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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Being Happy

Being Happy short poem

I sometimes feel that I don’t feel An irony, isn’t it? But it isn’t so. I do feel things. I do feel cared when someone cares for me. I do feel when someone is being friendly with me. I do

I Wrote, She Reads

I Wrote, She Reads long poem

If I can write as many stories as I can, I would like to dedicate them all to the one I love. But I’d rather write one that will capture you, one that will truly inspire you. If I can

No Snow Falling

No Snow Falling elegy

No snow falling tonight all is dark wet and dreich, Stars cant be seen all hidden by low lying cloud, Shepherds struggle market price for sheep is too low, children born in squalor no stables left, now turned to houses

My Five-five-fingers

My Five five fingers long poem

I My five-five-fingers of my hands Zestfully lived In serenity. The three thrill fingers of my right hand: Thumb, index finger and middle finger Stoutly lived civilly and gleefully Amongst her BROTHERS: They rested gleefully upon the placid, SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART. II

Rapture

Rapture short poem

The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls

Want Peace ?

Want Peace ? short poem

Neither I ask to forget the past Nor to take flights of imagination Just I ask to keep an eye on Who we are or what we do As that is our today’s destination. Living on clouds is not the

Memory Walk

Memory Walk short poem

Wanted to visit old lanes for a mocking bird. A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. Treachery flees from the trees and settles on the white wings of flying swans. No logarithm will stop to watch the invisible numbers

Emerald Guitar

Emerald Guitar ballad

All I had was my songs and this guitar Until one day you passed by me. You stood there, wind blowing in your hair I couldn’t help but drown in your gaze and stare A dream that seemed back then

Sad Woman In Me!

Sad Woman In Me! long poem

People crying in the east and west Few for the dreams built to be the best Few for the food or attack of pest Few for the losses with wounded chest Few over their davestated nest Pity for few and

Finished

Finished short poem

Get out, Outrageous fiend! Forget everything that was once there Understand it is nothing to wear Constants now becoming variables Killing like animals; everyone inside. You shalt not see my face no more originally, I thought you a bore Understand,

Ode To A Soulmate

Ode To A Soulmate prose poem

I remember the years that so quickly have passed; I remember the memories that both of us cast; I remember the trips and the fun that we shared as well as the trials and the times that went bad; I

Prison

Prison short poem

Hidden within my locked mind Are words that fight all the time Each one a story to tell All about my prison cell I wish that sometimes They could say Happy times Will come my way But instead the words

Silent Pain

Silent Pain short poem

In a world filled with hatred let’s spread love From the ground below to the heavens above Behind every wave of destruction is a broken dream There’s a silent tear and a deafening scream It’s easy to unleash violence sitting

Tese Meets Rosemary

Tese Meets Rosemary ode

It was indeed orchestrated by providence, for two hypnotized by love on social media. It was indeed the innovation of the times that united two once unbeknownst to each other. Separated by tongue, culture, values and distance. A French kiss

In The After Life

In The After Life short poem

Abandoned by life he lies there At the North West corner of a manor Far from being alive, he gasps slowly. His eyes are weary and can’t face the sun There is no sweat, but a rotten smell lingers. He

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town long poem

An old boar squirrel has made a home in the tall skinny house across the street. he must think himself lucky to have the space. I watch him build his treasury on the jade kitchen linoleum dark nuts arranged like

I Need A Man, Not A Boy!

I Need A Man, Not A Boy! long poem

I wish I could teach you, The ways of men, I wish I could change you, Beard doesn’t make you a man, I wish you could open your eyes, And see the woman in me, I wish you could know

A Better World

A Better World prose poem

The world is changing fast and with it the way people relate to one another The manner in which people love their significant others is not to bother Unless there is an ulterior motive like pleasure, wealth or fame to

True Joy

True Joy short poem

Intrigues wealth the mind As rich people others find; Coveting, out leaps the heart, Wanting for bullion and notes, Longing for money and material, Craving for gems and jewels; Having swayed by worldly charm Discouraged by one’s ostentatious terms. For

Death Pride

Death Pride short poem

Oh mighty creator, please hear my breathless prayer, Before I enter the battle become a ruthless slayer, Thank you for keeping me good & alive, For being with me, helping me survive, In this cold harsh winter you have been

Shed this Skin

Shed this Skin short poem

If only we were bones We wouldn’t throw so many stones Separated by this skin We seem to forget we’re all human Brother killing brother All for their flesh’s color Inequality uncontrolled Because of the lies we’ve all been told

Mirage

Mirage short poem

A futurist virginity in black rose was seeking posthumous award for immoral kisses of thorns. Unaware of lethal thighs skipping the lunar landscape at night. Were you going to leap over the mountains curling across the glaciers of white pain?

Luck Was Not With Me Today

Luck Was Not With Me Today short poem

I stepped outside my door and without warning Jack bit my cheek, nose and mouth, so when I chewed upon my tongue lest I swore uncouth words, my teeth bit right through its core. Blue blood flowed and then, and