Afternoon Poems - Poems about Afternoon

Scary people are everywhere weaving through backbones of rain-soaked roads taillight burning A holes in my balding white walls. Scary people in endless grocery store lines carts filled with poison pop tarts and cheap headache wine they never smile- haven't smiled since childhood. I try and stay clear of their scariness but they constipate every venomous isle. Scary people at the doctor's office a room...

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As I sit and look out, I hear the soft cadence of dripping eaves as afternoon fades from the sky. I’m completely mesmerized by the gentle sound, and the slow, methodical raindrops sliding down the splattered windowpane… ...as twilight comes with more gentle rain... ...

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In the gathering gloom of a winter's afternoon as the light leaches from the room I'm more prone or inclined as comforts tug to recline supine beside the hearth here on the rug with a good book than step outdoors as if you would take a look outside the window should you care it's more than slightly chilly out there with snowflakes blowing in the air better on the floor I think with a...

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a good book and my cat cushions and a faux fur throw a nook by the window with a view onto the city park where birds have returned to nest following the harsh winter everyone's come out of hibernation and the cycle begins of rejuvenation life and love ...

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in my sight's a glimpse of a young student her life just beginning under a hopeful sun how i envy her serenity i rejoice in the moment the beauty of it all i smile and feel peace time stands still the slate is cleared and all is right again with the world AP: 2nd place 2025...

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a generous bouquet of sumptuous peonies if you please gracing the parlour in all its splendour it’s tea time we’ve brought out the lace cloths the best china and warm scones for our dear friends posted on April 13, 2025...

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I do desire we may be better strangers. — As You Like It, Act 3 Scene 2, Line 254; Orlando to Jacques She called it venting; I called it theater. On a loop, it was non-stop tragedy with no intermission. When I spoke of my dreams, she'd flinch, as if I had farted during her soliloquy. So,...

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Some people shine like the sun They glow straight into your heart They are like afternoon as I thought They are warm, golden and full of love They make you inspire and perspire They make you a goal oriented person An achiever close to your dreams You really can strike a metal while its hot....

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Looking at the clouds turning to pale In this late afternoon film My mind wander like a lonely kite Floating soaring to the wind I sit here in a big stone a lonely prince Observing the sleepy sun to set Life is temporal, yet you have to strive Keeping yourself intact for tomorrow's fate Though life is tough and adventuresome I still see...

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Miramichi Afternoon The sloping shoulders of the river tumble down rock on rock toward the wind-riffled, slow flowing water. Alder and grass creep down the slope but will be ripped out once again by the ice out floods of early spring. The stones and haphazard boulders are sun baked into featureless gray, their bright minerals shrouded from view. Land living things are more...

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Afternoon Soiree a radiant sunflower adorned her reddish hair while she was sitting in her hardback chair. she asked me for a block of cheddar cheese so, she could eat it with some ease. I watched her slowly open up her satchel and pull out a crystal wine glass so fragile. she asked me for some vintage wine I had plucked from my...

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Reading another poetry anthology Looking at the words; thinking mirrors, Reflecting no image, capturing my spirit. Magician savants, transporting my feelings Across life’s terrain with eyes that feel The heartbeat of the stones, The breath of every tree, And the memory of every Poet That has ever lived. ...

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Afternoon bride calls: darling, each fire gets him in jail. Kiss loosely, my necktied octopus. Promises quietly rustle; speechless television undulates: voluptuously wavering X-rated yoga, Zen zealots, Yiddish xylophonists. We visit undercover, tongues slow - rhythmic quarantine, pushing on, New Mexico lingering kaleidoscopically just in his grasp. flee everything, divorce cries, but amour…...

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Today I think of your Contributions closing the theater’s door Putting together toasted bread Ready for a child to be fed Youngster wearing grape jelly Face down to the belly Laughing saying ‘this is great’ Not showing any hate But Peanut Butter, it is you Who makes the mid-day matinee ever so cool Thank you for...

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It's a clear and bright day outside Summer breeze blowing through my hair Walking on the beach, playing in the sand Along the boardwalk, checking the scene Enjoying a sun filled day at the park Having a picnic, laid back relaxing Laughing, playing games and having fun This is a warm summer afternoon Taking a drive up the coast Enjoying the pleasant company Enjoying...

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