#passingtime - Hello Poetry

A lovers diary Yes I am a lover. I have hearts pasted on my wall, along with posters of cars and all. I wake up in the morning to see a balloon heart hanging overhead. And as the days progresses, hearts pop out of my mouth and my breath. My perfume smells of soft delicious rose and people say with my feelings I’m very verbose. I like to talk about my heart and feelings, and stuff every word I say with meaning. On one meaningful occasion I was in the lawn, when a lazing cat gave out a yawn. I turn around right then to see, The queen of love – Penelope. She was the one all lovers wanted to be, Me included. Once I told her “I worship thee!” She stared at me like I was mad, And said slowly, “Beauty is a fad. Come know me, and you will see, that I’m just another glowing bee.” Saying this she walked on away, With me staring broadly, and my eyes in a sway. Ahhh! How she looked at me! with big brown eyes I could only see. How she moved and she swayed in her grace as a cat, And sat in her car like lounging on a mat. What she said, was it true? or was it just her words turning blue? coz my mind was blank when she was talking to me. didn’t seem to hear or tamper a beat. That day and today. it’s been a long time since then. now she is walking towards me again. But this time I don’t quiver or lose my breath, as she walks up close after our eyes met. She smiles at me “you’re a grown-up now” I smirk back remembering how. All those years have changed me. I used to be the love struck teenager, and felt like I was three. Now I was big. black. n bold, With biker gloves and chains made of gold. My eyes saying I know secrets unsaid, And if you say stuff I don’t like, then take care of your head. I no longer talk about my feelings, or fill my words with meaning. people don’t care about what I say, Now all they do is cover their heads and pray. No one asks me what’s that secret behind my eyes, No one knows that I too pray when I hide. But the one secret no one knows, Is that I still have a red heart, that flutters when the winds of love blow, And how it turns warm and gives out a glow. If someone would care to ask, I would talk about my feelings. Say everything out, of how I changed without meaning.

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Jun 27, 2013

Jun 27, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC

kittu

A lovers diary

A lovers diary Yes I am a lover. I have hearts pasted on my wall, along with posters of cars and all. I wake up in the morning to see a balloon heart hanging overhead. And as the days progresses, hearts pop out of my mouth and my breath. My perfume smells of soft delicious rose and people say with my feelings I’m very verbose. I like to talk about my heart and feelings, and stuff every word I say with meaning. On one meaningful occasion I was in the lawn, when a lazing cat gave out a yawn. I turn around right then to see, The queen of love – Penelope. She was the one all lovers wanted to be, Me included. Once I told her “I worship thee!” She stared at me like I was mad, And said slowly, “Beauty is a fad. Come know me, and you will see, that I’m just another glowing bee.” Saying this she walked on away, With me staring broadly, and my eyes in a sway. Ahhh! How she looked at me! with big brown eyes I could only see. How she moved and she swayed in her grace as a cat, And sat in her car like lounging on a mat. What she said, was it true? or was it just her words turning blue? coz my mind was blank when she was talking to me. didn’t seem to hear or tamper a beat. That day and today. it’s been a long time since then. now she is walking towards me again. But this time I don’t quiver or lose my breath, as she walks up close after our eyes met. She smiles at me “you’re a grown-up now” I smirk back remembering how. All those years have changed me. I used to be the love struck teenager, and felt like I was three. Now I was big. black. n bold, With biker gloves and chains made of gold. My eyes saying I know secrets unsaid, And if you say stuff I don’t like, then take care of your head. I no longer talk about my feelings, or fill my words with meaning. people don’t care about what I say, Now all they do is cover their heads and pray. No one asks me what’s that secret behind my eyes, No one knows that I too pray when I hide. But the one secret no one knows, Is that I still have a red heart, that flutters when the winds of love blow, And how it turns warm and gives out a glow. If someone would care to ask, I would talk about my feelings. Say everything out, of how I changed without meaning.

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At night, the music and remote animal sounds -- are our hands of time.

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Nov 20, 2025

Nov 20, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC

Zywa

[ At night, the music ]

At night, the music and remote animal sounds -- are our hands of time.

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Inside the big clock, time is moving, pushed forward -- by two road sweepers.

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Jun 19, 2025

Jun 19, 2025 at 2:55 AM UTC

Zywa

[ Inside the big clock ]

Inside the big clock, time is moving, pushed forward -- by two road sweepers.

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We are entangled in the fabric woven from the warp and weft of Life's fibers. We love the idea of escaping these threads of thought that restrain us; each seeking to find that quantum of solace that allows us to float free. But there is an uncertainty inherent in finding ourselves. Breaking out of our shells to explore new possibilities poses as a forbidden pleasure to attain, and often the exertions required may seem to overwhelm the escape it offers. But... Those random rewards, those instantaneous attractions, those excited states, those resplendent resonances, Form the bonds that keep us human.

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Jan 24, 2020

Jan 24, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC

MichaelMarro1966

Quantum Humanity

We are entangled in the fabric woven from the warp and weft of Life's fibers. We love the idea of escaping these threads of thought that restrain us; each seeking to find that quantum of solace that allows us to float free. But there is an uncertainty inherent in finding ourselves. Breaking out of our shells to explore new possibilities poses as a forbidden pleasure to attain, and often the exertions required may seem to overwhelm the escape it offers. But... Those random rewards, those instantaneous attractions, those excited states, those resplendent resonances, Form the bonds that keep us human.

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chocolate covered fantasies and peanut butter dreams pin me down with rope grab the cold whipped cream paint me like a cake with ribbons of sugar and gold leaf watch me come undone as my wrists feel your teeth decorate me with candied raspberries along my stomach and my sides tease me with your lips let me be your guide

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC

caduceus

Hunger

chocolate covered fantasies and peanut butter dreams pin me down with rope grab the cold whipped cream paint me like a cake with ribbons of sugar and gold leaf watch me come undone as my wrists feel your teeth decorate me with candied raspberries along my stomach and my sides tease me with your lips let me be your guide

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Time has a way of rushing past It has a way of disappearing. With time how it is, we need to take advantage of it. Don't let it fly away Hold onto it as long as you can Love who you can, while you can Do what you want to, not always what you have to Don't let time be a memory Live in it while you can Because soon it'll all be gone.

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Jul 5, 2017

Jul 5, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC

cat-mitchell

Time

Time has a way of rushing past It has a way of disappearing. With time how it is, we need to take advantage of it. Don't let it fly away Hold onto it as long as you can Love who you can, while you can Do what you want to, not always what you have to Don't let time be a memory Live in it while you can Because soon it'll all be gone.

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Inside there lays a sort of guilt. Insuring that the electric company does their job. The only problem is most nights there is never anything worthwhile watching. I often question the receptacle, the thought of changing cable providers. I thought of saving myself, turning the tv off and going to sleep. But where's the fun in that. Watching colors run frantically across the screen. The flick of a button brings a different hue. A different click of the screen lock checking for notifications, plugging my phone back on the charge. By passing all the channels at least twice before finding a show that fills the 30 minute gap. The hard part of favorite shows is that most time they come on when either there's not enough time. Or someone spoils the ending. Either way here I am looking for something to devote my time. And here I am, seeking Some kind of reassurance that you'll return after the infomercials. My new favorite show. You

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Jan 7, 2017

Jan 7, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

My New Favorite Show

Inside there lays a sort of guilt. Insuring that the electric company does their job. The only problem is most nights there is never anything worthwhile watching. I often question the receptacle, the thought of changing cable providers. I thought of saving myself, turning the tv off and going to sleep. But where's the fun in that. Watching colors run frantically across the screen. The flick of a button brings a different hue. A different click of the screen lock checking for notifications, plugging my phone back on the charge. By passing all the channels at least twice before finding a show that fills the 30 minute gap. The hard part of favorite shows is that most time they come on when either there's not enough time. Or someone spoils the ending. Either way here I am looking for something to devote my time. And here I am, seeking Some kind of reassurance that you'll return after the infomercials. My new favorite show. You

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And out of the blue drops an awkward moment The kind of awkward moment where nothing in itself is awkward. Just a moment that passes in complete silence where nothing is actually wasted nor publicized. No focal point, nothing to rebuttal. The kind of moment that is considered awkward, usually right before revealing the same exact thought. The same exact expression. Just a matter of opinion. Expressing the simplistic. How awkward would it be if I were to think of you in a moment where there was nothing else to do. A moment of vulnerability In an affair of stating the obvious, there is no way I'd consider this out of the blue though. Really and truly there isn't anything of importance that can be found here, Except the color blue but then again that should be obvious. Like how unimportant was that really? You could have went the whole day without nothing being said. Just based off the thought alone. I suppose the only thing that makes it somewhat awkward is that I didn't. And really I just used a lot of unnecessarily long but short words to tell you that you were on my mind. I know right, the perfect ******* And to think you were probably doing something important. But since I now have your attention and we're just throwing things up out of the blue. What color ******* Are you wearing? Are they the see through purple ones or the red see through ones

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Dec 6, 2016

Dec 6, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Arkward

And out of the blue drops an awkward moment The kind of awkward moment where nothing in itself is awkward. Just a moment that passes in complete silence where nothing is actually wasted nor publicized. No focal point, nothing to rebuttal. The kind of moment that is considered awkward, usually right before revealing the same exact thought. The same exact expression. Just a matter of opinion. Expressing the simplistic. How awkward would it be if I were to think of you in a moment where there was nothing else to do. A moment of vulnerability In an affair of stating the obvious, there is no way I'd consider this out of the blue though. Really and truly there isn't anything of importance that can be found here, Except the color blue but then again that should be obvious. Like how unimportant was that really? You could have went the whole day without nothing being said. Just based off the thought alone. I suppose the only thing that makes it somewhat awkward is that I didn't. And really I just used a lot of unnecessarily long but short words to tell you that you were on my mind. I know right, the perfect ******* And to think you were probably doing something important. But since I now have your attention and we're just throwing things up out of the blue. What color ******* Are you wearing? Are they the see through purple ones or the red see through ones

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shreds of time sparks of light changing the world fleeting revelations tipping your presumptions indelible strokes imprinted in your bowels impalpable scratches dragging an eternity of memories shreds of time black lines defining the boundary between before and after inclement discharges breaking your heart rambling crackles resounding in a solitary echo unpredictable wrong notes that marked your life

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Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC

stefania-rivoltini

shreds of time

shreds of time sparks of light changing the world fleeting revelations tipping your presumptions indelible strokes imprinted in your bowels impalpable scratches dragging an eternity of memories shreds of time black lines defining the boundary between before and after inclement discharges breaking your heart rambling crackles resounding in a solitary echo unpredictable wrong notes that marked your life

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A Drop. Then it came Pirouetting. It came clattering It came guttering with furore and fight with rhythm and rhyme like many dancing feet. On steel roofs On downy pines and baobabs and old cracked earth Pattering and shimmering drawing dust from dirt women and men from houses enshrining the sky with their trembling hands.

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC

adam-cornleius-tuffey

Rimjhim

A Drop. Then it came Pirouetting. It came clattering It came guttering with furore and fight with rhythm and rhyme like many dancing feet. On steel roofs On downy pines and baobabs and old cracked earth Pattering and shimmering drawing dust from dirt women and men from houses enshrining the sky with their trembling hands.

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