After Poems - Poems about After

After the concert Now, in the afternoon of my life My thoughts are about love and romance These pesky things are disturbing My tough exterior makes me soft and weepy When no one looked is now in front and Naked I appear; yes, you old fool Words of love and music for the heart Make me cry and loosen the knot...

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I haven’t truly lived until now. I have been locked away for so long In a small room in a place that was never my home. Home is where you feel safe. My freedom without judgment is where I feel most safe, maybe that’s home. That’s how I feel now. Full throttle and no chain...

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After he died, I'm always drinking. After she died, I'm always smoking. Because what use is a life worth living If I cannot numb the grief I am feeling. After he died, I'm always wondering What could've been if everything was improving. After she died, I'm always being A better person for those worth loving. After he died, I was always crying About how...

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Form: Englyn Unodl Union I touched a shadow and called it a flame, It smiled — but was the same. My scars whispered his name. Love left, but I still came. ...

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"After the March" Almost eight years, the flags have flown, A soldier's wife, yet so alone. Eight years of heartache, silent cries, Of wiping tears and telling lies Like "I'm okay," when I was breaking, Like "We’re fine," though barely making. Stress clung tight like second skin, While I held the outside in. Weight I carried on my soul, Filling both the mom and dad...

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Who am I to think by the age of 25 I would have it all together? I thought I would have a happily ever after I thought I would know everything by now but all I know is that you’ll never be what I need you to be for me I know that you’ll put your needs...

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In the ashes of silence spent, cinders glow, tattooing the scene. Even when I look away the after-glow is still there, with scars of burns that won't heal. The after-glow sears into the days ahead with a red-hot branding iron scorching the future with cries of regret, and the aftermath of lies unforgotten, errors unforgiven. I close the door, close my eyes but the smoke knows the...

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lord after the storm i shall get down upon my knees to pray thus with all of my heart i am sure i want to serve and follow the will of God to cleanse thy heart and soul who brings me joy and delivers me a perfect peace after the storm ...

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Once upon a time In the context of a rhyme I asked something of you, If you would say, I do No fanfare and no scene Just cowboy boots and jeans A flower for your hair That evening in my chair A Paris honeymoon Roll out of bed at noon Champs Elysees sweatshirt A floral patterned skirt A walk out on the rue Hand in hand...

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Someone brought tacos to the basement bar— al pastor, slick with pineapple and something red that warned from the foil. I took one because she handed it to me with both hands and said nothing. We ate standing— elbows touching, our breath fogging the same patch of mirror behind the liquor shelf. My tongue lit up mid-bite. Heat that made my eyes water the way they do when I say too much in a...

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The morning after These words seep into my mind Before I leave my bed Or head to the bathroom Rain has ruined this week My plants are drowning The yard is a soggy, mushy swamp April has never been this angry My mood is dour I stare at myself in the mirror I repeat the words I heard upon awakening The morning after My toothbrush falls off...

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After a high point, There’s no place to go But back to the usual Life that you know. Good feelings may linger, A satisfied air Which, if you are lucky, Will help you prepare For the letdown to follow That everyone knows Happens after the high point – That’s just how it goes. ...

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After the wife made a suggestion about what to write about... I decided to title my piece a concatenation of a few different notions incorporating fictional romance alluding to myself and spouse in conjunction with hybridization stemming from vague references to tried and true value tangentially sparring with Cinderella but giving the following free verse poem a slight twist and shout. I take the liberty...

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Here I now sit beside him, in stillness, the night gently wrapped around our quiet forms. No more need for swirling steps, just the hush of stars above us, peaceful in their shimmering vigil— like soft sighs from the heart of the heavens. His hand in mine, no words are spoken, for silence now says everything. The breeze no longer calls us, it only hums softly on, cradling my...

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The door clicks shut— a breath held tight in empty halls. Silence folds around me, a heavy shawl, worn thin by grief. Your chair still holds your shape, a ghostly imprint in quiet wood. The air tastes of absence, a language spoken between heartbeats. I search for your voice in shadows, but silence answers— a slow, patient tide pulling me under, carrying memories like driftwood ashore. In...

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