Winners of ❝The Beauty Of Time❞ Contest

By:  feufeu15

There's not a story as old as this one.

People have tried to grasp it since the dawn.

We've all seen it pass, slow down and quicken,

Luring us in a race where we're just pawns.

We can gain, we can lose, but in the end,

We're still running after, while it's flying.

We can't catch the secrets of its extent,

And when some know they're only borrowing,

Some others try to buy it hopelessly.

We kill it, we waste it, we mistreat it,

And like everything bigger than we see,

We go for saving when we're short on it.

What if for once we savored how sublimeIt is?

Maybe it'd change the course of... time.

Time to Be

By: YumeNeverNo7

Is there a person we can trust? Look how deep they've clawed for thirst.

Is there a home that we can build? Can we last 'til the world caves in?

Are there places where we can work, without being slammed by a corporate jerk?

Is this worth all the time we living? Dreadful as we speak, dead and chilling.

Sapped like a snail in mud and salt, toiled 'til our hearts come to sudden halt.

Let's take a new path to solace, we must, we can break out of this fence.

Explore the world beyond this raging hell, go as far as our legs can trail.

Notice the things we rarely see, the seas, the skies, the canopies.

Look, a lively bird sitting on that tree! Look, how far and wide it can look to see!

Can we ever be like that lively bird, fly our way out this cosmic stir?

Can we die for what we have become today? So quick, it can't be undone anyway.

Look how far we have strode. Lost all sense of time & road.

Can we get to where we are heading? is it worth all of life's treading?

For all of what's been and what will be. We only hope for a new beginning.

By: Tuneofhisflute

Shall I compare it with a bird?

As you've just said, time flies.

Ever so softly caressing the bud,

Once blossoming among fireflies.

I haven't noticed, it has been carried away,

How the dry leaves flow past the autumn season;

Looking up; only to find tickles of the clock to sway.

The negligency, am I the reason?

Valuable, precious— you're, my time.

The sands in the seashore still is waiting;

Tranquility of the blue waves may not lime.

Please, don't stop the thirsty soul's quenching.

I shall not compare it with anything.

The beauty of the time is selfishly enthralling.

To Find Meaning

By: simplyruth

A king once said everything lacks meaning,

He has forgotten the awe of timing,

As time permits soul searching wanderings,

Which is the essence of human longing.

As sure as the coming of each new dawn,

Time will eagerly put on a new fawn,

Endlessly twirling till all light is gone,

The sprinklers come on to water the lawn,

And the children slowly begin to yawn.

Humans began calculating each tick,

Marking the end of each day with a pick,

Making one wish to freeze time with a click,

To find the passion that give us a kick,

As we all yearn to leave a mark that sticks.