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Writing Prompt

POEM STARTER

Include the motif of clocks in a poem.

Clocks can be representative of time, life and death, and opportunities.

Writings

The Clock Ticks On

I swear I’m trying

Trying to stay strong

But the clock ticks on

And I’ve still got nothing

Nothing to show


And I’m dying

Dying to know

But the clock ticks on

And I still know nothing

Nothing at all


So tell me

Is it just me

Or are you in the same boat

Always moving

But staying in the same place?


Cause I swear I’m trying

Trying to stay strong

But the clock ticks on

It ticks on

And I’ve still got ...

Time Tricks

**Time likes to trick you**

**Into believing it is the same**

**That it is kind**

**And that with time**

**All the pain **

**Will go away**

****

**Time lies**

**While time can help with the pain**

**It never truly goes away**

**You may start to heal**

**People may not see your pain **

**But if they care**

**They see the scars plain as day **

****

**Time heals the most basic of wounds **

**But it c...

out of time

I’m looking into the future

second after second ticking by


-Wait


wait

wait

wait

WAIT


YOU’RE GOING TOO FAST




the days feel like minutes

and hours feel like seconds


I was a teenager seconds ago


now i’m an adult


rushing through life hoping to get it right


**tic tock**


I’ve made bad decisions

no time to go back and fix them


**tic tock**


wait- there’s so much i wanted ...

Time.

I hate time.


The ticking of clocks, serving only to remind me that _my_ time is limited.


I'm indecisive.


How can one make a decision knowing that every move may be their last?


Tick, Tock.


When my time is nearing its end, who's to say I won't regret everything?


Fulfillment.


How can I be sure that I'm making the right choice?


Love.


I..—


I don't know what that is.


Tick. Tock.


Time doesn'...

Time is Ticking Down

_Tick. _


_Tick. _


_Tick. _


_Tick. _



You hear the time tick down

Its sand a silken gown

Sand’s hands are wrapped around

Your ever-thinking crown



_Tick. _



The sound infests your mind


_Tick. _


A never-ending sign


_Tick. _


That one day you will die


_Tick. _


And your life will be mine




_Tick. _




It’s growing faster still



_Tick. _


_Tick. _



As time does drink its fill



...

Thief

Standing still or flying by

Time seems to move as it pleases.

Though I do my best and try

I can’t take it all in fast enough.


The clock stares down

The face of it moving time along.

Moving to drown

The the simplicity of life.


Stopping it would be ideal

But only a fool would try.

The clock it likes to steal.

Maybe I am foolish after all....

Clock Of Death

Time is a cunning thief , no one’s a boss when the silent stop watch ticks away from life wicked tricks the ones that seem to kick .


Death is a silent watcher one wrong move and you’re a goner , slowly lost in the unknown with no way to get home .


The reaper of my mind chasing me through time , leaving me lost as my feeling are tossed to the side as you begin the ride .


I was a living curse br...

Time Flies

At 10:00, you were born

With your bright giggle

Filled with love

In those blue eyes

You got from me


At 11:00, you turned two

Chirping like a parrot

Rarely silent

In your grand adventures


At noon, you enter the doors

Of kindergarten

Backpack in tow

Ready for what’s ahead

You start to resemble daddy more


At 1:00, the real change begins

Your body prepares to blossom

Into something new

You’re ...

Past Mine

At 945pm our fingers entwined,

2am you did find,

That your dreams were ending

730am your alarm did sing.


At 1230pm you daydreamed of him,

530pm you wished for his lips on your skin.

The hands on the clock not the ones you needed,

730pm cursing that your dreams hadn’t succeeded.


At 10pm your fingers grasping at air,

1am laying alone in the bed you did share.

230am typing up a poem,

5am waiting f...

Hourglass

_Tick_



I often see time falling away from me without my control

The way sand slips through your fingertips no matter how hard you try to hold on



_Tock_




I look at the clocks on my walls and can just see my life flying away from me

As the hours go by

Minutes

Seconds

It’s slowy disappearing

Slowy slipping away from me



_Tick_



And as the hand makes his way around the circle

My anxiet...