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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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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 can’t heal the scars That make you You
So remember for next time **When someone says ** **“It will heal with time “ ** **That just like time tricks ** **Humans can lie **
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 to do to see to _be _ __ _ _**tic tock **
enjoy you’re time it’s in limited supply but how am i supposed to enjoy it when it’s zooming by?
** tic tock **
not dating anyone? well you better hurry up you don’t have forever
believe me i know
** tic tock **
I’m gone after this i have to leave my mark but how am I going to beat 8 billion people trying to do the exact same thing?
** tic tock **
i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know
** tic tock **
please help me
i’m running out of time
** tic tock **
i’m almost out of time ****
** tic tock ******
im out of time
** tic tock **
Time of death 11:55****
** tic **
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't wait for you.
The clock hands keep going, ignoring the way you're drowning.
Your arm reaches out of the water.
The silence drowns out the sound of your screams.
Tick Tock.
It's far too late.
You can't go back.
Where'd your childhood go?
You swear, it was just yesterday that you were 8, and—
And what? You really thought you'd remember?
Don't be silly.
Your memory's gone, just like your sense of self.
Who are you?
Do you ever remember your name anymore?
Tick.
Tock.
_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
_Tick. _
_Tick. _
And sand will overspill
_Tick. _
_Tick. _
As fish will rot their gills
_Tick. _
The arrows racing through
_Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick _
And your heart beats in tune
_Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick _
You’re spilling out blue rue
_Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick _
It will be over soon.
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 .
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 bringing everyone down with my mood , a living corpse wandering the earth .
There nothing worse than your future being stolen like a purse it’s something you can’t rehearse .
A cost of a life equals the loss of a wife , your wealth cant save you when you reach the end as you descend to the depth of darkness .
I never died when I took my last breath , I was gone way before my body got laid to rest .
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 moody at times But I still love you
At 2:00, you’ve graduated high school Off to college to spread your wings These eighteen years Seemed only mere minutes
Time flies when you’re with the ones you love.
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 for the sun to come.
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Love You R
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🖤
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 anxiety keeps getting faster and faster More intense like never before How do people do this?
Tock
How are people so ok with time flying by? With their life slowy fading away?
Tick
I don’t want time to go away I don’t want to miss out on my life
Tock
But here I am Spending my minutes worrying about something I have no control over
Tick
I spend my time worrying Worrying about the fact that I’m worrying It’s a vicious cycle
Tock
Am I my own enemy? Or is it time that’s betraying me?
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 and going. it stops for no one and ultimately, it kills us all.
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