My Clock No More Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

The rhyme is fantastic and the poem as well! ! 10s...

I wonder what is beyond death...when the clock ticks no more...

very good i enjoyed it very much..................+10

thanks for the invitation to read your poems. time is gold as the cliche goes but does it not imprison us as well that we tend to do things hurriedly at times (pun unintended) thinking that time is consumed better if we do things in a fast paced manner? i love the absence of the clock. it does not tell me what to do but that does not mean i am less an organize person. thanks and hope that i may be able to impart omething about me to you through the poems i write. God bless!

We all sometimes experience this 'silence' in the passage of time. But it's fate...into every life some rain would pour I think. This is good. Ienjoyed it. Thanks for sharing

A F R O Z E N F E E L I N G! ! :)

An interesting write on when ones clock ticks no more... thanks Obinna...regards Alf

'No suffering to bore Me with torment to endure, Feeling once had I need not implore.' i'm sure u're talking abt death, cos that's the only time when one is free from earth's sufferings and torments. nicely written

You speak of Time with unique abandon, but that makes for a very excellent poem. Who were we before? Who will we be after? The night will not tell, and it is for us to be curious, but never ask that question...but I did.xxxxElys

Excellent imagery and use of rhyme. I gave it a ten.