Time

A haiku about time

By Sara ThomasPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

Time is a circle.

Ticking forever forward.

Time never forgets.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Sara Thomas

Mixed, optimistic, and depressed MA-based zillennial just out here trying to make you feel things.

We're all a little messed up, and that's okay. Let's be human together<3

UCLA '18 . Art History . Mythology

Book in Progress: Mess of a Human

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Keep reading

More stories from Sara Thomas and writers in Poets and other communities.

Homecoming: An Automatic Poem By My Self-Conscious
What does home mean to me? What does it symbolize? Is it a want of belonging? Or a fear of exclusion? Is it something that morphs over the years, or is it forever a constant etched into our hearts?
By Sara Thomas2 years ago in Poets
Organ Tender
There is a nook between my mattress and the wall. Some nights, I take out my brain and hide it there so I can sleep. Some mornings, I leave it for the dogs to find and fight over, still a better existence than residing in my head.
By Sam Eliza Green3 days ago in Poets
The Power of Love
I was in a Printing house in Hell & saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation. In the first chamber was a Dragon-Man, clearing away the rubbish from a caves mouth; within, a number of Dragons were hollowing the cave, In the second chamber was a Viper folding round the rock & the cave, and others adorning it with gold silver and precious stones. In the third chamber was an Eagle with wings and feathers of air, he caused the inside of the cave to be infinite, around were numbers of Eagle like men, who built palaces in the immense cliffs. In the fourth chamber were Lions of flaming fire raging around & melting the metals into living fluids. In the fifth chamber were Unnam'd forms, which cast the metals into the expanse. There they were reciev'd by Men who occupied the sixth chamber, and took the forms of books & were arranged in libraries.
By SahilSaysabout 22 hours ago in Poets
My Journey with Prostate Cancer
What is the Prostate's Function This writing is of a personal yet important nature. One of the smallest yet important parts of a man's body is called the prostate. On average the prostate (which most of us don't think about often unless problems arise) is about the size of a walnut. However, it can swell up to the size of a tennis ball if it's not functioning properly - this can cause a lot of problems, pain, and illness.
By Rick Henry Christopher3 days ago in Men

Time

A haiku about time

About the Creator

Sara Thomas

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

Comments

Keep reading

Homecoming: An Automatic Poem By My Self-Conscious

Organ Tender

The Power of Love

My Journey with Prostate Cancer