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POEM STARTER
Include the motif of clocks in a poem.
Clocks can be representative of time, life and death, and opportunities.
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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'...
_Tick. _
_Tick. _
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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
...
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....
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 .
Don’t stop .
Keep digging .
Make it deeper .
are you getting weaker ?
The reaper of my mind chasing me through time , leaving me lost as my feeling a...
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 ...
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...
_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...
time is passing by too quickly.
all concept of it is lost.
days of the week
have lost all meaning,
weeks go by in a blur
and yet i am constantly
staring at the clock,
terrified i don't have enough of it.
with each tick of the clock's hands,
my heart races more and more
because i know its passing
and i can't stop it,
not even for a second.
the world keeps spinning
and people keep going
and going a...
There I was, a kid
Under the tick and tock
Of my aggressively progressive clock
Racing for the end of my
High school year
To enter what I was to choose
College or career
The pressure of choosing one thing
to be for the rest of my life
Whether it’s teacher, or doctor,
Business woman or midwife
The plan is set in stone
I’ll be this one
This is the way I should go
All to come to a fork in the r...
There must always be a clock nearby
Analog with a crooked second hand
Is and Vs that are loosing their meaning
To flashing phone screens
Beeping boxes that flash and hum
Wristwatches with glowing faces
There must always be a clock nearby
So that I may always see the time
Eliminating the uncertainty of life
Through a constant pattern
Numbers that repeat the same way
Day after day after day
Th...
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