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Step into the world of timekeeping with our collection of clock poems. From the ticking of a grandfather clock to the digital display of a modern watch, these poems explore the wonders of time and the role that clocks play in our lives. Whether you’re looking for a short and sweet poem or a longer, more contemplative piece, you’ll find it here. So sit back, relax, and let these clock poems transport you to a world where time is both fleeting and eternal.
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Timekeeper’s Melody:
The clock ticks in the silent room,
Each second’s passing, a quiet bloom.
Gears that turn with measured grace,
Marking moments in their place.
Hands move steadily, round and round,
In each tick, a silent sound.
Timekeeper of our daily lives,
In its face, eternity thrives.
Past and future in its sweep,
Secrets that the hours keep.
Memories in each chime’s call,
Time, the great equalizer of all.
Silent Witness:
The clock on the mantle, quiet and still,
Ticks away hours with a silent will.
In its face, a history lies,
Of days gone by and endless skies.
It marks the moments, every beat,
As time flows on, discreet.
With every swing of pendulum’s arc,
It lights the dark, it sparks.
A faithful friend through night and day,
In its hands, we find our way.
Minutes, hours, days in line,
A witness to our passage, fine.
Eternal Dance:
The clock dances in the moonlight’s gleam,
A timeless waltz, a steady stream.
Hours turn and moments pass,
In the mirrored, shining glass.
With every chime, a story told,
Of the present, new and old.
A constant in a world of change,
Through time’s vast and endless range.
In its rhythm, life is found,
A gentle, soothing sound.
Seconds blend to minutes bright,
Hours fade into the night.
Tick-Tock Trouble:
The clock struck twelve and then it stopped,
Causing everyone to feel quite mopped.
They checked their watches, phones, and more,
But the clock just wouldn’t restore.
They laughed and said, “We’ll wait and see,
When this clock will wake from its spree!”
Chiming Chaos:
The clock chimed loud at half past eight,
But rang twelve times, oh what a state!
The kids all laughed and said, “Oh dear,
This clock has lost its time this year!”
The clock just ticked and tocked away,
Making each hour a funny display.
Ticking Moments:
In the gears where time does spin,
Clocks, life’s within.
A touch so precise, a heart so pure,
Clocks, life’s allure.
From seconds to hours, a journey grand,
Clocks, life’s hand.
A symbol of rhythm, a sign of grace,
Clocks, life’s embrace.
In their presence, order found,
Clocks, all around.
Ticking moments, pure and bright,
Clocks, in the light.
In their hands, futures blend,
Clocks, no end.
With each tick, life’s march proceeds,
Clocks, nature’s deeds.
