Aftermath Poems

Aftermath: Part-III

Families searching for their loved ones
After the mud has settled to the ground
And water is flowing at a normal pace
But all that left are the little memories
In forms of clothing, pearls or
In their decayed form as a skeleton

Aftermath: Part-II

They all witnessed the horror with their eyes
While this poet was horrified from what I saw on TV
Families stuck between the flood water, holding each other close
Gets thrown off from the height like a rock falling from waterfall
 
How can that fool sleep at night after watching this?
Just a little message from him into local newspaper
And

Aftermath: Part-I

the town that once sat in the foothills
one night felt the terror of nature
someone was dancing with their lover
while someone was having dinner
and someone was playing with their kids
it all came down like the ruins of an empire
the rocks started to destroy the homes
then the water that followed swept away everything

The sound of breaking

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

Beauty In The Aftermath

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

Well, Loved

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.

The after

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

Aftermath of rain

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

The Aftermath of a Goodtime

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!

Aftermath

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

Aftermath of Oz

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

Aftermath of Active Shooter

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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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

See Through My Eyes

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

See Through My Eyes

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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