Afterthought Poems - Poems about Afterthought

Emancipation of The Afterthought

Emancipation From The Afterthought

Fastidious Faustian bargains that never seem to cease
Delirious young drug addicts who never seem to sleep 
Insidious theories of conspiracy
about the recently deceased 
Deciduous canopies of melancholy that fade by finding time for peace 

Berated by the belligerence of a youthful propagandist 
Conflated schools of the illiterate surrounded by a contrabandist 
Sedated

Afterthought

To you I'm just an afterthought
Endearing name that you forgot
A half remembered romance plot
A once frequented sacred spot

To you I'm just an alibi
Some one to cover up the lie,
for when you're with your ride or die
The hush of do not question why

To you I'm just a sideline thing
Someone to keep there in the wing
Who'll nurse

Afterthought

A mere afterthought,
A whisper of a woman,
Cast away once again,
Man after man finding their match,
Once again I am the stand-in,
There only for entertainment,
As soon as they are bored, 
I am removed,
A tumor,
A curse,
A placeholder

A shared memory,
That is our world,
A series of memories between all of us,
Together we watched disasters,
Together we experienced violence,
And together we have

Afterthought

when all the world has had its fill
of bluster, lies and war
I trust the silence I can't hear
will be louder than before.

Emagi Afterthought

William Wordsworth 'AFTERTHOUGHT'


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Brokenhearted Afterthought In An Abandoned Park

the park is abandoned
my heart is abandoned
our fresh start is abandoned
i take an honest picture of myself
i never treated you the best
i never treated myself the best
everyday i failed the test
i admit that i do not deserve her
she found herself a man and left this uneducated boy behind
i am proud of her and i congratulate

The Afterthought

I smile with knowing and anguish. 
I live and remember in the after thought.
All the things I could have done.
Everyone I could have been.
I live in the afterthought. 

And everything from before seems so much sweeter. 
And appreciation runs abound. 
And I cherish things I ignored or accepted as mine. 
But they're not mine anymore.

And

Proverbs Afterthought

Tired
of living the same,
day by day.
Here I stay,
stuck in a hypothetical rut.
Tires spinning,
I want to feel like enough.
Sick
of not forgiving myself.
Wisdom is wealth,
follow her now,
I just have to be taught how.
I'm learning how to follow through,
with chasing something new.
There is so much left to learn,
for a normal life I yearn.

Inside Words

Here is just a little clue,   
Look inside the words I write,
Other words hide in there, too,
When packed in tight, they unite.

Scapegoat is the first one,
I don’t think a goat’s aware,
Escaping from this poem,
That his pelt might need repair.

Afterthought is complex too,
A thought that comes thereafter,
After all the work is through,
Thought-too-late distractor.

Airbag? Are

An Afterthought

January third; almost an afterthought
The post Christmas and New Year sort
My thoughts are with you, in heaven above
At the right hand of the Father, Son and Dove

This world has changed too much
We are connected but out of touch
What would you feel, about how we live?
Pretending, we have no time to give

We are on our gadgets

Privileged Cultures Afterthought

It feels fascinating
that horny voracious passions
dissipate in the presence of ego-centered fear
of pain and suffering
and ego-defeating loss,
disability and predative performance anxieties,
wounds,
death,
short-term through permanent
degenerating energy,
absence of active hope
for future holistic integrity.

In this time of climate degeneration
fear and cultural distancing need,
frustrated leftbrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale monoculturing horniness
looks culturally privileged like,
sounds prejudicially like,
feels and touches sacred EarthMother like,
smells and multiculturally
creole

Afterthought

Afterthought

They sat together chair by chair 
two spinster sisters Mae and Clare
in the bleak silence of a room
emitting sadness and some gloom
a service for their spinster friend
who passed away so quietly
a fitting tribute to the end
she kept her secrets in her heart
to no one would she dare impart

they bought a gravestone to inscribe
a sentence in

After the Storm

O!  Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!
Thy Glare’s as gentle, as is Sun on Snow!
O!  Heart!  Would She have stayed, if I had asked her?

Admittedly, there’s no grimmer disaster,
Than sudden fury rupturing House and Row!
O!  Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!

Amid the clods and falling dust and plaster,
Will we know we

An Afterthought

nameless,
       moving on
a footnote
      of his 
         yesterdays:
now
immune
  to the pain,
a subtext
    of flesh&blood
long lost
in
fading
       memory

Afterthought

Times were when your attention was constant,
you couldn't talk to me more with excitement
in your voice, anticipation dripping
from your tongue, but as time goes on,
what was once lush with life,
has become a barren land.

Forgotten like clothes on a line
when a rainstorm drenches them
soaking wet, limp, lifeless.
Only an umbrella protects me
as I become an afterthought
until needed

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