CLOCK POEMS

Sadness

Lo, a pallid fleecy vapour
Far along the East is spread;
Every star has quench'd its taper,
Lately glimmering over head.
.....

George Borrow

A Clock Stopped

287

A Clock stopped-
Not the Mantel's-
.....

Emily Dickinson

African Sun

When I was four years old
My village mates and I
Used to gossip
About the African sun
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Ibrahim Bangura[cleffy]

Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen

An Irrational Affection

Is this he, who's endeavouring to be cute round-the-clock or is it me making him prodigy from dusk till dawn.

I ain't someone who used to extoll somebody unless there's an infatuation but this prejudiced nexus has the vigor to let me down into him and bank me on , this is making me to have an aerial talk suo moto.

.....

Sakshi Singh

What Is Time?

Time !
a running track, that clock's good and bad
minute of temptations and trials
seconds of death and judgment
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Afe Tosin Shola

The Cuckoo-clock

Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,
By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell,
How far off yet a glimpse of morning light,
And if to lure the truant back be well,
.....

William Wordsworth

The Tay Bridge Disaster

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
.....

William Topaz Mcgonagall

Sonnet 012: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
.....

William Shakespeare

The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

THE ARGUMENT

RINTRAH roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
.....

William Blake

The Scholars

"Oh, show me how a rose can shut and be a bud again!"
Nay, watch my Lords of the Admiralty, for they have the work in train.
They have taken the men that were careless lads at Dartmouth in 'Fourteen
And entered them at the landward schools as though no war had been.
.....

Rudyard Kipling

A Dangling Hope

Seconds after seconds
Minutes turns hours
Hours clock months
Months birth years
.....

Ola Olawale

Kid-o-kid

Kid-o-kid

While driving ,holding the stearing
My eyes looking at you sideways
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Meetali Sharma

Morning Express

Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white,
The travellers stand in pools of wintry light,
Offering themselves to morn's long, slanting arrows.
The train's due; porters trundle laden barrows.
.....

Siegfried Sassoon

The Old Huntsman

I've never ceased to curse the day I signed
A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece.
'Twas a bad deal all round; and dear enough
It cost me, what with my daft management,
.....

Siegfried Sassoon

Cold Morning

Through an accidental crack in the curtain
I can see the eight o'clock light change from
charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things

.....

Eamon Grennan

A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's

A clock stopped -- not the mantel's
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.
.....

Emily Dickinson

The Colder The Air

We must admire her perfect aim,
this huntress of the winter air
whose level weapon needs no sight,
if it were not that everywhere
.....

Elizabeth Bishop

Summer

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover's breast;
.....

John Clare

Portrait By A Neighbor

Before she has her floor swept
Or her dishes done,
Any day you'll find her
A-sunning in the sun!
.....

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O-clock Poems)

Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
.....

Nazim Hikmet

Night Golf

I remember the night I discovered,
lying in bed in the dark,
that a few imagined holes of golf
worked much better than a thousand sheep,
.....

Billy Collins

Snow

The three stood listening to a fresh access
Of wind that caught against the house a moment,
Gulped snow, and then blew free again-the Coles
Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep,
.....

Robert Frost

Preludes

I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
.....

T. S. Eliot

I Was Considering How

i was considering how
within night's loose
sack a star's
nibbling in-
.....

E. E. Cummings

Waiting For You

CALL:
Alone in this lofty and deserted place,
Have I patiently and eagerly waited.
Among men each day have I search your face;
.....

Evabeta Benefit

Farmer's Boy

He waits all day beside his little flock
And asks the passing stranger what's o'clock,
But those who often pass his daily tasks
Look at their watch and tell before he asks.
.....

John Clare

Her Dilemma

THE two were silent in a sunless church,
Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones,
And wasted carvings passed antique research;
And nothing broke the clock's dull monotones.
.....

Thomas Hardy

My Last Afternoon With Uncle Devereux Winslow

1922: the stone porch of my Grandfatherâ??s summer house

I
â??I wonâ??t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!â?
.....

Robert Lowell

Clock-o'-clay

In the cowslip pips I lie,
Hidden from the buzzing fly,
While green grass beneath me lies,
Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,
.....

John Clare

Jolly Old St. Nicholas

Jolly old St. Nicholas, Lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell a single soul, What I'm going to say;
Christmas Eve is coming soon; Now, you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me: Tell me if you can.
.....

Anonymous

Michael Oaktree

Under an arch of glorious leaves I passed
Out of the wood and saw the sickle moon
Floating in daylight o'er the pale green sea.

.....

Alfred Noyes

Brown's Descent, Or The Willy-nilly Slide

Brown lived at such a lofty farm
That everyone for miles could see
His lantern when he did his chores
In winter after half-past three.
.....

Robert Frost

The Hunting Of The Snark

Dedication

Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
.....

Lewis Carroll

The Cremona Violin

Part First

Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind
.....

Amy Lowell

The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

Just now the lilac is in bloom,
All before my little room;
And in my flower-beds, I think,
Smile the carnation and the pink;
.....

Rupert Brooke

A June Night

Ten o'clock: the broken moon
Hangs not yet a half hour high,
Yellow as a shield of brass,
In the dewy air of June,
.....

Emma Lazarus

All The Dead Dears

Rigged poker -stiff on her back
With a granite grin
This antique museum-cased lady
Lies, companioned by the gimcrack
.....

Sylvia Plath

The Sundays Of Satin-legs Smith

Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
.....

Gwendolyn Brooks

I Tie My Hat-i Crease My Shawl

443

I tie my Hatâ??I crease my Shawlâ??
Life's little duties doâ??preciselyâ??
.....

Emily Dickinson

The Fudges In England. Letter Vii. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----.

IRREGULAR ODE.

Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers,
While yet, beneath some northern sky,
.....

Thomas Moore

In The Factory

Oh, here in the shop the machines roar so wildly,
That oft, unaware that I am, or have been,
I sink and am lost in the terrible tumult;
And void is my soul… I am but a machine.
.....

Morris Rosenfeld

The Clock Strikes One That Just Struck Two'

1569

The Clock strikes one that just struck two-
Some schism in the Sum-
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Emily Dickinson

The Duel

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
‘T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
.....

Eugene Field

The Cremona Violin: Part 01

Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind
Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before
Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind
.....

Amy Lowell

Onion Days

Mrs. Gabrielle Giovannitti comes along Peoria Street
every morning at nine o'clock
With kindling wood piled on top of her head, her eyes
looking straight ahead to find the way for her old feet.
.....

Carl Sandburg

Acquainted With The Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

.....

Robert Frost

The Two

You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
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W. H. Auden

The Deserted Village

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid,
And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed:
.....

Oliver Goldsmith

All Souls' Night

Epilogue to “A Vision'

Midnight has come, and the great Christ Church Bell
And may a lesser bell sound through the room;
.....

William Butler Yeats