads of age are starting to unwind
(chorus:)
Queen of the hours
Along, along, along the path of time, of time,
She is still
The clock shall tell the tale
When all is well, is well.
Black was the night that came in from the east and caused the land to sleep.
Riding on a storm, it carved a message in isabella creek.
(chorus)
Dawn is the death wish night has passed away, it left the sacred flower,
Opened up the grave and bowed its life unto the queen of hours.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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That it’s dangerous
That it’s dangerous
to travel alone
lots of people have told me
and I have also
read it in poems
and ask you to accompany me
to places where the night falls dark
and days that are sometimes without end
and oceans that are bluer
than anything that we know
to beaches that are soft, inviolate and white
which go past the horizon,
but more than this
I need you
as my comrade, companion
and life partner
to as pilgrims together
go into the wide world
so that minutes become hours,
days, months and years
and if at a time
we become refugees
from staying young
and life bit by bit
slowly pass away with time
I’ll love you
and you’ll adore me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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