#years poems on Hello Poetry

Sharon Talbot Sep 2021

I woke up on your sixtieth birthday
And realized I’ve been with you
For half your life!
Yet to me it seems sometimes
No more than the blink of an eye,
No more surprising than a sigh.
Yet then, I think of the joy
The kindness and love
You have given me as naturally
As you might breathe.
Then the aching passion that began
Long ago, now burnished with time
Still burns like the fire inside a jewel!
And each day seems like a hundred years
In which I hold you even when you aren’t near.
I would wish for another half of all you are,
But then I realize, that would never
Be enough.

To my husband.

#sixty #years #love #kindness #passion #tlongtime #wish #neverenough

Shea Sep 2021

Storm

I wanted you
To love
To care for
To show you
How it felt.
I wanted to feel it with you.
And as I stare at everyone else,
I remember you.
Spent too much time figuring out
What I did wrong,
I forgot to move on.

#love #heartbroken #poem #poet #2021 #years #explore #hello #poetry

Rosemary Porretta Jul 2021

365

There's 365 days out of the year and we multiply,
Multiply 365 by your age and you'll know how many days you've lived, you've survived, the time we spent through good and bad times...as all our memories begin to surface our minds.
365 days makes 8,030 days I've walked this earth,
Don't waste your time, for time is precious,
make every day worth it like it's your last,
because tomorrow comes and it may not
be promised.
Age don't matter, but the actions we take does, so make it count and really do, "make it count"....
365

#365 #years #ages #nostalgia #nostalgic #days #earth #living #relationships #love

Jme Love Jul 2021

TIME

It seems so wasted
Time
Spent sad angry isolated
Minutes
Lost never to be found again
Hours
Gone spent regretting
Days
Empty no memories made
Years
Only wishing we could go back to the first seconds of that day

How much time we spend regretting things we wasted time on

#time #regret #lost #minutes #hours #days #years #seconds

Him May 2021

Joel.

Seconds sire seasons, life by stroll or sprint fades.

In search of higher reasons, none are ignorant of the null totality of yesteryear.

Time is neither favour nor fear; for Oak roots expand their domain, just as vast canopies usurp heaven’s terrain; a babe’s bones are made strong, even more so as toddlers play, yet still shatter, to dust decay, by the passage of Time’s decades.

Live this life, for better or worse; surmount the strife, and derive blessing from curse.

#time #live #curse #years

Nylee May 2021

Life bound

Why bind me to my own words
You are free from all the strings
I am not moving in years
But you've been flying ever since.

#bound #life #free #strings #years #nyee #flying #moving

Raven Feels Apr 2021

To No One But Me

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, things called faded never were:3

losing hope on the the line
a beak of joy once in my lifetime

miracle from the ending
never want to manipulate a bending

the polar of the polar was at that stake
a back to back felt like a heart break

favourite on the eyes
no need for excuses or pathetic lies

goddesses of killers
breathed into a caterpillar

but the butterfly not to live ought to die
on a yellow leaf to rot and cry

a shoulder to hang on not written on that destiny
today of all days the dangerous whispers to bethany

how much of months are upcome to bare the yin
battle of love in a spiced up of a resentment called yang in

melody to fear
connected to the neck right there to the ear

to no one but me

------ravenfeels

#love #hate #memories #dreams #adore #scents #butterfly #melody #before #years

Joshua Reece Wylie Mar 2021

Time

Waiting for no-one it surges on
No pause for thought,
Or batting an eyelid,
Never generous. Almost gone.

The evidence is left upon your face
Though the eyes deny,
Chances not taken,
Regrets mount. We cry.

It doesn't cease but endures
It's reach is long,
Steadfast through the seasons,
Ticking on. Ticking on...

#adaline #time #film #clock #age #seasons #years #life

Diljeev Mar 2021

will there?

A year ceased to the known,
crystal to each other
selves of their own,
clear as day,
but the day's long agone.
Her voice still etched in his ears,
and as it appears,
it sure won't be gone for years.
Years to come, years to go,
will there be another to the known?
each day passes in this question's wake,
another day of talking and giggling
over something his mama baked?
will there be yet another night
skinny dipping down the lake?

#wait #crystal #day #voice #years #known #bake #night #lake