#seconds - Hello Poetry

I helped you pack Even when I was crying Opened the door for you With shaking hands Made sure you're home With a final goodbye All because I wanted to show I loved you in every second Even in our final one

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May 12

May 12, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC

LanceRemir

Our Final One

I helped you pack Even when I was crying Opened the door for you With shaking hands Made sure you're home With a final goodbye All because I wanted to show I loved you in every second Even in our final one

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it feels like time is - frozen. maybe like im too slow to count the seconds, the minutes, the hours. maybe im not meant to. it just feels like.. im too fast. like i need to stop. it feels like time is - standing still. maybe like im too slow to count the seconds, the minutes, the hours.

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Dec 1, 2025

Dec 1, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC

mysterie

days move so slowly

it feels like time is - frozen. maybe like im too slow to count the seconds, the minutes, the hours. maybe im not meant to. it just feels like.. im too fast. like i need to stop. it feels like time is - standing still. maybe like im too slow to count the seconds, the minutes, the hours.

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Punctuality is the thief of time, and I don’t want to be wasting yours or mine. You found inspiration within the sky, just like the concept of the magic eye; are they in waves or in a line? So tell me what do you see, is it perfection or impurity? Forever stretching endlessly, until it reaches the point of eternity. Time is a rubber band that I’ve misplaced, amongst the memories that have been erased. Legend has it that might snap back or the universe could just turn to black, for neither have I braced. So tell me what do you see, besides a world beyond you and me. Life of kindness or cruelty? Stretching out to infinity. Bury me alive, in an hour glass with the sand of time; time that will too pass. Turn it upside down and restart the hour, each grain will still fall down, and each one will hold more power. As they count down to midnight, both the glass and the room seems airtight. But I respect the clock more than the watch. At least the clock can face me. To both I’ll still throw a rock, make sure they both become botch, it doesn’t matter time will still chase me. No escaping.

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Oct 20, 2025

Oct 20, 2025 at 2:17 PM UTC

emmackenzie

Endless Haunt

Punctuality is the thief of time, and I don’t want to be wasting yours or mine. You found inspiration within the sky, just like the concept of the magic eye; are they in waves or in a line? So tell me what do you see, is it perfection or impurity? Forever stretching endlessly, until it reaches the point of eternity. Time is a rubber band that I’ve misplaced, amongst the memories that have been erased. Legend has it that might snap back or the universe could just turn to black, for neither have I braced. So tell me what do you see, besides a world beyond you and me. Life of kindness or cruelty? Stretching out to infinity. Bury me alive, in an hour glass with the sand of time; time that will too pass. Turn it upside down and restart the hour, each grain will still fall down, and each one will hold more power. As they count down to midnight, both the glass and the room seems airtight. But I respect the clock more than the watch. At least the clock can face me. To both I’ll still throw a rock, make sure they both become botch, it doesn’t matter time will still chase me. No escaping.

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I like my coffee really hot. Direct from the coffee machine, Freshly brewed and steaming skyward, Nonetheless to the nearby microwave, I digress, For 90 seconds of steam room added bathing of my mourning Coffee, bathing in a Vincent Van Gogh almond blossomed mugging During said 90 seconds, I flutter and putter among the kitchen countertops, hithering and dithering all about, wiping, swiping crumbs of prior day's excessive remaining excesses, carcasses of grains and grams, fruits and vegetables, restocking coffee beans, watering said machine's infernal thirst for double pure ground water, ect. etc. etcetera all of the above takes a little over a minute, whence I return to my still pre-re-intializing heating microwave clock is advising twenty four seconds till my additional brewing will be finite finished… gawd, what the heck am I supposed to do for the next 24 seconds besides rock back-and-forth watching my coffee cup turn Vinny's almond blossoms slightly more yellow? Nah. the internal ding resounds, with a write a poem dummy! and so I did, even if it ain't exactly short and sweet or more pissy than pithy Ha! while dashing off this scripty nitty gritty writy, guess what? my cafe au lay grew cold again, and so the poem repeats itself...grrr... now, me extra very hot & pissy

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Aug 11, 2025

Aug 11, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Pithy#11: what shall I do for the next 24 seconds?

I like my coffee really hot. Direct from the coffee machine, Freshly brewed and steaming skyward, Nonetheless to the nearby microwave, I digress, For 90 seconds of steam room added bathing of my mourning Coffee, bathing in a Vincent Van Gogh almond blossomed mugging During said 90 seconds, I flutter and putter among the kitchen countertops, hithering and dithering all about, wiping, swiping crumbs of prior day's excessive remaining excesses, carcasses of grains and grams, fruits and vegetables, restocking coffee beans, watering said machine's infernal thirst for double pure ground water, ect. etc. etcetera all of the above takes a little over a minute, whence I return to my still pre-re-intializing heating microwave clock is advising twenty four seconds till my additional brewing will be finite finished… gawd, what the heck am I supposed to do for the next 24 seconds besides rock back-and-forth watching my coffee cup turn Vinny's almond blossoms slightly more yellow? Nah. the internal ding resounds, with a write a poem dummy! and so I did, even if it ain't exactly short and sweet or more pissy than pithy Ha! while dashing off this scripty nitty gritty writy, guess what? my cafe au lay grew cold again, and so the poem repeats itself...grrr... now, me extra very hot & pissy

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Your friends readied the kids, In the boys hostel mess. The day happier than ever, I felt proud of myself. Then I took your hand, And guided you inside. You were totally unprepared, But we had trained the kids. The canteen was filled with us, The volunteers and the kids. The onlookers joined the chorus, In the Happy Birthday words. Do you remember what the kids sang? Why won't you, Satyaa, why won't you? You might remember me, oh dear, You were my old flame, and I was for you. I said, "Here you go, dear, This surprise we prepared, Just for you, oh, just for you." And your eyes teemed with tears. You looked at me in gratitude, But I was truthful as I told you, "Your girl friends surprised you, I just brought the cake, dear." "Sakshi suggested this surprise, Your girl friends prepared the kids, Enjoy your birthday, Satyaa, enjoy it," You were speechless, completely in love.

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Oct 27, 2024

Oct 27, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC

Atul

October 28, 2009

Your friends readied the kids, In the boys hostel mess. The day happier than ever, I felt proud of myself. Then I took your hand, And guided you inside. You were totally unprepared, But we had trained the kids. The canteen was filled with us, The volunteers and the kids. The onlookers joined the chorus, In the Happy Birthday words. Do you remember what the kids sang? Why won't you, Satyaa, why won't you? You might remember me, oh dear, You were my old flame, and I was for you. I said, "Here you go, dear, This surprise we prepared, Just for you, oh, just for you." And your eyes teemed with tears. You looked at me in gratitude, But I was truthful as I told you, "Your girl friends surprised you, I just brought the cake, dear." "Sakshi suggested this surprise, Your girl friends prepared the kids, Enjoy your birthday, Satyaa, enjoy it," You were speechless, completely in love.

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seconds are drops of water in a river. everyone starts at the top, and according to many, we can only coast with the waves, following their path until the end, and the river cannot be moved - no matter what happens. but how can the river stay on course when torrential, destructive hurricanes dislodge debris and soil from the ground? when the path is blocked, the river has to pave its own way.

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Apr 6, 2022

Apr 6, 2022 at 10:22 PM UTC

soulmusings

the river.

seconds are drops of water in a river. everyone starts at the top, and according to many, we can only coast with the waves, following their path until the end, and the river cannot be moved - no matter what happens. but how can the river stay on course when torrential, destructive hurricanes dislodge debris and soil from the ground? when the path is blocked, the river has to pave its own way.

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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, a happy is a happy? a second at a second eyes knew something of a golden weapon a minute at a minute a sunrise's glitch before you know it an hour at an hour dinner a feast desert sour a day at a day one sunny one rainy all different says a week at a week Mondays lazy Fridays a smiley cheak a month at a month nothing permanent each a season at once a year at a year every beginning to the ending you near a glance at a glance still dont know the hallways of a billion stance ------ravenfeels

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Sep 22, 2021

Sep 22, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC

raven-feels

Dear 3023

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, a happy is a happy? a second at a second eyes knew something of a golden weapon a minute at a minute a sunrise's glitch before you know it an hour at an hour dinner a feast desert sour a day at a day one sunny one rainy all different says a week at a week Mondays lazy Fridays a smiley cheak a month at a month nothing permanent each a season at once a year at a year every beginning to the ending you near a glance at a glance still dont know the hallways of a billion stance ------ravenfeels

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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

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Jul 14, 2021

Jul 14, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC

3Jme3love3

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

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The seconds, minutes, hours pass by. And yet, after all this time, I can't help but sit back and wonder... "Why?"

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Mar 7, 2021

Mar 7, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC

zackripley

After all this time

The seconds, minutes, hours pass by. And yet, after all this time, I can't help but sit back and wonder... "Why?"

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and the days are getting shorter. Hours into minutes into seconds, squished together like nesting dolls until they are lost to infinity. You don't know the value of sleep yet, so read your dog-eared paperbacks by the muted glow of your flashlight, hidden under your blankets like a prodigal son. Keep your heavy eyes open because the pictures in your books will silently climb out of their pages while you're asleep, escaping through your bedroom window. Your bones are getting longer and your book bag is getting heavier. So spend your precious seconds wisely, because as the years change, those seconds will get shorter.

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Dec 9, 2020

Dec 9, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC

melodramatic-fool

Kid, this is a clock

and the days are getting shorter. Hours into minutes into seconds, squished together like nesting dolls until they are lost to infinity. You don't know the value of sleep yet, so read your dog-eared paperbacks by the muted glow of your flashlight, hidden under your blankets like a prodigal son. Keep your heavy eyes open because the pictures in your books will silently climb out of their pages while you're asleep, escaping through your bedroom window. Your bones are getting longer and your book bag is getting heavier. So spend your precious seconds wisely, because as the years change, those seconds will get shorter.

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Just because the world changes Every day, hour, minute, and second, Doesn't mean you have to. But, then again, Maybe that's exactly why you should.

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Sep 13, 2020

Sep 13, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC

zackripley

To change or not to change

Just because the world changes Every day, hour, minute, and second, Doesn't mean you have to. But, then again, Maybe that's exactly why you should.

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Tears are a signature Our mouths Can’t quite sign For goodbye lingers In the corner of our eyes Stumbling down our cheeks Hands shake for words To create in an embrace That will swallow us whole And for a moment Feel full, overflowing Healing For seconds are fleeting When goodbye has a home Upon your tongue

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Aug 28, 2020

Aug 28, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC

brinemcallister

Signature

Tears are a signature Our mouths Can’t quite sign For goodbye lingers In the corner of our eyes Stumbling down our cheeks Hands shake for words To create in an embrace That will swallow us whole And for a moment Feel full, overflowing Healing For seconds are fleeting When goodbye has a home Upon your tongue

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Minutes, short puffs hours fade away and in the mist I spell your name you are fleeting a ghost waltzing through my hours I grab at seconds small beads slipping between my fingers I become my own hourglass holding on to your shadow and gliding back and forth within nostalgia

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Aug 26, 2020

Aug 26, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC

brinemcallister

Nostalgia

Minutes, short puffs hours fade away and in the mist I spell your name you are fleeting a ghost waltzing through my hours I grab at seconds small beads slipping between my fingers I become my own hourglass holding on to your shadow and gliding back and forth within nostalgia

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Seconds fall, dripping one after the other in an unbroken eternity. Slowly as they accumulate, the past becomes a formidable mass of years, Before which we stand, unintent of heeding the whispers of such a behemoth. Yet in retrospect, we shed tears and laugh greatly at the moments bygone, Reliving memories as if they were happening, only to realize we are trapped— Forever destined to never reconcile with the past. A tragedy, And yet an inevitable truth which limits the resent of all men.

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Jul 6, 2020

Jul 6, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC

3-md

What With Time?

Seconds fall, dripping one after the other in an unbroken eternity. Slowly as they accumulate, the past becomes a formidable mass of years, Before which we stand, unintent of heeding the whispers of such a behemoth. Yet in retrospect, we shed tears and laugh greatly at the moments bygone, Reliving memories as if they were happening, only to realize we are trapped— Forever destined to never reconcile with the past. A tragedy, And yet an inevitable truth which limits the resent of all men.

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I've been watching the clock daydreaming of us holding each other, the sun in our eyes and the bright blue skies, the smell of the grass and the white noise of chatter, the wind sending us cold kisses on our cheeks and whirling your chestnut brown hair, the way your lips curl with your charming smile and the way your eyes sparkle melts my soul, I've craved feeling your skin against mine, your touch that sends me to the highest of places as our fingers interlace gently, your lips pressed to mine as I can feel how much we've missed each other, passionate yet tender and every nerve in my body sends into this rush of longing for you and here, all I want is to stay in your arms a little longer, stare into each other's eyes a little longer, I want us to just stay at this moment for a little longer but for now, you're alive but only in my mind missing you extra hard every single time waiting till I see you again counting down the seconds till I can.

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Jun 20, 2020

Jun 20, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC

jfo

the countdown

I've been watching the clock daydreaming of us holding each other, the sun in our eyes and the bright blue skies, the smell of the grass and the white noise of chatter, the wind sending us cold kisses on our cheeks and whirling your chestnut brown hair, the way your lips curl with your charming smile and the way your eyes sparkle melts my soul, I've craved feeling your skin against mine, your touch that sends me to the highest of places as our fingers interlace gently, your lips pressed to mine as I can feel how much we've missed each other, passionate yet tender and every nerve in my body sends into this rush of longing for you and here, all I want is to stay in your arms a little longer, stare into each other's eyes a little longer, I want us to just stay at this moment for a little longer but for now, you're alive but only in my mind missing you extra hard every single time waiting till I see you again counting down the seconds till I can.

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Social distance is the best, Waving hands and, not shaking You can touch your, lovely heart Keep a distance, of 6 feet Social distance is the best To keep safe your, inner side Dust mask is the, best to use If you need to, touch a thing Gloves are the best, as tactic Social distance is the best If you are with, the hands naked Tissue paper, you should use Give up all type, wandering Social distance is the best If you are in, dire need of Cooking, washing, or cleaning Be determined, with full care Social distance is the best Go to market, for a while On fix hours as decided Your getup should, as guided Mask n glasses, hands in gloves Social distance is the best Come in hurry to, clean yourself Twenty seconds, wash your hands Destroy all things, which you can Social distance is the best If shows these lights, your character It will be a great honour I will salute to, you man I will with you, as a fan ………..

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC

zik

STRIVING FOR SURVIVAL

Social distance is the best, Waving hands and, not shaking You can touch your, lovely heart Keep a distance, of 6 feet Social distance is the best To keep safe your, inner side Dust mask is the, best to use If you need to, touch a thing Gloves are the best, as tactic Social distance is the best If you are with, the hands naked Tissue paper, you should use Give up all type, wandering Social distance is the best If you are in, dire need of Cooking, washing, or cleaning Be determined, with full care Social distance is the best Go to market, for a while On fix hours as decided Your getup should, as guided Mask n glasses, hands in gloves Social distance is the best Come in hurry to, clean yourself Twenty seconds, wash your hands Destroy all things, which you can Social distance is the best If shows these lights, your character It will be a great honour I will salute to, you man I will with you, as a fan ………..

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Time Is relative, Pain is not; How seamless We pass through moments Yet how entrenched In the wallowing Swallowing echo Of a bitter cry in the wilderness

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Apr 12, 2020

Apr 12, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC

haileyrmc

Pendulum

Time Is relative, Pain is not; How seamless We pass through moments Yet how entrenched In the wallowing Swallowing echo Of a bitter cry in the wilderness

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Let me escape. Even if it's just for a few seconds. I need to be away, Just for a few seconds. Give me what I need, Just for a few seconds. Break my mindset, Even If It's Just For A Few Seconds

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Mar 29, 2020

Mar 29, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC

Butterfly

Circle of the mind

Let me escape. Even if it's just for a few seconds. I need to be away, Just for a few seconds. Give me what I need, Just for a few seconds. Break my mindset, Even If It's Just For A Few Seconds

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* For every minute you are angry, you lose 60 seconds of happiness. *

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Feb 22, 2020

Feb 22, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC

masha-yurkevich

Fun Fact

* For every minute you are angry, you lose 60 seconds of happiness. *

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Time is what we want most We all need it But time never waits Time never stops Years Months Weeks Days Hours Minutes Seconds Use them Live Time is now

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Feb 17, 2020

Feb 17, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC

eliseatlife

Time

Time is what we want most We all need it But time never waits Time never stops Years Months Weeks Days Hours Minutes Seconds Use them Live Time is now

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Tick A tear falls Smiles fade Tock Tick Loud beats Rushing feets Tock Tick Once alive Now completely far away Tock

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC

kit-3

Seconds

Tick A tear falls Smiles fade Tock Tick Loud beats Rushing feets Tock Tick Once alive Now completely far away Tock

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Time is an unusual concept Perspective I have yet to understand Current washing us clean of everything Seconds slipping through fingers like grains of sand

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Dec 26, 2019

Dec 26, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Slipping Seconds

Time is an unusual concept Perspective I have yet to understand Current washing us clean of everything Seconds slipping through fingers like grains of sand

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