Tidal Wave of Time (Post 1 of Today)

I realised that on the 1st of January I didn't actually write a poem, it was an introduction to what I'd been doing for the year.  Recently I thought that on the 1st this year, I would write a conclusion ish ... thing. Mmm details.
But this leaves me 2 poem short of the 365 mark (correct me if I'm wrong)

Though I will have posted on here everyday, I still think I'd like to say I wrote a poem for everyday of the year. Which means I need 2 extra poems. 

So today, mainly because I have time on my hands (and avoiding a philosophy essay) I thought I would post 3 mini ones.
Wahh long introduction, sorry. 

It's coming 

no longer lurking 

no longer stalling 

but running

sprinting

faster 

and faster

faster still 

nearly knocking 

me straight off

my feet.

The future 

weeks passing like days

what if right now

is soon to become a haze? 

I'm trying to enjoy

while I can 

but the future is coming 

time is taking it's stand. 

Rhyming Words Association (RWA)

Most of my poems have been quite a similar style the past few days so thought I would try and do something different. Only flaw in this, I don't know how! I'm not really an expert in different forms of poetry... 

Break
away
take 
(seize)
the day
sunshine
sky
time
clock 
tick tock 
hand
stand 
feet 
street 
grey 
day 
break 
away. 


Pretty much had the idea as I wrote, one word then what reminds me of that word and tried to make it rhyme. If that doesn't make sense just ask in a comment and I'll try and explain it better :')

Paradise of Dreams

Paradise in dreams
simple pleasure
while asleep  


But


Let the best of time
shine 
through life 
please
never let me forget 
to create memories 


In order so the
paradise of dreams 
doesn't become a want
of reality. 

Doing Nothing in the Here and Now.

Hurray for internet access ^.^ so our computer was nearly hacked - scary shit. Anyway I've had this idea for a poem for a couple of days now. Not sure how to write it well (as ever) but I try. Pretty much just trying to say that it's nice when you can do nothing with someone and still enjoy yourself. 

When we have time
to do nothing
we have all the time
we need
to breathe
relax
and appreciate 
not just little things
but everything.


For our eyes open 
to look 
and our ears
to listen
rather than stare
blindly forward
and waiting
for life to begin. 

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This is what happened yesterday -.-

Hence why there was no blog. However, I can assure I did write one, I just wasn't able to post it. 

Note the date of the word document..... Anyways here is yesterday's poem.

Old Man Time

Time drags it feet

shuffling along the pavement

painfully slowly

like an old man

lost in the memories 

of decades gone by

it stops to tie its laces

before continuing 

no hurry to get anywhere 

not today.  

Rhyme

Rhyming is words
a simple trick
something with a little practise
can become pretty slick
like a magician 
all show and no tell
audience just watching
under a spell. 


But what about meaning?
and gaining a feeling?
That's more 
much more
than slight of hand
smoke & a mirror.
What about having
something clearer?


Making someone smile
cry
laugh
frown
Something they've read
being worthy their while.


I make no promises
to make everything rhyme
but I hope what you're reading
is worth your time.

Like a Grain of Sand

It's only the 8th blog and I am already struggling to write a poem so you'll have to forgive me if this is terrible or doesn't make much sense >.< 

Inspiration is easy to get
harder to keep
like holding sand,
it can't help but trickle
right through your fingers,
until nothing is left
apart from the mere grains.


What once was a mighty rock
has been worn away
slowly but surely
in those mere grains.


But rocks don't have to worry about
work
the future
love
friends
or the planet.
They are the planet. 


What wears them away
is simply just water.
And even when they are reduced
a fraction of what they once were
they end up on a beach.

Perhaps we can allow
our worries
our stress
sliding away like sand in an hourglass
to become more peaceful
like the sand lying on the beach.