Afterwards Poems - Poems about Afterwards

Afterwards, Mithila Mithila, you may never know, But I can sense- deep, unshakable… Something strange stirs on my horizon. Perhaps, a festive awaits, A celebration of fleeting mortality That rushes in, disrupting my dreams. This life, Mithila, Was never a weaver bird’s nest Weaved it in hardship of life That turned into a fleeting courtyard of sparrows. And now, I drift closer to the edge, To the...

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On a cozy night, at home, house Walking down a lonely road, without an exact location walking towards a specific direction, just for a companion One of those boys in my streets, to play my new PS5 with At late midnight, very dark, risky and lonely Risky? For no one stays late at night in my streets Lonely? For it's...

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I can't tell if I'm spiralling up or down It doesn't take much sometimes I suppose this is called reeling (Loss of balance) No one need ever know, I can hide it I shouldn't stay home Mondays 'Reeling' I can feel the whole word Imagine the spin, wanting to be brought back Then the links to reality - hey everything is fine Except...

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Ice shrouds over the hunched houses where blood and flesh huddle and wait. An ice ravaged face rears up from an invisible earth its fangs blackened by a tooth-aching light, more flesh piercing incisors dagger down from the clamped and sunken roofs. What wreckage there is, is buried hidden from sight, but it is not a clean landscape. Not a landscape at all but a...

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full of potential like a timely three act play the quintessential long ago and far away they would find no brighter day locked close together as if time could not move them not knowing whether they'd handle what was to come their moorings became undone hints of rejection hiding in common place words like introspection repeating that's for the birds little chance for afterwards no use debating their future left on...

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Afterwards. Didn’t we once used to smile and laugh? I can see that we seemed to be happy As I look at an old photograph. But now our mouths Seem almost paralysed Or are tight and grim. I vaguely recall a light in our eyes That seemed to shine from somewhere within. Weren’t there different coloured faces? Now we all seem to have...

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Afterwards And then it came to a end: virus, lockdown, pandemic. The air was fresh once more, purged of infection and sickness. The sun was brighter, refreshed; people went to restaurants, in crowds to pubs and cinemas; theatres opened, life resumed. Football matches, back to work, parties, meeting friends, holidays, Just the way it used to...

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a red butterfly lit upon a marigold ~ late day shadows fell May 7, 2020...

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Afterwards in heaven’s garden Where I find no weed or thorn; Only stoneless soil unhardened, Life is verdant, newness born. Rows of hedges, trees, and flowers Vibrant in their colors fair Beauty floods my eyes for hours Unconstrained by time, I stare. I can find no signs of dying Only life and peace - rebirth No more sounds of grief-fraught crying That I once knew while...

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Sorry , My friend and confident of days old Do not fret Regret is wasted until the cost is met I still hold you in high regard I still remember you covered in your mothers make-up And sitting on the naughty step Until Fame and success took hold of you Before Everybody grew through you Not beside or along with you You lifted while...

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A cyclone and a whirlwind, a twister of a typhoon; capricious, turbulent, winds mighty and destructive. After a calming cool ensuing gentle...

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Buzz blind Meek mind Still squeeze Brisk breeze Notes niche Ride rich Brown bits Worn wit Tell tale Prick pale Nude nice Smooth spice Juice joy Taste toys Play proud Leap loud End etch Sound sketch Good game Boom blame Prize pain Grand gain Leon Enriquez 19 June 2018 Hamlet Place, ACT...

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The mind always knows the reasons and whys you are no longer here, The heart counters, but I feel a longing and void, because you are not near, The spirit, which produces the laughter, silliness, and smiles, now needs some time to recover, from the absence of one so dear....

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Be Being Becoming Light Sight Seeing Touch Senses Knowing Hint Tint Minting Heart Soul self Thinking Awake Aware Enlighten Bloom Groom Feeling Loiter Linger Laughter Wander Emerge Wonder Forward Afterward Circle Chance Change Cycles Guilt Shame Regret Life Love Eternal Fun Wit Playground Here now Afterwards All things pass Leon Enriquez 18 September 2014 Singapore...

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about afterwards the anguish following her words...

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