Interesting Poems – Time is recurrently considered an illusion. Too fast for some and too slow for others. We all have our perception of time and season and this has found expression in the mind and writings of several poets.
Compiled below are some of the best poems about time from great poets. These poems about time will give you a deeper insight into time as you read them.
- Time and Time and Time Again
- The Course Of Life, Time, And Event And The Process Of Change
- Sonnet 49: Against That Time If That Time Ever Come
- A Prayer In Time Of War
- Only Time Will Remain
- As Time Passes
- Alarm Clocks
- What The Minutes Say
- Even Such Is Time
- Burglar Time
- To Time
- You And Me In Time
- Once Upon A Time
1. Time and Time and Time Again
Time and time and time
I’ve sought a perfect rhyme
time and time and time
It just comes to me
those times and times and times and times
I’ve searched for that one
I think that writing poetry is something quite
You balance on the tightrope and then sometimes
2. The Course of Life, Time, and Event and the Process of Change
Time or fate may separate friends, lovers,
But friendship or love that’s true will ever
Thenceforth continue to live forever,
True love conquers the odd with its power.
As time passes by, things change with the time,
Every moment, hour, day, month, and year,
All things have their turn to change with the time,
Life, time, and events change with the years.
Everyone, everything, have a time and day,
A time to change, end, begin a new day,
Change is life, the course of life everyday,
All things change, and we change with them all days.
Only the Eternal one is constant,
All things in the universe, inconstant,
But despite it all, love is important,
The world may change, but true love is constant.
3. Sonnet 49: Against that Time if that Time Ever Come
Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advised respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity—
Against that time do I ensconce me here
Within the knowledge of mine own desart,
And this my hand, against myself uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part.
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality,
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;
Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
5. A Prayer in Time of War
The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, “intellectual.”
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,
To-night a world that turned from Thee
Is waiting — at Thy Throne.
The towering Babels that we raised
Where scoffing sophists brawl,
The little Antichrists we praised —
The night is on them all.
The fool hath said . . . The fool hath said . ..
And we, who deemed him wise,
We who believed that Thou wast dead,
How should we seek Thine eyes?
How should we seek to Thee for power
Who scorned Thee yesterday?
How should we kneel, in this dread hour?
Lord, teach us how to pray!
Grant us the single heart, once more,
That mocks no sacred thing,
The Sword of Truth our fathers wore
When Thou wast Lord and King.
Let darkness unto darkness tell
Our deep unspoken prayer,
For, while our souls in darkness dwell,
We know that Thou art there.
6. Only Time Will Remain
It’s unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
Wishing away as it goes.
Present and past,
Fleeting and fast.
It whispers in the wind,
To the oceans and back again.
It echoes of battle cries
Where the red rivers once rose.
Under moonlit skies,
It witnessed the first breath and ashes’ last cast.
It heals the broken and bruised,
Has been abused and misused.
Infinite and untamed,
Only time will remain.
7. As Time Passes
As the seconds pass,
We look back
At what our lives have held.
As the minutes pass,
We see what fell through the cracks.
Parts of our lives we withheld.
As the hours pass,
We think of what we learned,
What we have taught,
What we have forgot.
As the days pass,
We wish a lot could be returned.
We wish we would have never fought
You hope they forget me not.
As years pass,
You stand alone.
They have all grown,
Married and gone
Or on their own.
As your life passes,
You stand proud,
Looking how well they raise their own.
You did well.
Has always been there.
It was the beginning,
And it’s going to be the end.
It is forever changing, never the same as it was before.
It was a minute here,
A century there.
It saw the creation of everything,
And it will see the destruction of all.
It is a universal and eternal entity.
We regret when we waste it.
We wish we had more when we run out.
However, when we do have it, we don’t use it wisely.
We waste it, believing that we’ll have it forever.
We don’t realize that it’ll eventually leave us,
Continuing long after we’re gone.
It is neither a friend nor an enemy.
Tick tock…tick tock…
Life is counting down on your internal clock.
Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.
People you once knew
walk by without a clue.
The times you once shared
exist as if you were never there.
Years fly…friends die…
and you never know when you’ll say your last goodbye.
Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
spend it with loved ones and cherish what once was mine.
Or to go back even more,
being a kid in a candy store.
How I miss the way I used to feel
on Christmas day when Santa was real.
But back to reality…back to today,
family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.
Tick tock…tick tock…
How I wish I could control this clock.
10. Alarm Clocks
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
The little twittering birds laugh in his way
And poise triumphant on his shining arm.
He bears a sword of flame but not to harm
The wakened life that feels his quickening sway
And barnyard voices shrilling ‘It is day!’
Take by his grace a new and alien charm.
But in the city, like a wounded thing
That limps to cover from the angry chase,
He steals down streets where sickly arc-lights sing,
And wanly mock his young and shameful face;
And tiny gongs with cruel fervor ring
In many a high and dreary sleeping place.
11. What the Minutes Say
We are but minutes—little things!
Each one furnished with sixty wings,
With which we fly on our unseen track,
And not a minute ever comes back.
We are but minutes; use us well,
For how we are used we must one day tell.
Who uses minutes, has hours to use;
Who loses minutes, whole years must lose
12. Even Such is Time
Even such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
13. Burglar Time
Time’s a burglar. On his toes
Noiselessly the rascal goes;
Steals my hair, and in its place
Drops long wrinkles on my face;
Steals my vigor, and instead
With experience crams my head;
Steals the trustfulness of youth,
Changing it for bitter truth;
Steals my friends by slow degrees,
Leaving only memories;
Steals my hope, my daring bold,
Leaving nought but yellow gold,
Making these exchanges, he
Deems it is no robbery;
Yes, and truly; for his stealth
Of my dear departed wealth
Yet has left the Joy of Life,
You, my daughter and my wife!
14. To Time
Time! Thou art a youth, a youth all power.
I cannot vision thee an aged man.
Thou art the messenger of century
To century, thou Hermes-footed one;
And with thy wand of progress thou dost wake
All worlds to motion and all men to zeal.
No prayer may stay thy pinions beating swift,
Nor make thee falter on thy purposed flight.
The hours thou lettest fall upon our hearts
Are precious flowers that we would cherish fain,
But they must die for brighter blooms to live.
On then, O tireless, great-eyed Time!
Child of Eternity! We follow thee.
Lean o’er us, groping in the dust of earth,
And clear our vision with a dream of heaven.
15. You and Me in Time
Time they say will give me grace,
But all I ever do is lose face.
Time they say will grow the child,
But all I ever do is grow more wild.
Time they say will cast a spell,
But to me it’s just a sounding bell.
Time they say is a crashing wave,
But then why do I feel so trapped in a cave?
Time they say scatters to the wind like birds;
But then why am I always at a loss for words?
Time they say will leave you beguiled;
And it’s true, I’m still just a child.
Time they say will bring you back to me,
But I find that hard to see,
Because it’s always from you I flee.
16. Once Upon a Time
In the distance I can hear a single chyme;
I reach out toward the implacable future,
Yet beyond my grasp shifts the sands of time.
Fate will change on the turn of a dime;
I’ve always thought my intentions pure;
In the distance I can hear a calling chyme.
To find you was my long life pine,
But now I see you never were my cure,
As beyond my grasp shifts the sands of time.
I stole your sleek soul, was it such a crime?
I’ve always followed that allusive lure;
For in the distance I can hear a calling chyme;
When I catch you, you’ll be everything sublime;
My desire for you is what leaves me sure;
Even if beyond my grasp shifts the sands of time.
Life comes at us without rhythm or rhyme;
It’s time for you to no longer demure;
For in the distance I can hear the single chyme;
Not beyond my grasp shifts the sands of time.
Seep in a deep breath, close your eyes, ponder on the beauty of those words, and assimilate. These poems about life are certainly amazing.
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