Poetry competition CLOSED 29th June 2012 1:07am
WINNER
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
RUNNER-UP:
Grace
Time
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about time.
i was just listening to "Time" by Pink Floyd and I realized it had not only great lyrics but also it described exactly how I felt: time passes by behind me, then when I turn around, it's suddenly a whole year later and I'm wondering what the hell happened.
So how do you feel about time? Does it go by too quickly or too slowly? Do you fear it? Do you love it?
-1 week
-reposts welcome
-2 entries per person
enjoy.
So how do you feel about time? Does it go by too quickly or too slowly? Do you fear it? Do you love it?
-1 week
-reposts welcome
-2 entries per person
enjoy.
Time Difference
Frigid walls of four
without promise to be free
innocent proved guilty
his time drags on
Months to live is six
without hope of prolonging
mother of three to be taken
her time rushes by
Years to conceive is fifteen
the heartache has finally ended
only nine months to go
her time crawls along
To raise them right by eighteen
the greatest challenge he knows
from diapers to diplomas
his time races ahead
Death came without warning
awaited chances are none
it happened just now
no more time is left
Frigid walls of four
without promise to be free
innocent proved guilty
his time drags on
Months to live is six
without hope of prolonging
mother of three to be taken
her time rushes by
Years to conceive is fifteen
the heartache has finally ended
only nine months to go
her time crawls along
To raise them right by eighteen
the greatest challenge he knows
from diapers to diplomas
his time races ahead
Death came without warning
awaited chances are none
it happened just now
no more time is left
Anonymous
Sign language
For years I've wanted to throw the little yellow clock next to my bed, across the room
If I threw it hard enough then maybe
maybe
it would pass through my window
constant ticking is close to
what I imagine Chinese torture to be like
each second stands alone
But I've contemplated for years
Throwing this clock
never acting out further than picking it up
Doubt that I'd be able
to make it through the glass due to the lack of strength in my arm
allows the little yellow clock to remain sat
with the reins in its hands
The constant reminder of hour-less minutes and minute-less seconds keeps me aware
That it is still there
And I. I am still here
For years I've wanted to throw the little yellow clock next to my bed, across the room
If I threw it hard enough then maybe
maybe
it would pass through my window
constant ticking is close to
what I imagine Chinese torture to be like
each second stands alone
But I've contemplated for years
Throwing this clock
never acting out further than picking it up
Doubt that I'd be able
to make it through the glass due to the lack of strength in my arm
allows the little yellow clock to remain sat
with the reins in its hands
The constant reminder of hour-less minutes and minute-less seconds keeps me aware
That it is still there
And I. I am still here
Anonymous
The Missing Aglet
Sunset
Escape of thoughts never
Completely contemplated
The mark of another word I failed
To say right
Echos of a prayer for light to see my way
Aware that I’m blind
Dawn
A shot to start the race
I’m still tying my shoe
It’s the hesitation to shoot the mocking bird
Singing my requiem
Beginning a life long journey
That starts one step back
Sunset
Escape of thoughts never
Completely contemplated
The mark of another word I failed
To say right
Echos of a prayer for light to see my way
Aware that I’m blind
Dawn
A shot to start the race
I’m still tying my shoe
It’s the hesitation to shoot the mocking bird
Singing my requiem
Beginning a life long journey
That starts one step back
Anonymous
I hope these fit the time theme well enough.
I remember
I remember the fading sunset
over the glowy blue ocean
the gentle breeze that blew
the soft white sand
the calls of the seabirds
as they flew for home
I remember your hands on mine
your warmth of you
in the circle of my arms
the gentle kiss
on my forehead
the slow walk home afterwards
I remember the promises you made
the words gentle and kind
a pact to be together, to return
to that place again
the seaside far in the north
to remember this time
And now as I look at you
slumbering by my side
I thank what gods there are
who granted our wish that day
to live for each other everyday
and I will never forget
I remember the fading sunset
over the glowy blue ocean
the gentle breeze that blew
the soft white sand
the calls of the seabirds
as they flew for home
I remember your hands on mine
your warmth of you
in the circle of my arms
the gentle kiss
on my forehead
the slow walk home afterwards
I remember the promises you made
the words gentle and kind
a pact to be together, to return
to that place again
the seaside far in the north
to remember this time
And now as I look at you
slumbering by my side
I thank what gods there are
who granted our wish that day
to live for each other everyday
and I will never forget
http://wordbiscuit.com/images/redclocks.jpg
< three red clocks >
ticking their tocks
chanting their vows
with tiny mouths...
singing
in the songs of seconds
voicing
in the minute's dance
speaking
of the hour's progression
daring
in the day's good dance
these red clocks
their double-A's
(both Duracell and bunny)
conflicted smiles upon their face
watching
find us funny
spinning in the summer sun
creeping through the winter
with brethren they wait patiently
for time and thoughts
to splinter
- - -
take solace in the parallel existence of happier possibilities
the clock is ticking
but time isn't moving
the tick that you hear
is just the same tick
over
and over
and the clock is turning
but the earth is not
the same minute
cycles through numbers
to pass
eternity
and we do not exist
for you and i are just
nothing more
than a single point
along
possibility
the clock is ticking
but time isn't moving
the tick that you hear
is just the same tick
over
and over
and the clock is turning
but the earth is not
the same minute
cycles through numbers
to pass
eternity
and we do not exist
for you and i are just
nothing more
than a single point
along
possibility
They say time will pass.
Time will heal..
Maybe it could,
If it would just stand still.
But it keeps going
And so will we..
Disappearing tracks
And fading memories..
Time is never ending..
When we are all gone
Time will continue to go
Beating constant and strong..
So time won't stitch these wounds
And won't fade those scars..
Be thankful for whats now
And listen for the alarm..
Time will heal..
Maybe it could,
If it would just stand still.
But it keeps going
And so will we..
Disappearing tracks
And fading memories..
Time is never ending..
When we are all gone
Time will continue to go
Beating constant and strong..
So time won't stitch these wounds
And won't fade those scars..
Be thankful for whats now
And listen for the alarm..
Time Runs Out
Time is a new thought
That my brain has found
It was burried in the back
All safe and sound
But now my instincts are wild
And the thought is out
Now I can't stop thinking
"What if we were without?"
To be without time
Would mean to be without life
Because life is an amount of time
With only one strife
To continue to live
That's all some ask
But it will always end
No matter your mask
Some wear masks
That are bright and good
Others wear masks
Dark with a hood
But no matter the type of life
You choose to live
It will quickly end
Because time is short on the gives
Time is a new thought
That my brain has found
It was burried in the back
All safe and sound
But now my instincts are wild
And the thought is out
Now I can't stop thinking
"What if we were without?"
To be without time
Would mean to be without life
Because life is an amount of time
With only one strife
To continue to live
That's all some ask
But it will always end
No matter your mask
Some wear masks
That are bright and good
Others wear masks
Dark with a hood
But no matter the type of life
You choose to live
It will quickly end
Because time is short on the gives
Come, look with me inside this drawer
In this box I've often seen
At the pictures, black and white
Faces proud, still and serene.
I wish I knew the people
These strangers in the box
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among the socks.
I wonder what their lives were like,
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone would have taken time,
To tell who, what, and when,
Those faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away.
Make time to save your pictures
Seize the opportunity when it knocks
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
In this box I've often seen
At the pictures, black and white
Faces proud, still and serene.
I wish I knew the people
These strangers in the box
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among the socks.
I wonder what their lives were like,
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone would have taken time,
To tell who, what, and when,
Those faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away.
Make time to save your pictures
Seize the opportunity when it knocks
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
Time- Now
Now Now Now Now
Now, is gone again
Like the Phoenix
A Legend
You shall not tame
She perches carefree
on your perception
Her tantalizing
Amaranthine flame
Now, is gone again
For when the distance
between disappears
She flies and vanishes
Leaving a fiery trace
For you to reminiscence
Then reappearing
in a distant, again
And you like moths to flames
A predestined cliche
Impossible to abstain
Advance then
Now, is gone again
Perpetual rebirth
But she never will be tamed
For those who've tried
Their souls are set aflame
Cursed to live in the past
Vision without horizon
Memories of dust, encaves
Now Now Now Now
Now, is gone again
Now Now Now Now
Now, is gone again
Like the Phoenix
A Legend
You shall not tame
She perches carefree
on your perception
Her tantalizing
Amaranthine flame
Now, is gone again
For when the distance
between disappears
She flies and vanishes
Leaving a fiery trace
For you to reminiscence
Then reappearing
in a distant, again
And you like moths to flames
A predestined cliche
Impossible to abstain
Advance then
Now, is gone again
Perpetual rebirth
But she never will be tamed
For those who've tried
Their souls are set aflame
Cursed to live in the past
Vision without horizon
Memories of dust, encaves
Now Now Now Now
Now, is gone again
