Afterglow Poems

Afterglow

We are light and noise when we are together,
A world of shared laughter, forgetting the weather.
Your presence is sunlight, a warm, golden glow,
Where the smiles on our faces have nowhere to go.

The jokes and the stories, the carefree embrace,
Leave no room for shadows or sorrow to trace.
For hours, we exist in a bright, vivid hue,
Two lives intersecting, feeling brand new.

But then comes the moment, the quiet goodbye,
A flicker of doubt in the back of my eye.
And as you turn homeward and fade from my sight,
The vibrant world dulls, losing all of its light.

The echo of laughter still rings in the air,
A ghost of the happiness we used to share.
The world grows more silent, the colors grow dim,
Like a lighthouse that flickers and fades at the rim.

The feeling unwinds like a thread wearing thin,
Leaving an absence where you once had been.
The memory is held, a comfort, a pain,
While waiting for the moment to be bright again.

Sheen in the Afterglow

A silver brush stroke
turns rose thorns into blossoms,
fangs into white shells
lion roar hums you befriend~
while shadows follow your feats

mist makes a palace
where puddles and weeds had been
you drink the shimmer~
never asking what lies shrill
behind the painted curtain.

the day peels scene back
the crown, only thorns in sun
shows what's becoming~
smoothing the frown from your brow,
following in afterglow

Retro-reflection and Afterglow

Is knowing what's known
enough, or must you know it
beyond the pretense
to feelings and perception ~
with bright light glow in its shine

Afterglow

Please bring me with your gift of poetry 
     so we can smile together ! 
Trust in the word that will make us 
               fly ensemble  ! 
Join in on the fun and add to this 
                   ditto !
I'll join you with bells on me feet 
                 and no stilettos !
Just a poem filled with after-glow.

afterglow

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 in afterglow

Sutra Afterglow

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 evening allowing surrender
     its hypnotic intoxication
The exchange of matter and being--
A silent play of sutra glances
   heaving along red moonlit air,

as two palms ignite a charmed lure, 
     kama  passion pure:
          

For across the distance sails a glow of evening.

Afterglow

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, seeking to veil this glowing warmth,  
But it endures, shimmering in the gaze of distant stars.

Occasionally, the world acknowledges my toil,  
As a young dreamer, my father’s pride wraps around me like a cloak,  
In the realm of labor, accolades bloom like spring flowers,  
Filling me with a fleeting warmth, as time momentarily halts.

In this fleeting existence, permanence is a myth,  
The sky surrenders its glow to the encroaching night,  
Romance fades into the quiet of slumber,  
And the warmth of achievement dissipates at the boss’s inquiry, “How is your work progressing?”

Afterglow

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 cloaked in thawing toxins
Or the ruby rose that does not scent me, reminiscently                                              
as its thorns prick crimson numbness
Tasteless is the blood from this warrior’s sword
And Lords with rattles of snakes poison less
Horns no longer adorn me, my ashes freed
I’ve heard of a hall of the slain,
where dead heroes reign
When our world gives way to the next
Where golden shields a palatial fortress
Take one more fallen warrioress,
to other realms, plush, pristine, called
Valhalla, an afterglow

Afterglow

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?

AFTERGLOW

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

- Afterglow -

    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 the darkness must yield to the light

    The golden edge of the porcelain plates
    human ignorance - totally worthless
    However, the bliss of ignorance is an illusion
    Hindsight blushing in the afterglow
    illuminated by a light purple hue
    A serene sense of peace

Oh, Afterglow, Sweet Afterglow

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 charms,
like in that old song I loved so.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.

Of course he could not take things far
with me, the teen girl in that car.
Full bliss with him I’d never know.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.

He was a guy with need for more.
I became a girl to ignore.
Kisses had sufficed for me though.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.

The Afterglow

A pal may lend a hand,
A friend may understand,
A brother wakes,
And undertakes,
A miracle unplanned.

A sister helps you through,
A sticky point of view,
She penetrates,
And elevates,
A visionary you.

A Mother's love is sure,
When life is insecure,
Her tender touch,
Is more than such,
The wicked can endure.

A Father lets you fall,
But helps you stand up tall,
He never fails,
The last details,
Forgiveness most of all.

A stirring in your soul,
May proudly win control,
The afterglow,
Confirms you know,
The joy that makes you full.

Afterglow

Ardor abated 
Bodies both
Collapse
Damp

Erotic 
Fulfillment
Gains giddy 
High
Intense
Kiss keepers

Lingering
Melting moves
Nestle Narvana 
Optimal
Passionate
Release

Sated
Touch
Unleashes   
Verve vapor    
Whispers wanting
Xanadu 
Zees

Afterglow

Softly we drown through the gathering whiteness,
we float in splendor on ripples of calm.
Gentleness drawn from the lingering brightness,
shadows anoint us with whispering balms.

Softly, oh so softly, the angels are singing,
the star beams are winging their intricate dance;
and slowly, so slowly, in cadence most holy
the glistening sparkles envelop and entrance.

Softly, so softly they graze us,
rustles of silk in the cushion-blind pall.
Images strange to entrap and amaze us,
shrouds to protect us should ever we fall.

Softly, softly, ever so softly
we drown through the angels that graze us so deep,
and the dance of the stars that entraps us so roughly
propels us with gentleness down into sleep.

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