Afternoon(A) Poems - Poems about Afternoon(A)

Sunday afternoon

sunday afternoon
fresh basket of wildflowers ~
a knock on Nan's door



AP: 2nd place 2025

Ode on Afternoon Thoughts

At the afternoon solitude sphere,
Every sweet-lane empty seem,
The sun on the top with chirruping hear,
Dark in the room out it deem.

The pressure hits passive-pace,
All nervous gain, sense confuse,
The white-pale depressive-face
Look at mirror to know cause.

Head-ache fills in mind's acres,
Alone eyes still on some fills,
Heart seize with harmful-hackers,
Mild-mourn more remain in miles.

The unpair-unfulfil life led down,
Fall

Black Umbrella 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

Afternoon Rain

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...

Wintry World

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

Sunday afternoon

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

On a friday afternoon

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

Tea time

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

Afternoon Tea with a Friend Who Mistook Me for a Vanity Mirror

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,

Afternoon People

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.

Afternoon In Life

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

Miramichi Afternoon

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

Afternoon Soiree

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

saturday afternoon

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.

Afternoon Bride Calls

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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