Afterglow Poems - Poems about Afterglow

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A Shining Afterglow we have rambled together along the Ganges river just you and me gazing at each other we have trodden together the streets of Bombay through narrow tortuous lanes ...

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A family of ducks and ducklings decided to cross noon road, an old man slowed down his slower gait, stood on road to halt traffic, when birds were safe, he went back to his place feeling happy like god He did not see that the thankful hen clucked and nodded at him too. acted in kindness both giver and receiver bathe...

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Sails an evening when breaths lay quietly On obscure places fluid as winds, Where afterglow of joy becomes a hammock lulling frayed veins with lemongrass tea. Sails an...

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Dancing beneath the celestial tapestry, Each tender touch and warm embrace ignites her joy, A radiant warmth lingers like the twilight’s kiss, As love deepens, weaving threads of passion ever tighter. It echoes the canvas of a setting sun, Where the horizon bleeds into a symphony of colors, Yet shadows loom,...

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When the existential magic disappears And life holds nothing more than my terrestrial tears and frivolous fears When feeding my mind is no longer empirical Or essential, as human hunger suffices, when I no longer thirst, and eminence gives no rise, and sullen shibumi canopies worn and torn shade not the arid and hot desert, once the lofty snow summits forthwith...

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T i m e ~ you are the spark that tips the scales of lovestruck heartbeats, ricocheting glyphs of fairness, etched with gold and silver. Yet seasons of smoke...

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Afterglow ...

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bask with me, sweetheart, in the a f t e r g l o w of gloaming sunset. by nightfall, let's smile with the crescent moon, sing with the birds, sigh with the wind, wink at the stars; all snuggled up... in comfort, if you feel so inclined. well, what do you say? ...

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AFTERGLOW The sound when all nuclear particles smash And now that a bomb has been detonated The deafening roar follows a blinding flash Impatient tigger fingers should have waited Deep in the motivation, there’s always cash But now too late to be investigated And soon it will be the end that we all know With an ironic nod in the afterglow ...

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Shouting, over the sounds of rain, feelings more commanding than the season’s pain erasing the hope from hearts, but who’s to blame for the night’s lure in pieces of yesterdays wondering, unclear which prayer to plead will the season tell her story in dark – it feels insane no more moments – winds tell the still night burning with fires more potent...

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The smoky dust screen blows away far into the halcyon horizon, the flotilla of cotton cloud sails in the concave depth of cobalt. Bowed down slender blades of cinnamon grass sway in the crisp air on the lap of meadow that has turned fawn. Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew, the dry trunks of the...

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In the haze of the evening sun Let the wind dry your tears Neptune fork, used wisely on the rough waves Everything we fear and everything we hope for - truce to God At some point...

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Afterglow: The pleasant remembrance of a past experience Afterglow When I think of afterglow, my cheeks, my whole body becomes tinted, as the skies in passionate throes of sunset. What is this makeup we wear, this blush, the maddening red dye of cascading hair? Touch, not in sight, but the hide’n seek of mountains and valleys, limbs and bush. The afterglow of eyes, hidden...

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Double date; in a car’s back seat could he hear my heart wildly beat? Love songs played on the radio. Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow. That long first kiss had been so great I couldn’t wait for our next date. I daydreamed of how things might go. Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow. Once more he held me in his arms. “Son of a Preacher Man” had...

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