Clocked Poems - Poems about Clocked

...ephemeral are objects heart desires fleeting is joy and lingering is pain cause of suffering is seeking outcomes ignorance is our sin, desire the chain simply recognising that body-mind is an ......Read the rest...

...Eagerly awaiting until many tomorrows... to become affianced to the grim reaper, who never promised me a rose garden nor crystal clear pool of fragrant delight to accompany last living breath ......Read the rest...

...Harriet Harris née Kuritsky... Despite being a nineteen year old bride she wed Boyce Brandon Harris half a decade her senior, (where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes) during the mont......Read the rest...

...There were six witnesses when the police arrived The detectives took their statements Six ethnicities were mentioned. How many perps? One Two said he had a long face; one said she had a round ......Read the rest...

...Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box No matter I sustained multiple contusions about the face and neck and minor head concussion after the missus tossed an unopened box of five ......Read the rest...

...Nothing seemed peculiar or out of place, Just another day at her workspace. Bright and early at 7 am, she clocked in. It was a Friday, a time for some productive work before the weekend. Sh......Read the rest...

...The dishes can wait, they have waited before, All my work problems, I’ll simply ignore. The email pings call, they too can wait, For I'm on my break, to procrastinate. I’ll slouch in the couch,......Read the rest...

...A cowboy stormed into town He seems to be hell bound To challenge and fight Cuz he was uptight But he came to an end When he challenged an old friend Who was quicker and real fast Who clocked ......Read the rest...

...On life’s journey, there’s no need to hurry, Be confident, strong and fearless when seeking your fill, Be excited, for in truth, there's no need to worry, While enjoying life’s thrills, keep......Read the rest...

...At the Metro Shifting the needle To an intangible void Emerging from the depths Caterpillars running on rails and tracks As too , mouse and rat Critters, mere apparitions , ruin beds an......Read the rest...

...Shadows are searching My footprints nowhere May be I am dreaming The dream of somewhere. Let's count with me till ten The dream of a writer, Imagination of a pen I know quite curious you ......Read the rest...

...Devil Clocked Angel In the midst of fire and brimstone, stands an angel dressed in white, Her beauty beyond compare as a mask hidding her true self, she leaves nothing to chance. With eyes that spar......Read the rest...

...Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no slee......Read the rest...

...Back in the day stares into space Many a moon Never is a one-track mind Forever one moment at a time While it seems like a decade ago Sometimes clocked out yesterday Hours are away opera......Read the rest...

...It's back to the wilds, for the unexplored Panama's island, Pygmy Three-Toed Sloths. Tree huggers, twenty hours daily, course, lots of trees. Four of a kind, their fifth, record as the smallest. ......Read the rest...