THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ⌛
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Oh, God,
through the hourglass
I saw you, eternal~
not bearded on a throne,
but grains themselves,
falling endlessly
into the lower chamber.
You were the fracture
between then and now,
the quiet hiss of time
escaping its glass prison.
I reached to touch you,
but my fingers met only
the slow, indifferent trickle~
the dust of prophets and kings
ground fine between them.
You are the Shape
the sand forgets
as it pours.
© Sara Etgen-Baker
Inside the Hourglass ⏳
My hourglass sits idle
motionless
two-minute timer
Sometimes I’m
imprisoned
in its structure
with no way out
cascading sand closing in—
Two-minute warning!
(whistle blows)
So far surviving, thriving
thankful that my time
has yet to expire
(preaching to the choir)
~*~*~
© Mark Toney
The Hourglass ⌛
My eyes just see the tip of my toes,
path unknown full of storms.
Every step leaving something behind for the future I seek,
gazing into neverland I can not reach.
Holding hands with some of my ghosts I care about,
the bad ones crawling on my back to stay around.
As what I end up where,
I don't know.
Show me knowledge and I'll go.
I'll leave the present behind gladly,
as if in the future death couldn't get me.
© Millie Bondor
HOURGLASS ⏳
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sand escapes
from the hourglass of our lives—
each grain a ghost
the future thins
to a horizon line, pale
as bone-bleached shells.
time shifts the shoreline—
what was solid becomes sea,
what was sea becomes stone.
I stand ankle-deep
in the receding now,
watching footprints dissolve.
oldest grains glow
clearest: childhood sunsets,
first loves, last goodbyes—
all sharpened by loss,
all softened by the slow grind
of what remains unsaid.
The hourglass whispers:
“Every fall is a rising
in another light.”
© Sara Etgen-Baker
Hourglass ⌛
The sun has become dimmed
with each step
the pathways seem endless
He is dazed
even as his mind is fazed
He loafs
as a floating leaf
romancing the breezy wind
He is immersed in simmering waters
doused with flickering hopes
drums to the echoes of yesterday
dances to the clanging fetters
beckons to the fastened doors
staggers through the mocking maze
He fidgets, longing,
watching for the hourglass.
He fidgets, longing,
watching for the hourglass.
© Olakunle Campbell
Escaping The Hourglass ⌛
YEARS
into months
MONTHS
into weeks
WEEKS
into days
DAYS
into hours
HOURS
into minutes
MINUTES
into seconds
SECONDS
into moments
MOMENTS
— sublime
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
© Kurt Philip Behm
Premium Member Your Hourglass Of Time
Time flows so quickly
grains tumbling in
small measures
shifting sweet
rhythms of
life. Keep
the pace
and flow
since time
is too short-
turn it again
gather blessings
flowing to achieve
your great finish line
© Sandra Haight
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Hourglass
Falling sand,
Seems like a waterfall,
But starts grain by grain.
It starts with you missing your pills,
Confusing the days—
The hourglass starts full.
With ideas and a life well lived,
Slowly it empties out,
Revealing the regrets from within—
The beach is empty.
Barely any sand is found.
Friends say the joy we had with it,
Is enough to replace it now—
But every time I remember,
Memories of her,
I think to myself,
How all those memories seem like a blur—
In her now withered mind,
The hourglass has emptied out,
We’ve run out of time,
Keep holding on,
Hold on tight,
For if you slip,
You might let her die-
Let her rest.
Accept the regrets,
Let her forget.
© Claire Godenir
You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass?
You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass?
Just a pair of eyes that now look only to see,
not to feel, not to remember the echo of yesterday,
without a trace of the past, without the outline of the future, just the suspended moment.
A tongue dried of words, not of silence, but of the absence of anything left to say,
a void where once flowed stories and unknown whispers.
A heart that once raced with thoughts, sometimes too fast, sometimes painfully slow,
now beats in a monotonous rhythm, like a tired clock, not to feel, but to survive,
a mechanism silently fulfilling its routine, without the passion that once defined it.
And the soul? Perhaps it's locked away somewhere, though the key still rests in my hand,
but the cage has become a comfortable refuge, for what was needed
to live beyond it... no longer exists now.
A space where once dreams danced freely, now only shadows fall,
for all that was once alive and vibrant has retreated into the silent depths of being,
leaving behind only a long-forgotten melody that reverberates in the silence of the heart.
© Dan Enache
Hourglass ⌛ ⏳
My hushed song begs for a refrain,
I need a traveling companion.
Could do a trip by myself,
but it isn’t half the fun.
Let’s fill an hourglass!
We could mix our media,
transform ourselves into art.
Let’s grace my ticket scrapbook,
as partners in musical adventures.
© Melani Udaeta
The Empty Hourglass ⌛ ⏳
Embalming
your memory
the funeral
dragged on
Returning
the remnants
that pain
had prolonged
The pallbearers
stationed
each side
of the grave
A grieving
reminder
that time
— had enslaved
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
© Kurt Philip Behm
Hourglass ⏳ Poem
I was fooled
The curvature with the bumps seen well carved,
My innate restraints were blatantly starved.
Her faint silhouette, my lust suddenly craved,
With the entrance to her paradise paved.
She swayed like shadows of an hourglass cast,
My hands, drawn to her fullness, held steadfast.
With nature’s finest art upon her chest,
Sensuous sweats soaked through my thin white vest.
Suddenly, the sky grumbled and turned grey,
Lightning sent sudden glimmers down my way.
I was tricked by the deceit of darkness;
'Twas the rain that showed my mental starkness.
The rain poured down torrents of its own tears,
While my own tears remained unseen by peers.
Who would have believed that darkness fooled me?
Seeking the cure to such cravings, my plea
© Maclawrence Famuyiwa
Hourglass ⏳ of Life 🧬
My eyes nervously cast a side glance
At the big clock on the wall above the table,
Marking the time in my mind,
Anxiously dreading sleepy time for all:
The darkness,
The quietness,
The aloneness.
Only with my thoughts swirling like a giant mess of wires,
Retracing each step,
Erasing and reworking,
Arranging and rearranging,
Talking to myself,
Crying,
Writing,
Reading.
Tick tock, the hourglass of life—
A startling reality,
The sand disappearing faster.
My hands, once young, were spent:
Rocking,
Embracing,
Caressing,
Toiling.
Each day, a new crease is born.
Tick tock, knocking on the door is the dawn,
Welcoming the gentle hand rocking me to sleep,
My body spent, finally relaxes and drifts to Wonderland.
© Lise Clendening
The Hourglass ⏳ Of Time
Guardian Angel, let me rest here on this sandy shore as I gaze at the sea
Allow my weary head to rest upon your shoulder as I grow older,
wrap your wings around my heart, Angel of light !
Let me linger in the air while I sift through this hourglass of time
for without your living presence Angel, I ain't worth a dime.
Let the stars and the moon clothe my soul with living Grace
then when my time is up, come and show me that Holy place,
where all good daughters and sons go, when their days are done.
Let me shine upon this earth like a radiant sun,
and beam my radiant gleam on those who need it most.
Guardian Angel, help me to slow down and smell the flowers
counting all the blessings of this beautiful lifetime.
Everyone dies but not everyone lives, so help me reach my full potential
allowing my beating heart to rest on your protective wings of love.
Before I leave this earth, let me make a difference
and leave behind these aerial, human wings.
© Mystic Rose 🌹 Rose
Woman inside the hourglass
The moment disenchantment filled her eyes,
took time before she shielded her disguise
Love ones and many around her began to shift,
giving her a heart no one could lift
Grieving her emotions out every minute,
left her with a tainted heart in every ending
She was now light as a feather withered to decay
Lest comes another sandstorm that takes her away.
In her dreams laying upon a clock,
Minutes through the door there’s repetitive calls,
And every hour she hears a knock, on the fainting door
Yet to see before her very own eyes,
Birds lifeless scattering among their flock
Each door reveals a disremembering face,
Darkening her evasive step within every pace,
Sand began to fill the inside of her body,
Crumbling to specks from existence
Unhappy and confused was she,
Was too late to finally see,
The bigger the pile became,
Burying her out of life the same way she came,
No longer will things get to her, seeping through the mass,
Resting and kept all stored in a glass.
© Jerry Earl Ballard
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