Poet: Miriam Brown
When I have time so many things I'll do
To make life happier and more fair
For those whose lives are crowded now with care;
I'll help to lift them from their low despair,
When I have time.
When I have the time the friend I love so well
Shall know no more these weary toiling days;
I'll lead her feet in pleasant paths always,
And cheer her heart with words of sweetest praise,
When I have time.
When you have time! The friend you hold so dear
May be beyond the reach of all your sweet intent;
May never know that you so kindly meant
To fill her life with sweet content,
When you had time.
Now is the time! Ah, friend, no longer wait
To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer
To those around whose lives are now so dear;
They may not need you in the coming year
Now is the time.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Time is fleeting, such a precious thing
We should never take it for granted
Use it wisely and time will bring
Success where you are planted.
Life is but a brief candle that soon melts away
Do not waste your time procrastinating each day
There is no knowing if tomorrow may be
So live your life and seize all opportunities!
Poet: Unknown
No time for God?
What fools we are to clutter up
Our lives with common things
And leave without heart’s gate
The Lord of Life and life itself,
Our God!
No time for God?
As soon to say no time
to eat, sleep, love or die.
Take time for God
or you shall dwarf your soul,
And when the death angel
Comes knocking at your door
A poor misshapen thing you’ll be
To step into eternity
No time for God?
That day when sickness
Comes or trouble finds you out,
And you cry out to God,
Will He have time for you?
No time for God?
Some day you’ll lay aside
This mortal self and make your way
To worlds unknown
And when you meet Him face to face,
Will He - should He -
Have time for you?
Poet: Sarah Knowles Bolton
Forget the past and live the present hour;
Now is the time to work, the time to fill
The soul with noblest thoughts, the time to will
Heroic deeds, to use whatever dower
Heaven has bestowed, to test our utmost power.
Now is the time to live, and, better still,
To serve our loved ones; over passing ill
To rise triumphant; thus the perfect flower
Of life shall come to fruitage; wealth amass
For grandest giving ere the time be gone.
Be glad to-day--to-morrow may bring tears;
Be brave to-day; the darkest night will pass
And golden days will usher in the dawn;
Who conquers now shall rule the coming years.
More poems that relate to time:
A New Day Poem
Poems About Waiting
Poems About Procrastination
Poems About God's Timing
Poet: Christopher Pearse Cranch
The hours are viewless angels,
That still go gliding by,
And bear each minute's record up
To him who sits on high;
And we who walk among them,
As one by one departs,
See not that they are hovering
Forever round our hearts.
Like summer bees that hover
Around the idle flowers,
They gather every act and thought,
Those viewless angel-hours;
The poison or the nectar
The heart's deep flower cups yield,
A sample still they gather swift,
And leave us in the field.
And some flit by on pinions
Of joyous gold and blue,
And some flag on with drooping wing
Of sorrow's darker hue;
But still they steal the record
And bear it far away;
Their mission-flight, by day and night,
No magic power can stay.
And as we spend each minute
That God to us has given,
The deeds are known before his throne,
The tale is told in heaven.
Those bee-like hours we see not,
Nor hear their noiseless wings;
We often feel--too oft--when flown
That they have left their stings.
So teach me, heavenly Father,
To meet each flying hour,
That as they go they may not show
My heart a poison flower!
So, when death brings its shadows,
The hours that linger last
Shall bear my hopes on angels' wings,
Unfettered by the past.
Poet: Horatius Bonar
Make haste, O man! to live,
For thou so soon must die;
Time hurries past thee like the breeze;
How swift its moments fly.
Make haste, O man! to live.
Make haste, O man! to do
Whatever must be done,
Thou hast no time to lose in sloth,
Thy day will soon be gone.
Make haste, O man! to live.
To breathe, and wake, and sleep,
To smile, to sigh, to grieve,
To move in idleness through earth,
This, this is not to live.
Make haste, O man! to live.
The useful, not the great;
The thing that never dies,
The silent toil that is not lost,
Set these before thine eyes.
Make haste, O man! to live.
Make haste, O man! to live.
Thy time is almost o'er;
Oh! sleep not, dream not, but arise,
The Judge is at the door.
Make haste, O man! to live.
Poet: John Kendrick Bangs
I'm sorry for the feller with a pocket full o' pelf
Whose sole idee o' killin' time is killin' of hisself.
Some on us has so little time I sort o' wish the cuss
Who's killin' it would let it live, and send it on to us.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Never take for granted - time
Who says you will have tomorrow?
Don't put off living today
Otherwise, you may find sorrow.
Never waste it - time
It is precious and goes by fast.
When you're young you
Forever you think it will last.
But, time goes by
In a flash of an eye.
And as we get older
We understand how it flies.
Poet: Henry VanDyke
Time is
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is
Eternity.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Time moves ever so sloooww,
At least I think when I'm feeling blue
Soon it's mid-day and coffee to brew,
And then the day seems to fly by too!
Can't make time go faster no matter what!
No matter what there's nothing I can do,
Other times, the hours have flown like a jet.
As time keeps on trucking through!
Poet: Charles Mackay
Thou shalt not rob me, thievish Time,
Of all my blessings or my joy;
I have some jewels in my heart
Which thou art powerless to destroy.
Thou mayest denude mine arm of strength,
And leave my temples seamed and bare;
Deprive mine eyes of passion's light,
And scatter silver o'er my hair.
But never, while a book remains,
And breathes a woman or a child,
Shalt thou deprive me whilst I live
Of feelings fresh and undefiled.
No, never while the earth is fair,
And Reason keeps its dial bright,
Whate'er thy robberies, O Time,
Shall I be bankrupt of delight.
Whate'er thy victories o'er my frame,
Thou canst not cheat me of this truth:
That, though the limbs may faint and fail,
The spirit can renew its youth.
So, thievish Time, I fear thee not;
Thou'rt powerless on this heart of mine;
My precious jewels are my own,
'Tis but the settings that are thine.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Time passes, as we age along with it,
Through victory and defeat, we learn its secret:
Patience is a tool to use when faced with fate.
In moments of doubt and fear, allowing time to operate.
Though waiting can seem unbearable for some,
Young and old must learn to be still, succumb;
The knowledge of patience cannot be rushed or bartered.
The hardest of lessons take the longest to be nurtured.
Allowing time its due shows wisdom beyond capacity,
And in patience learned here lies life's modesty.
By Walter E. Isenhour
There is a time to work and play,
A time to eat and sleep;
A time to study and to pray,
A time to laugh and week;
A time for fellowship that's sweet,
A time for sacred song;
But never is there time to treat
A human being wrong.
There is a time to lift men up
And help them on life's road;
A time to drain their bitter cup
vAnd share their heave load;
A time to bless them with our grace
And boost them all along;
But never is there time and place
To treat our fellows wrong.
There is a time to help men seek
Our God who saves the soul;
A time to show them that the meek
Shall reach life's highest goal;
A time to help them turn aside
And leave the wicked throng;
But never did our God provide
A time to treat men wrong.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
My birthday’s come around again
Another year I can’t defend
My age has added one more score
This fact is a bit of a bore.
The years just keep flying on by
Leaving behind a hefty sigh
But I'll put on a happy face
And not cry over "time" and its race.
Poems About Time and Age:
Poems on Aging
Funny Birthday Poems
Poetry about Life and Death
Poet: Herrick
Gather ye rosebuds as ye may.
Old Time is still a flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a getting
The sooner will his race be run.
And nearer he's to setting.
The age is best which is the first.
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse and worst
Time still succeed the former.
Then be not coy; but use your time,
And while ye may go many;
For, having lost but once your prime.
You may forever tarry.
Poet: Unknown
If you have a word of praise,
Now's the time!
Should the sky, while flowers are growing,
Stint its gracious dew-bestowing.
Ne'er would come the rainbow glowing
Blossom time.
If you have a kiss to give,
Now's the time!
Lips, like flowers, soon are faded.
Life-blood pallid, checked, and jaded,
If they are not love-o'ershaded,
Kissed in time.
If you have a prayer to pray,
Now's the time!
Not to every hour are given
Upward look and open heaven;
Oh, be strengthened, gladdened, shriven.
While there's time!
Time Quotes
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Time is fleeting, ever speeding
What we know of it here on Earth
Is different than what's known above
Our perspective when viewed from His perch.
God knows all and understands
His timing is perfect and the best
He has plans that stretch beyond our knowledge
And so to Him, we must trust and rest.
When we let go of control
Though confusing, it can be freeing
For God’s timing will lead us home.
We need to have faith and remain believing.
Poet: Unknown
Pluck the rose while blooming;
Now 'tis fresh and bright;
Wait not till to-morrow;
Time is swift in flight.
Do thy deeds of kindness
Ere to-morrow's light;
What may come, we know not;
Time is swift in flight.
Would'st thou make life useful.
Work before 'tis night;
Else thou'lt be regretting.
Time is swift in flight.
