Time

by Tiller   Jan 26, 2006


Time, changing phases every day,
Giving lives, yet taking them away.

At it's brightest and darkest hours,
When the sun shines, and when the sky showers.

Time, when flowers bloom or when they die,
When there are clouds or none in the sky.

The minute hand turns one, maybe two,
That's the future, the future of you.

Time, the beginning of life and even the end,
The time that you know your whole life will bend.

Time is like a flower or clover,
Once it dies, life is over

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  • 16 years ago

    by Live WeLL

    Woww thats deep.. amazing job.. the ending gave me chillss haha.. keep it up!! =)

  • 16 years ago

    by Gabba Gabba Hey

    Dude, I seriously could be in love with you! You grasp so much...yup! So adding you to favorites...

  • 16 years ago

    by TillyMariex

    Wow. this is only the second poem iv'e read by you but i can tell that im gonna like the rest. <333

  • 16 years ago

    by Rose not your average

    It was a well written poem but i do not agree with it fully the part. it was very creative and catches you of guard its ncie someone wrote a poem about this

  • 17 years ago

    by Tammie

    That is really good. Clever, i think. I love how you use your words and how it all fits together. Keep it up.

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