Top 100 Poems About: TIME


In this page, poems on / about “time” are listed.
  • 1.
    Time Xxi

    And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"

    And he answered: read more »

    Khalil Gibran
  • 2.
    Meeting And Passing

    As I went down the hill along the wall
    There was a gate I had leaned at for the view
    And had just turned from when I first saw you
    As you came up the hill. We met. But all read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 3.
    On Time

    Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
    Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
    Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace;
    And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, read more »

    John Milton
  • 4.
    In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz

    The light of evening, Lissadell,
    Great windows open to the south,
    Two girls in silk kimonos, both
    Beautiful, one a gazelle. read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 5.
    On The Flight Of Time

    Horace: Book I, Ode 2

    "Tu ne quæsieris, scire nefas, quem, mihi, quem tibi" read more »

    Franklin P. Adams
  • 6.
    Life Is Fine

    I went down to the river,
    I set down on the bank.
    I tried to think but couldn't,
    So I jumped in and sank. read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 7.
    Epitaph

    I lived in those times. For a thousand years
    I have been dead. Not fallen, but hunted;
    When all human decency was imprisoned,
    I was free amongst the masked slaves. read more »

    Robert Desnos
  • 8.
    Any Other Time

    ALL of us play our very best game—
    Any other time.
    Golf or billiards, it’s all the same—
    Any other time. read more »

    Banjo Paterson
  • 9.
    To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time

    Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
    Old Time is still a-flying;
    And this same flower that smiles to-day,
    To-morrow will be dying. read more »

    Robert Herrick
  • 10.
    At Husking Time

    At husking time the tassel fades
    To brown above the yellow blades,
    Whose rustling sheath enswathes the corn
    That bursts its chrysalis in scorn read more »

    Emily Pauline Johnson
  • 11.
    I Had No Time To Hate, Because

    I had no time to hate, because
    The grave would hinder me,
    And life was not so ample I
    Could finish enmity. read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 12.
    Time Of Roses

    It was not in the Winter
    Our loving lot was cast;
    It was the time of roses—
    We pluck'd them as we pass'd! read more »

    Thomas Hood
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