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Afterward Poems - Poems about Afterward


Premium Member Afterward
See Dick run, in the golden latterly years, When past is gone, the future premieres. Jane is a librarian, in the floral ruby days, Sally is a teacher, in the tangerine phase. Puff pursues orange butterflies in heaven, And he and Spot frolic, in sunshine lemon. Mother and Father reside in assisted living, Where the blue jay to the moon is singing....

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Categories: afterward, books, childhood, growth, life,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Before Our Lives Were Here
The language of our elders whispers soft upon our skin. We see it in the landscape of our lives. Trees dance to it. They pull the soul of life from out the earth. We will say the flowers grow. We will say the winds blow. But the truest words of our language are the ones that we forget to...

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Categories: afterward, celebration, dance, humanity, inspiration,
Form: Free verse



Afterward
Seen from the bruised sheets the two open mouths of her shoes (one face down and drunk the other lopsidedly agape) speak to him in groans and murmurs. Her face smudges the glass in the bathroom mirror; she is squeezed into a jar of light. Headlights strafe the curtains. Her dress still clings to the oily surface of a hump-backed chair. Her bright red plastic pocketbook under its...

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Categories: afterward, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Afterward
Here it is again that feeling of uncertainty the chaos calling me Creates a storm within Fierce and heavy No god to blame the entire weight of my solitary condition collapses me My doing My burden Her hands were dirty Stained with black ink Eyes wide, deep, brown Her name I do not know Fingers bare No commitments She seemed so beautiful the perfect amount of imperfection I keep this feeling Like any other Inside,...

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Categories: afterward, addiction, anxiety, depression, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Afterward Depression of a Breakup
My hearts been blended again you say 'im sorry' but i cant even begin im not ready to forgive haunted by your face drawn by the memories forced away by your hate we dont communicate you want nothing to do with me when once you said i meant everything i loved everything about you there was nothing i would change when i was with you you were...

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Categories: afterward, art, friendship, music, song-me,
Form: Lyric




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