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Poetry About Time

Time is the invisible river we all swim in. It heals wounds, steals youth, and measures out our lives in seconds and centuries. Poets have always wrestled with time - trying to capture it, slow it down, or understand its strange elasticity. These poems explore our relationship with the fourth dimension.

Sometimes time is an enemy, a thief in the night. Other times, it is a friend, a gentle current carrying us to where we need to be. From the urgency of the ticking clock to the timelessness of a perfect memory, these verses mark the passing of our days.

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The Thief

How moments slip through our fingers.

I tried to hold onto today, to grip the sunbeam on the kitchen floor. But the light moved, the shadows lengthened, and Tuesday became Wednesday while I was still blinking.
Time picks our pockets so gently we don't notice we've been robbed until we look in the mirror and see what's missing.

- Julian Cross

Slow Motion

When the clock seems to stop.

Waiting for the news, waiting for the phone to ring. The second hand is trudging through mud. Tick. ........ Tick.
A minute is a desert to cross on foot. An hour is a lifetime held in the lungs. Time is relative, and right now, it is related to a stone.

- Mira Patel

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Memory as a time machine.

I can go back there anytime I want. The smell of rain on asphalt, the song on the radio, the way you laughed at my joke. It is preserved in amber inside my head. Linear time says you are gone. Memory says you are forever right here.

- Ben Foster

From the canon

Classic Voices

To Virgins, to Make Much of Time

by Robert Herrick (1648)

A famous 'carpe diem' poem urging the reader to seize the day before youth fades.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

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Patience

The art of waiting.

Ripening

You cannot rush the fruit. Green must turn to gold in its own rhythm. Impatience tastes sour. Wisdom is knowing that the sweetness comes to those who watch the calendar turn without counting the days.

- Grace Kim

History

The long view of time.

Stone Walls

The stones do not care about your deadline. They have sat here for a thousand years, watching empires rise and fall like leaves. To a rock, your whole life is just a blink.

- David O'Connell

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