Clocks Poems

Clocks poems bring the best collection of short and long clocks poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great clocks rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these clocks poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on clocks are here for you.

The Clock Guy

The Clock Guy prose poem

There once Lived a man named Mr McDocks, he loved one thing and THAT thing was clocks. He fixed them and sold them; he had his own shop, he treasured them always; it JUST wouldn’t stop. He had watches, grandfathers

Poems containing references to : Clocks

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

I can’t name things

I can’t name things short poem

I can’t name things. I can’t tell, with some mighty confidence, this is this or that is that. You tell me of love. but, I have known too many loves. blue love, green love, red love, even yellow love. I

Funeral Of The Lamp

Funeral Of The Lamp long poem

I can’t imagine the world without you my friend My dearest snow-hued table lamp My universe is literally pitch-black without your glow I really can’t bear to let you go Thank you for being my best mate for 11 years

State Of Birth

State Of Birth prose poem

M portrays my feeling of MISSING something that I never had, and could never see; The feeling that people were always MOVING away from me; The feeling that MONEY would never come my way, but only flee. I is for

One Hundred Moons

One Hundred Moons short poem

On the battle turfs of a vernacular hunger, the hikes were killing the uncertain values. Committing suicide was a regular feature. To pay off the debts of a flag. By using pesticides on unsuspecting guests of tomorrow. The clocks were

Rise To The Occasion

Rise To The Occasion short poem

When people like troubled flock, From next door or around the block, Come crashing on the rocks When hard times come Flashing alarms on their clocks, But their opportunity doesn’t knock Will you be there for them, to confide? Or

Broken Dam

Broken Dam short poem

Let’s not go, let’s not reach anywhere. The toenails have started digging in the earth, to make peace with the distress response of the bruised hunger for transactional surrender. And the surrogate mother will abandon the child for the father

Alone

Alone short poem

as the dawn breaks through the skies and through the clouds, somewhere a flower wakes up, somewhere a bird calls and calls, in some house, a mother sings, raising the children and gods, the boys and girls stand everywhere, brushing,

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas long poem

It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire

Lupercalia

Lupercalia short poem

Bubblegum balloons, mechanical clocks, counting frames with beads, letters on perfumed paper, furry toys for kittens, chocolate, Santa Claus, giraffe stamps, thistle ponchos, black pirate eyeglasses, stickers with phosphorescent hearts, terracotta ocarinas, rainbow lollipops… back then it was silence when

Scenes From A European Movie

Scenes From A European Movie short poem

SCENES FROM A EUROPEAN MOVIE (OR THE ETHICAL EQUATIONS POSED BY PAUL KLEE DANCING WITH A GERMAN SHEPHERD) “Art makes visible the unseen” – Paul Klee Along the edge of the Gothic archway, starlings disturb the air, only slightly. Its

Mania

Mania short poem

Keep the paper blank, do not write anything new. Words were abducted earlier also Let the truth speak from the folds of dying clocks. Fauns were searching the human abodes for fake currency of truth. There was no method in

Wounded Dance

Wounded Dance short poem

A rock becomes a philosopher. Refuses to move looking at the stars. Rogue shirts were walking on the clouds of unknowing. I wanted to remove all the clocks. Who was stealing the water? Secret of life? Impiety had undone the

Epochs

Epochs prose poem

Epochs// (1) Sometimes, time does interchange. But my grandma, who’d moved from her poor house to live inside my skull, is still throwing seven stones at the cellular phone, wakes me up each time a light emerges from the end

A Small Time

A Small Time prose poem

When I was a little boy, I used to run up to the end of the earthen road and run back homeward; in my hand an open-lipped astonished fig berry, a few apricot stones and some body-scars. At those days,

Remembering Adam!

Remembering Adam! short poem

No cure seems to work. Between absurd and wise, Lone he walks. It is a note on the timidness of a star, which couldn’t come near the earth. On the slope of a crater, a boulder stopped it. No laughter

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Disconnected

Disconnected short poem

As a society, we have reached the point where vanity has overwhelmed sanity Where we prefer big beds instead of big hearts Where we aim to live in big cardboard boxes, hollow ones Where we choose to take shelter alone

Love Sonnet 167

Love Sonnet 167 sonnet poems

Black colors my days, it’s a waste of night, In raiment, very dark, it clothed my heart, For love dimmed, all the bright days are in flight, Dreams, too, it tainted, until they depart; Yet, nary is a picture with

My Sanctuary

My Sanctuary short poem

Slowly I walked into the coolness of the woods Serene quietness punctuated by the calls of the birds Scampering of squirrels amidst the moving shadows Cast by the leafy canopy of boughs and leaves As clouds play hide and seek

Happiness Everywhere

Happiness Everywhere short poem

The wait for the last period of sport’s hour in a long day of school, The sight of home when you are back after a long time, The horn of dad’s vehicle when doing homework at home, The sip of

Madison Perrin

Madison Perrin short poem

It’s amazing how much I’ve fallen for this boy I just wanted to know his name People were making fun of him but I don’t think of him that way I thought he was cute, adorable, even his name was

A Path..

A Path.. short poem

Friends from a journey greet me Their smiles warm and yet their eyes speak a different tongue. Returns one from a path of brambles and sharp stones And hot winds and chilling shadows But yet his eyes sing! And another

Death

Death prose poem

Fearing death, mourning is just nonsense Wearing black, crying for the dead makes no sense Love a person when he is living Sharing smiles is a wonderful feeling. Death is just another goodbye, A silent message saying, “Please don’t cry.”

Words Of Wonder

Words Of Wonder short poem

A word on a line joined with many and more, a story to tell from behind a closed door. A line on a page and a paragraph to make, from a thoughtful sage to the ones who forsake. A page

The way

The way prose poem

The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long

Arrival Of Shrieks

Arrival Of Shrieks short poem

An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You

Hope

Hope short poem

The best gift we can give is the gift of HOPE, To leave someone encouraged by the words we spoke, It doesn’t cost a penny it just takes a little time, To let them share their story and maybe I’ll

The Walk

The Walk short poem

I can say without a doubt that you did not simply follow others you made your own path though it was and is hard one of those untrodden trails where every rock twists your joints and leads nowhere but up

Mirrors

Mirrors ode

Confined to these walls guardians surrounding my transparent figure created to serve you I am the eye that is not part of you you come to me blind, uncertain, unknowledgeable seeking to know beauty, ugly but my sight surpasses that

Solemnity

Solemnity short poem

Most dabbled indulgences are not means to any end Attempts just plain perhaps for old afflictions to mend Each day breaks new dawn again onto the cyclical night Waited more than my share for reversal of chronic plight Weary of

My Name Is December

My Name Is December prose poem

Hello dear one, I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. More about that later, but my arrival is out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

Voice Of Intuition

Voice Of Intuition short poem

Sixth sense, a magical phenomena, a super natural phenomena, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.

Whispers From The Soul – Twisted Roots

Whispers From The Soul   Twisted Roots short poem

Twisted roots that pattern themselves in soil, are like hidden truths that always come to light. Slowly taking root in darkness, creeping ….growing towards the light. The web of deception and flowers of thorns that grow, destroy the trust of

Good-bye Alabama

Good bye Alabama short poem

Kick stand up at eight, two lane west to set me free Throttle through the gears, now it’s just Ester and me Relax down into the machine, the breeze blowing across my face Worry and troubles disappear, my mind is

Insomnia

Insomnia short poem

Insomnia used to drive me mad, Every night I would toss and turn, These days I think it’s really not bad, For that’s when I get my work done. My mind seems to come alive at night, My imagination sparks

Garvin Heights (Winona, Minnesota)

Garvin Heights (Winona, Minnesota) short poem

I expected to be dizzy peering over an abyss of rocks and trees into the twenty mile vista. Instead I was as still as the surrounding trees rooted with wonder to this high place in the clean prairie air, standing

A Prayer, if Wishy-washy, to Myself

A Prayer, if Wishy washy, to Myself short poem

Grant me but these easy wishes: Simple fare my daily dishes; Safe fare from vice and vanity; Work-joy, love, peace and sanity; A quiet mind and quiet breath And when I die, a quiet death; Thereafter, grant me dissolution, Anonymity

Missing You

Missing You long poem

You don’t know how happy I am, When I first saw you. You cradled me in your arms, And said the words I love you. The day I took my first walk, I saw the happiness in your face, You

The Sullied Self

The Sullied Self long poem

It is night again, And the darkness wakes it all up. Rooms left to collect, the dust of Fault and dissent, and the Forgotten madness of bygone days. We have created so much with nothing, And done nothing with so