Short Come After Poems
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Unable to relax
Unable to release
Crushing capitalism enveloping me
Feeling tight
If I release will they come after me?
Walking and deliberating
seeing and arguing
smelling and accepting
Believing in those who come before us
knowing that others will come after us
a Miracle of the avenue .
Nourish we sip
Love's ship we sink
You bleed in time
Word grieves small spaces
Come after now
Hand in root
Mind uncover
Recover new
Fortune still
Waking eye
Find not
Sweating sands
But crashing
Crews
Form:
PRAYING
Time comes and goes as the sun falling
Life is so crude and malicious of working
Let's praying and praying
For the best will come after all of the failing
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando February 10, 2017
Don’t stifle laughter.
Many great things such as happiness or relief
come after.
Enjoy a gaffe!
It can even lessen your grief
to laugh.
Guffaw
for some relief.
HA.
Don’t stifle laughter.
It can lessen your grief.
HA!
Culex mosquitoes travel in herds.
Common in Canada, America too.
They feed on mammals, especially birds.
European cousins could come after you.
Causing itching, sucking blood, my word.
Get out of their way if you see a few,
Culex mosquitoes travel in herds.
Years and Years
Death did come after twilight nears;
Saw spreading of several soft tears;
No longer here and missed will be;
He has gone to heaven and eternity,
After living on earth for many years.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
To those, who wasn't loved enough, in fullest measure,
I dedicate my lines to ones being dumped, not treasured.
So many broken hearts are hurt, so plenty,
Always alone and sad, loveless and empty.
But for despair, though, there is no reason,
And Spring will come after heart freezing winter season.
J-ust let eighteenth of March
A-im to meet the Saturday;
Y-our birthday has come, after the night fades away.
B-urning beacon rises
A-bove the new horizon;
Y-awning and sleep both end
O-n the break of dawn.
M-orn has just broken, bringing warmth and light;
O-bliterating the dark to make the skyline bright.
J-ust let first of April
O-pen the day with light;
Y-our birthday has come, after the dark cold night.
E-arly Saturday morning,
S-un has begun to rise;
C-oal clouds don't gather,
L-ight amazes your eyes.
E-vening shadows disappear,
T-urning into a new dawn;
O-nce the twilight ends, sky shows the beacon.
Whistling screaming wind brings evil to my door
The rain, the driving rain washes away hope forevermore
So many years have passed but the payment date is due
So many times I’ve thought that the last face alive I’d see is you
I’m here my guard is down do what you must do
But remember when in hell I’ll come after you
E-arly Friday new dawn
L-ets the daybreak begin;
M-orning March thirty-first
A-llows the dusk to end.
S-hadows have disappeared,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
M-ist and fog fade away,
A-s the haze passes by.
Y-our birthday has come, after the twilight is gone;
A-ll you see is nothing but an early Friday new dawn.
M-ist and haze Friday
A-re both nowhere in sight;
Y-our birthday has come, after the Thursday night.
A-s you tread on the horizon,
Q-uit not despite the raindrop;
U-se the sixth January chance
I-n shining at sunup.
N-ever mind the hardship, heartaches soon will end;
O-pen your eyes and see the beacon beginning to ascend.
Season of fresh fruits and holidays
Up there the sky is clear, peace of mind
Men enjoy its nice,
Mild days, and smooth nights
East or west summer is the green
Really people feel its joyful smell of kind life
Of grown grass and big leaves
Come after the natural smiles of spring
Rivers roar welcoming swimming in summer time.
Finally realizing in the autumn of this life the lessons learned are for the benefit of those who will come after me. Events, like stepping stones laid down with love, tears and blood to create a path of enlightenment in hopes that one will choose to follow.
life lessons learned
bricks laid along heavens path
for those who follow
M-ay second Tuesday
H-as come after the night;
I-t's your day of birth,
E-ndorsing warmth and light.
P-ink lane May second Tuesday
A-ims to amaze your eyes;
L-et the raindrops vanish,
E-vading the wide blue skies.
N-ew dawn has broken,
C-old chill fades away;
I-n the meantime, let's talk
A-bout May second Tuesday.
Stacking Stones
I was here long before you
Stacking the stones
In just the right way
Every one was laid with thought
Always careful not to disrupt the flow
I stacked those stones
But not for me
I was never important
They were meant for you
To give you serenity, peace and hope
That was my wish for you
And all who come after you
Will I be too harsh?
Will I be too cold?
My future is uncertain
Yes very uncertain
Will some plants
Survive my coming?
As in the past
Will some trees shade
Their leaves?
Will I fall in December
Or January
Why not February
Will autumn come after me
Will I come after spring
Or come as usual
In between the two
My future is uncertain.
Sometimes I feel like
A caged animal longing to be free
Knowing if I flee
That he'll come after me.
My thoughts are not mine.
I belong to him
My ways I can't have,
He won't allow them.
One day I'll break free
From this misery
One day I'll be me
And totally free.
Someday I'll be back
To my former self.
Until then, she'll
Sit on a shelf.
Form:
Never be afraid of losing someone
If you have done the best for her
It's not you who lost her
But she's the one who lost you
For when she realize the wrong later
Surely, she will come back to you
If not, she will apologize personally
Make amend and show for reconciliation
For peace always come after the storm
And goodness always wins in the end.
Mighty and strong was he,
Better then the most of thee.
Killer of many a man,
Alas to soon his life turned to sand.
Many morn and weep it is clear to see,
For they know no better warrior will come after thee.
There he lies,
and until the end of time,
He will always lie.
The Great Achilles was the best of the best,
For now he lays completely at rest.
Let become, young sailor,
Let become.
Tempest’s come, tempest’s go
To and from
And here.
Lest you can, young sailor,
Guide the winds,
Fret nor woe over ghosts.
Let them come.
Let Become, old sailor,
Let become.
Help has come, after age,
With your sum
And soul.
Yet you cry, old sailor?
Ride the winds!
Rest your head, turn the page.
Let it come.
Sail on ! Sail on ! Sail on ! Boatman brave,
Calling thee the singing waves,
What if thy boat is little,
Thou hast great courage and skill.
Endless journey, no limitation,
Each wave is thy destination.
Thou art now solitary,
But hearing of thy bravery,
Of this heroic deed,
Out of dirty lanes and streets,
People will come after,
Thou shalt be a commander.
Ash
Ashes that burn over mega death
Come after nuclear explosions thrill
Keep on burning souls until
The Earth cracks open
Spills its blood of red hot lava
That takes us back to where
Before mankind climbed out of trees
Elevating himself above all nature
Evolution takes back again
Before we began to take
Taking everything sacred with us
Down to the grave
You love to see me suffer
from the pain you inflict.
You smile your devilish smile
when you raise your hand
and see me flinch.
When I retreat you just come after.
Hitting me with blows
as I hear your laughter.
When I think you're done
you prove me wrong.
You pull me into your bed
then sing your song.
In and out as I scream in pain.
In and out as I cry in shame.