After Hours Poems - Poems about After Hours

...Beneath the canvas of the sky unraveling into melancholic twilight, There stretches a silent expanse that separates us, It swells with each orphaned beat of time, Filling with quicksilver, with mu......Read the rest...

...*When Dawn drifts into enchanted meadows, listen to the choruses of birds’ song. Feel on your skin the wind that softly blows. Hear the crickets too which with birds chirp along. Right befo......Read the rest...

...Completion of science I thought and thought the same things again. I wanted to create a human being and show her as my proof. I created a baby and I created thousands of babies who join life. ......Read the rest...

...To break a man's life down into digits, to numbers, might seem strange to you; distant, or heartless, or just odd. But that was just our way; we'd both been dubbed 'robot' at one time or anot......Read the rest...

...Today I cleaned for hours Getting rid of mostly dust. If I did this more often, I’d feel less worn out, I trust. Yet unlike many others, Who have homes that sparkly shine, No one would ever ......Read the rest...

...I went into the garden on one sunny, lovely day When I was attacked by vegetables in a most aggressive way Every time I turnipped around it seemed that I got beet It kept me on my tomatoes but bar......Read the rest...

...27 April 2024 1:42 PM Are these of words through my minds desert roam An invention of my soul or a product of its home Is my soul so wise and deep That it ponders in my sleep And in the ......Read the rest...

... It’s getting late and I can’t wait to sleep. Insomnia always has hold of me at bedtime. Tonight I feel hopeful of a visit from the sandman! My adult son and his buddies are drinking and playing......Read the rest...

...According to Jung, “The creative urge lives and grows in a person like a tree in the earth from which it draws its nourishment. We would do well, therefore, to think of the creative process as a l......Read the rest...

...Like a pearl falling into the Pacific, he felt lost. His human nature shrank and shattered like an autumn leaf. Blood poured into sweat. Into his core, he was tempest-tossed. Was he weak yet? Did ......Read the rest...

...Winter's subtle brush and Spring's balmy stroke On ragged frost to glossy flowers Will on with the heaven's wheel go— A passing through your new older hours, The sun's condolences, for dark power......Read the rest...

...I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future; And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner. I had learnt to talk with the spirits, a......Read the rest...

...Here come April showers. Here come the last snow flurries. The trees are jolly and rejuvenating, Since the weather is now cool, spring Is here. Yes, the lilies are blooming. Here come the fled......Read the rest...

...THE DAY I DIE I know there's nothing great about someone dying,but I know the day I die will be the greatest night because that's the night I will finally be free from pain. The day I die I......Read the rest...

...Through the many days Up and down marking each their hours So do minds sail their curious course. With each weighed anchor leaving swirling trails Showing the world what the bottom had, then to......Read the rest...