Poems about hours



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№ 1209583

With all these hours free

None of my poetry abounding
My
AA meetings not until next week
The old sounds ring in my ears
I am short breathed imaging
Trying to deal with
By turning Evanescence up as loud
As her beautiful goes
Drown out all the demons
But it still has
All of me
By the balls
And I know it
I don't know what to
Do about it
Drowning
In the trailer park
Under the dark
Canopy
A fish
Out of water
Gulping
Down the new
Abstinence
Killing
Brain cells
One way or
The other


free,  hours.

Author: wordvango
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Date: 06/04/2020


№ 1206014

Light of the small hours

Odysseus


hours,  light,  small.

Author:
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Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1204880

12 hours

And a simple
Complete orbit
Of black hands
Creates such a distinction
Complete significance
Of routine
And ego.


hours.

Author: liz
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Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1202748

Hours.

Here we are again sitting laughing just like we did back then.
You know the pain you caused me.
And I don't regret my sins.
But when I look into your eyes I know we could be happy again.


hours.

Author: Jake
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Date: 31/03/2020


№ 1198695

Lost hours are the best hours

Pass the j, bump a line, smoke a cig;
P a s s t h e t i m e


best,  hours,  lost.

Author: harley rowe
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Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1191908

I hate these small hours alone, sometimes.

Whispers in thick nights,
Smoke curls around her dead eyes,
Rotting memories.


hate,  hours,  small.

Author: JM
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Date: 21/03/2020


№ 1190632

Little Fantasies For the After Hours

I want to be picked up in
One of his cars
Preferably the Chevy truck
With a smile 'cross his mug
Saying how long he's been waiting to see me
Even though it's only been a few hours
I want butterflies to destroy my stomach
And I want him to take my hand
As he drives like it's always been that way
I want to go to his favorite restaurant
And let him order for me
Because he knows what's good and what I like
I want him to look up at me while we're eating
And tell me there's something
Right...
Right...
There and kiss me
Not passionately, just a peck
I want him to take my hand confidently
Then open my side door and kiss me again
I want him to drive aimlessly for miles
Throw the car in "park" randomly
Lean over, tossing his seatbelt to his door
And kiss me over and over and over
Until our lips are entirely beestung
I want him to take me to the movies
And allow me to watch the film
Clasping my hand through its entirety
I want him to walk me out of the theaters
Pick me up and spin me around
Making me feel like a girl
I want him to stop some place sketchy
But with a florist around the corner
I want him to kiss me again
Before he gets out and locks all the doors so I'm safe
I want him to come back with a bouquet
Of red tulips with a note that reads:
"See, I remembered"
I want him to tell me he loves me
I want him to grin while I sob lightly
Then gently kiss my tears away
Tenderly wiping them from the planes of my face
I want you to feel proud and know my love
I want you to drive me home
Holding my hand the whole way there


fantasies,  hours.

Author: Samm Marie Moore
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Date: 20/03/2020

№ 1185094

Our Last Hours...

When the sun is dark
And the hour is late,
Love will be your arc
Not bias, nor hate.
When everyone has gone
And turned is the back of fate,
Love lives on
Not bias, nor hate.
When God is dead
And life isnt straight,
Keep love in your heart, and your head
Not bias, nor hate


hours.

Author: Alex Vice
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Date: 15/03/2020

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