Aftermath Poems - Poems about Aftermath

The sound of breaking is late. Thunder shatters gray clouds after lightning strikes the damp soil. When pieces of sky pierce flesh, the scream is slow to rise— The sound of breaking follows pain’s echo. The sound of breaking is gentle. Raindrops tiptoe on my eyelids— each sting a secret pressed down. Earth's unbridled tears fall for my...

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Could never predict, In any way, What would unfold, Throughout each day. Walking on eggshells, Living in fear, Stuck in survival, Declining every year. Constantly torn between, Fight or flight, Until it erupted, Changing everything overnight. Now or never, Said the voice, Without a doubt, Knew my choice. Didn't know how, I'd ever cope, But never once, Gave up hope. I battled alone, Jumped through hoops, Could never win, Rotating in loops. Assigned to support, Instead got worse, Weighing me down, Like...

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Like old paint, the discarded heart chips away where it lay in a hollow chest not unlike my own breast. In its prime, untainted by sin and made of sheepskin, its candy apple hue captivated everyone—especially the likes of you. However, who now could admire a color so mottled by misuse and so drastically duller? Verily, no unclouded eye could find merit in such a sorry trinket....

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The after What happens after? When what was loud is now silent Where a place once filled with cameras go unnoticed What once made history is now forgotten Later On TV they'll be a recap The story will go They'll manipulate the situation Bonus if its told by a republican They'll say The police were peaceful, we'll be labelled as criminals I guess it's...

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I called for rain to heal the cracks of dryness in lips and soil. To sprout the seeds I'd sown in hope expectant in dry soil, and with clouds looming gray in skies overhead. But alas it came, too early, too late, or never came at all. For when it rains too little it withers, rains too much it...

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I dink until I’m drunk I drink until I’m drumpt out I dreamt that I was punked But shonly da lonely Shunderstands my schlump Sheepin snuggly next to a dumpster Dreamin it must be your rump But when I awoke To my shutter-bug-eyed surprise It was some awfully smelly bloke Homeless guy!...

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a robin chirping near the window serves up a delicious bit of melancholy on the living room floor an air mattress quietly cajoles my sciatic nerve this place, this home, this abode the result of a thirty year 'bout with the devil at an old card table that might not survive a battered folding chair my unlikely throne ...

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The rubiest shoes, on display, walked yellowest bricks all the way. The emerald glows, but Dorothy knows the rainbow hues melting away. A barrel of laughs in the night. Ho hum after witchiest flight. The bump on her head does find her in bed. The monkeys with wings out of sight. The brains of a scarecrow she sees. The heart of a tinman does freeze. It does...

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Silver bullets have no eyes They care not who is hit American schools where bullets fly Terrorizing the staff and kids The shooter often a kid as well This time he is a 14 year old His father arrested headed to jail How much about his child did he know The photo they splash on the tv Of a blonde haired student teen Surely a...

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Aftermath from this er... attempt to break thru Hadrian's Wall while roam'n across cyberspace of urban sprawl dark shadows spill across the outer limits of the twilight zone whereby edge of night creeps brow of me, a Neanderthal! Yours truly self proclaimed er calculating polymath no win no campy intent to kindle, or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath juiced whiling away the early...

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See Through My Eyes by Tochi-writes. See through my eyes and get me like I do, I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends. Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I, Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping. I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered. The...

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See Through My Eyes by Tochi-writes. See through my eyes and get me like I do, I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends. Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I, Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping. I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered. The...

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Damaging winds whip and slash, whirling wild, drenching rain, Roads decimated come to standstill, as gushing floods reign, Inundating swollen terrains, roiling deluge of a tenebrous day, As trees bowing to gusting storms; erratically waltz and sway. Houses naked with roofs blown, now ache, mangled and worn, Where loss of life, in makeshift shelter, neighbors sadly mourn; Sharing stories of a...

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trailer court is gone indian lake left in shreds more bodies are found...

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broken limbs decay blend into ground from winter magical things grow...

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