Best Aftermath Poems

AFTERMATH
 
War is final but incomplete,
bodies littered like spent ammunition
along the ravaged bloody street.
But who hears the voices of condemnation
on profit-only Wall Street?
In the dirt they make their plans
to strike again at life and limb
but ghostly cries fall on deaf ears.
Who, alive, could be so...

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You walk through the metal detector 
You look at me with a deep seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to take off your shoes belt and jewelry
You’re thinking “I’m no criminal or terrorist so why me”

I am only doing the...

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Like winds incessant through the night 
and torrents dumped from darkened clouds,
the storm raged on without contrite
my anguish hid ‘neath subtle shrouds.

A storm like this I’ve never seen
in my whole lifetime to be sure
when hot converging airs convene;
‘tis more than one should e’er endure.

But now...

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"Then there is no more left but this, that
in our doom the sorrow yet to come shall be no less 
than the love we two have already known" 
(Words of Heloise to Abelard after her pregnancy)

Like moon on nights of skies un-starred
she lived without her...

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our laughter
on the beach. . .
the darkening sky 

One day our boat was demolished in a storm that came up suddenly on what had begun as a sunny July day. My husband had recently recovered from a nervous breakdown. Our boat had been his main...

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You have sacrificed yourself sweet Jesus for our redemption

Yet we celebrated Hare's Day instead of Your holy Resurrection! 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
        17 April 2017

* Although the poem that was chosen as POTD on Easter Sunday is a fine...

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dreamland paved with
moonstones, reflecting
within themselves the dark light of
my nightmares, shelters in
its core the essence of
fear, sweetened only
by some amber-
like glow of the passing of
a summer storm…you see,
lightning isn’t meant
to live forever…and while
i endow the sky with the
ashes left behind by the
touch of your soul...

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Damaging winds whip and slash, whirling wild, drenching rain,
Roads decimated come to standstill, as gushing floods reign,
Inundating swollen terrains, roiling deluge of a tenebrous day,
As trees bowing to gusting storms; erratically waltz and sway.

Houses naked with roofs blown, now ache, mangled and worn,
Where loss of...

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It was the selfish men who tore the country apart,
For they had no love for Lincoln nor people at heart.
A line called Mason Dixon was keeping both sides apart, 
And in 1861, the Civil War battles began to start.

In 1865, a  peace mandate was...

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Written: November 13, 2023
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The exhausted soul's speech is faint.
In response to the voice of dream.
When faith lends its way to conflate
The exhausted soul's speech is faint.
Where the bloom faded with berate
lack...

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There’s a nip in the wind,
so into warmer clothes, I’ll change
the coming storm, they say, is a beast,
but rain won’t start, till after light;
all night, the rain will pour;
I must bring in the cat.

Storms terrorize my cat,
so do rattling windows, in the wind.
Around here, rains...

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The wind dies down
People peek out their windows
To see the damage done
And damage has been done indeed
Branches strewn everywhere
Small fires
Power lines knocked down
Leaves and petals all over the streets
Garbage cans a few houses over from where they reside
Eventually, people start picking up the wreckage
Branches are...

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The wind is now a soughing sigh, 
Smoke is slowly drifting.
Devastation meets the eye. 
Home burned down,
Chimney standing.

Possums gone, fate unknown, 
Snakes are dead, birds have flown. 
Bush destroyed, and trees, devoid 
of green leaves, bare.
While all around, the empty sound 
of nothing living there.

Within...

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I remember now. Something was heavy, a winged
dragon that refused to fly from my chest
My eyes were secret mirrors, or a doomsday judge.
I remember morning as a flighty horse,
or like a new school year,
that first careful sentence written on a page.
 
Time became a sequel. Roads...

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Calm appears following a ferocious storm
As clouds turn marshmallow white again,
In the stillness, nature returns to a norm.

Drifting across patches of deep blue sky
The clouds resume their cottony shapes
As we observe them lazily passing by.

Our souls are soothed by the silence,
Following the loud thunder and...

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