After Poems

True Love After Love

My heart shattered 
You gently caress.
Your smile like mischievous 
Fireflies 
Lights up my darkness.

You breath aliveness into me with
Your warmth.
Making me want to love you
For breakfast
For lunch and
For dinner.

I smiled through the window of
My tower
Like a doll on a stall 
But you noticed that I was alive.

I fall in love with the shyness of your

After Hours

And, so, with the dawn
of a new night, we met
for song and dancing. 
Stars are made for wishing...
while suns are dear sources
of life.

The Mourning After

The morning after,

The day I spent the whole night,

Has caused me to mourn.

What My Sister Told Me After Going To Heaven

There are no words to describe, 
the pain you feel inside,
when you are told,
your little sister died.

I got the call while at work,
my sister told me through tears,
her pain coming from a place so guttural,
she screamed it to me "Angie is dead."

Not "Angie has passed away,"
she screamed "Angie is dead!" 
there was something in the

Week after week

Mondays are usually a drag
while Fridays burst with excitement without fail
~ we’re hamsters at the treadmill



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

After the Storm

2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Contest //Sponsored by: Mark Toney
( 3rd Place )

Written: August 23, 2025


The sky broke open, spilling light along empty streets,
and he went under its shelter, carrying the weight of every yesterday
as if each memory could still cleave to his shoulders.

Raindrops lingered on the pathway like strewn mirrors,
catching pieces of moments thought

After We Fell In Love

The world grew softer after we fell in love,
Even the winds spoke gently in the trees.
A silver hush followed the wings of doves,
And twilight seemed a blessing, not of grief.

The stars bent lower, trembling in their fire,
The rivers sang with voices newly sweet.
I felt the earth lift higher in desire,
And every flower leaned toward our

After the Storm: My Dance

After the Storm: My Dance

A Personal Reflection Amid Rain and Wind
Part of my dance-
Of rain, of wind, of storm.
Beneath these battered eaves, 
With my heart still echoing the thunder,
I find joy in the hush-
The gentle peace that only comes
After my world is shaken clean
By rain,
By wind,
By storm.
Each thunderclap lingers in my bones,
The rain's cool fingers

Not before and not After

We might ask

what is that

which is not

before and

not after

well~

we might say

that is those

appearances 

popping up~~

Under awning after the storm

rain beats in puddles
steady as an old clock’s chime
marking storm’s retreat
early lights soften the night
as people forgot sorrow

darkness abandoned
like a lover’s hand let go
lurks in empty rooms
dull chords swell behind closed doors
urging hearts back into light

lone piano chords
wander through silver curtains
slipping down stone streets—
notes weave with the rain’s soft breath
dissolving like whispered mist

Café tables glow
lamps

After Watching The Quiet Man

A movie set in Innisfree, 
so green and beautiful to see - 
the sun burned through the dew and mist,
but it was in my head - did not exist. 
Flaming redhead lass, you will be missed.

A voice from the old-country calls Dave,
and there's nothing left for me to save, 
in L.A, twenty-first century. 
Her voice

what remains after the rot

a rotten tree sprouts green 
looking far more alive than it has ever been
filled with life it shielded itself from before
seeming it's most beautiful 
whilst slowly being eaten alive 

the rot becomes known
and now,
feeling most useless, it is most useful 
to all, to all 

piece by piece 
it's torn apart 
into a home 
by all,

Happily Ever After

Once upon a time long gone …
The reigning queen let out a yawn,
And stood up from her regal throne
To trample down the hall alone

She ripped the crown from out her hair
And flung it out the window there,
It tumbled down the castle wall …
No knight or king did hear it fall

And off the ground it did

After Rain, I'm Left with an August Day

My ears ring as I sit in the loft
and the sun shines through haze.
It rained last night and I know
it will rain again. I’ve already
checked through my emails
embracing my ritual to start the day.
The house cat rubs against my leg
until I allow it onto my lap.
I visited a friend yesterday
and we sat outside
while he talked

Laughter's What They're After

My tail was used to waggin'

While flirtin' in the sun 

But now my ass is draggin'

From all the deeds they've done 

The poachers all are gaffin'

Was hopin' they were dead

But they continued laughin'

While choppin' off my head

Won't need old Gordon Gekko

When my final days are done 

My ears will never echo

All the laughter in the

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