Afterthought Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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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Afterthought There is a great assurance of the heart, relating all our fates to up above and life’s a voyage plotted on God’s chart occurrences, mixed gently with His love. Decisions made which were not very smart, within His plan have very minor parts. 1/23/17 ...

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After I’d been made to eat dessert, You’d take me into your bedroom, Recall a memory of us and assert, With balloons no despair or gloom. 17/12/2015...

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