After Poems - Poems about After

i miss duff’s wings and maroon soda i miss the beach lakes i miss the rain where they sang to Iris. i miss joking with you most of all. no one else laughs when i quote dumb movies or make that face you hated. i mean, loved. let’s call it loved. i didn’t believe joni too floaty. too “poet in a canyon.” but yeah, turns out throwaway...

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Now that time has past do you feel the same Or are you arguing and pushing the blame Are you as attentive as you were when dating Hopefully your love was sincere and isn't fading Wasn't it so easy to shout out the words "I Do" After the vows your partner gets to see the real you What is it...

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She was a field– soft, wide, aching. He was the match, small but hungry. They met not in spring, but in that breathless hush before things grow– where hope is still half-buried beneath frost. She held the rain like a secret. He wore the fire like a promise He never meant to keep. She broke without a sound He burned like it was prayer. and yet– in the blackened soil, something...

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When I set out to write a love poem, I imagine you as voltage in stillness, your breath carving caverns in the dark, each exhale a small earthquake shifting the furniture of my chest. You are no angel— but something sharper, hungrier, real, your pulse a code I’m still learning to read in the hush before dawn. I do not write upon your body— your...

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Let the rain fall through the town From the hills, all around Watch the flowers grow in sync They'll stand tall but don't you blink Then the time of laugh and cheer Which will never disappear Fog stays the most of all Soon after the leaves fall The chilling age in time is here With snowfall always near The year repeats time again But the...

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not anyone had spoken for hours but the hard hallway remembered the sound's echo of ambulance light and how a woman still clutched her locket ...

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Things Missing Somewhere in This House My birth bertificate… A box of needed, new bank checks… Both of our wedding rings… My Waterman fountain pen… After 4 decades, at least 3 doz. of Jim’s odd socks & 2 doz. Of mine… 2 Roku remotes, 1 somewhere upstairs & 1 here downstairs… (Worrying) The hand-written letters I received from...

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I saw him once near Bogan Creek, just as the sun went down. The sky was pink and full of smoke, and the dust rolled off the town. He sat his horse like it was part of him, easy, quiet, sure. Didn’t say much when he passed me by, just nodded. That was pure. His coat had holes, his boots were cracked, his hat...

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Drop got dropped, Formed inside a rain. Thought the way about, And a possible aim. Praying also chanted For getting along pure. Lake to get blended, Making itself secure! Worry is getting fears May for a junk yard! The crushed facing years Weeping along a mirror. Reside presence beneath On upon leaf alone. Deeply taking a breath, Waiting another cyclone. Wind gusting along, Clattered leaved pines! Shook trees among, Making moments divine! Tiny got shined, Got...

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Q Are the two signs of Deception and Delusions compatible? A Yes A All of those rejecting God's Holy word and His free gift of everlasting life are opening a portal into being deceived by the spirit of the anti-Christ. Even prior to him...

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Q Does the tribulation start right after the rapture as this writer previously believed? A No, it doesn't, the rapture takes place, Rev. 4:1 and the first seal is not unsealed until Rev. 6:1. "Come and see." And the first white horseman ...

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After The Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow One need not continue seeking, For that elusive, immortal dream. Our bodies aging, joints creaking, Yet we each have, before unseen... A body that's made of spirit, That breaks forth when this flesh dies! And the grave, we need not fear it; Yes, death will come...

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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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