Time
The clock ticks away the seconds pass by
I am still here nothing
The clock ticks away the minutes pass by
I am still here nothing has changed
The clock ticks away the hours go by
Move do something change
The clock ticks away as the days go by
Change hurry do something now
The weeks go by
I think I am content with nothing
The months go by
My age changes panic comes
The years go by
I did nothing
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Take me back to those days | 1 | 07/28/2009 |
| My Reflection | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
| MIMIC | 0 | 07/11/2009 |
| you don't love like you used to | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| On This Night | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Lost Love? | 0 | 04/25/2009 |
| Reflection | 1 | 04/06/2009 |
| Take me back to those days | 0 | 03/05/2009 |
| When I Sleep | 0 | 02/21/2009 |
| Guinevere's Dilemma | 1 | 02/20/2009 |
| sleepless nights of a poet | 2 | 02/13/2009 |
| Wanting | 2 | 02/13/2009 |
| This Life | 0 | 02/13/2009 |
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