4 Poems About Life and Time
Life can be too serious or lack purpose, its joys and fears mark time. In life, the passage of time can be a friend or enemy to you.
Time: Friend or enemy? Frenemy?
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Humble Servant to No One
Time will tell, that’s what people say
Life is a puzzle, a riddle, a game
No solutions at the back of the book
Regardless of how hard you wish to look
Time does not stop, it will always be
You will never see it on bended knee
Humble servant to no one, man nor beast
For our passionate pleas it cares the least
Time, faithless friend or hand to hold?
Days filled with joy or fingers of icy cold
It cannot fast forward or hit rewind
Come tomorrow, who knows what we will find?
Time unveils the truth from the lie
It gives us all moments to weep or fly
The youthful will one day become the old
With seasons the weak triumph to be bold
Time flows into our history, our past
Whilst we proclaim its too slow, too fast
It wisely knows why we have to wait
And why for our dreams we’ll never be too late.
Time answers to no one.
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In the eye of a storm the pain can feel neverending.
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Sweet Relief
I'm torn
My life’s incomplete
Felled, forlorn
I ask for sweet relief
I worry
When can I feel safe?
I am lonely
Where is your embrace?
I question
My tears fall unchecked
I weaken
And envy your strength
I wait
All day, all week long
I wait
Time rolls ever on
I doubt
My heart yearns
I call out
God, it must be my turn
I say it’s time
To suffer no more, please
Use your grace sublime
My pain you must ease
I pray
This will be a better day
This will be a better day
I pray.
If only every problem could be solved within 7 days.
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A Problem in Seven Days
Sunday: Today the troublesome tyrant is born
Monday: Fear dances ever strong with you forlorn
Tuesday: A craving for answers. The need to know
Wednesday: The nervous sapling of hope yearns to grow
Thursday: Is this the end of the tiring night?
Friday: Relief and peace roam in a new bright light
Saturday: The past is history, tomorrow a welcome sight.
Survival against the odds.
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Brutal Words
You did not think about me in your cruel deeds
I still feel effects of love's poisonous seeds
You left me with bloodied bruises on my soul
You hurt me with brutal words, your goal
But I promise I will heal soon, re-energise
My pain will die a little each day, I'll survive
Smiles will reappear, yesterday's tears the cost
I'll stand tall, deny your battery of reposts
The past can't be rewritten, to dust it turned
Today is laden, tomorrow, my lessons learned
With resolve and faith, great power divine
I'll walk on, a happy future can be mine
Despite your best efforts.
© 2022 Joanne Hayle
