Aftermath Poems

Aftermath poems bring the best collection of short and long aftermath poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great aftermath rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these aftermath poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on aftermath are here for you.

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After The Storm

After The Storm short poem

Unfettered for a little while, I was catching the sleep visitor. It hurts when the dream ends and a poem starts. An eucalyptus, drinking lots of water, throwing the aroma incensing the air, I pick up the fallen seeds of

Poems containing references to : Aftermath

Not Yet

Not Yet short poem

Tell me not to turn the page… it’s the distress that made me strong, it’s the distance that taught me to long. It’s the lies that taught me to nurture the truth, it’s the exploitation that gave me the courage

Advancing

Advancing short poem

Beckon me through the maze Lighting my footsteps as I tread Quiet my heart to follow with no fear of what’s ahead Still my mind to sense the way Let my trust outlive this day May no harm or hurt

Defining A Girl

Defining A Girl short poem

When I took my first glance at her, I wished I could take a chance at her, I wished we could go for a pretty long walk, And I could do some romance with her. Her eyes,as beautiful as a

Dang, Thy Gossip

Dang,  Thy Gossip short poem

Their gossip is a debauched addiction, Aided by an imagination, so absurd… The borders amid actuality and fiction; Whizzes away, swift as an agile bird! They are uncaring for infliction caused, Or for the aftermath of tears and turmoil… For

Sorry

Sorry prose poem

You were broken down and I was bitter trying to find the answers but I still remained a sinner your pain was my game my mistakes were the chains sticking to your heart tighter than the veins I scream I

Pave Your Own Path

Pave Your Own Path short poem

To be free Is to be me Without a care Do I dare? Would I run? To have fun? Would I flee To find me? No commands No demands No rules Away from fools “Don’t take a risk.” “Tsk, tsk,

We Will Live To Win Another Day

We Will Live To Win Another Day short poem

Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa

I Of Thee Storm

I Of Thee Storm short poem

I live to kill the storm from the inside out, some may choose to walk Through it but I surrender myself to the fact that in order to make the Storm itself vanish, I must become it, in reality I

Life – A Journey Through Skies

Life   A Journey Through Skies short poem

Birth of an Infant is like a glittering star over clear sky The infant mind is as coll and as calm as a night sky The growth of an infant to kid is like sun rising in the sky with

यह रात जो कटती नहीं है

यह रात जो कटती नहीं है kavita

यह रात जो मुझसे आज कटती नहीं है एक आह सी जो मेरे दिल में दबी हुई है मुझे एहसास है कि मुझे आज कोई डर ज़रूर है बेवजह ही नहीं मेरी मुस्कान यूँ थमी हुई सी है, यह रात

Greed And Contentment

Greed And Contentment short poem

Human mind is as wide as ocean Its desires are as deep as sea When the greed sets in the mind It is like a tsunami in ocean The range of desires is as vast as the boundary of ocean

Freedom In Doom And Gloom

Freedom In Doom And Gloom long poem

Freedom an aftermath of martyrdom,a mark of remembrance, A status of solace to be free from heartrending surveillance. But, Jasmine, the fallen pleasure on the road dust Stares at me with a plea to lift her tenderly, To save her

Duality

Duality short poem

Have you tasted the silk in the pit of snakes? Exit was not in my fate. Winter was kissing my toes and spring was blooming down in my estranged poems. You don’t feel like to wake up for ingrained disbelief.

That Ominous Black Morning (manchester Terrorist Attack)

That Ominous Black Morning  (manchester Terrorist Attack) prose poem

An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion in northern England on 22nd May 2017 killing at least 22 people and injuring many there was a massive flash and then a bang and smoke all around hundreds of people

Tender Rage

Tender Rage short poem

After the weep there was blankness, then he started playing with fire for existence, of a rain which refused to shower. It was a fierce night of a hidden drought. A lethal dose of amnesia dissipates the calmness of a

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My Darling Child

My Darling Child short poem

Were you not born Had you not looked at me I would be a “No” person Your little fingers Your smooth hand Your rolling eyes Your funny smile Take me to Heaven And lo…my dear Darling little child You are

The Earthquake

The Earthquake long poem

A sudden tremor with a mighty shake Millions of lives does it take Houses broken and trees shaken Mighty hills all prone to cracken. Peace stolen by cracks so deep A twist it brings in life so steep A crisis

Mirror

Mirror short poem

“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?” Everybody ask me the same and expect me to answer your name. But I’m truthful sorry I ain’t helpful. I show what I see please don’t buzz me.

The Letter

The Letter short poem

Mum, if you this letter read I beg you, let your heart not bleed I did not weather storm of night And blackness now has dimmed my light But give to me your loving smile For I’ll be gone, for

Holiday Thoughts

Holiday Thoughts prose poem

Now we seem too alone in two capitals, but tied with finger tips on a Smartphone. We are still wandering through the memories of one capital, in which we lived before. Today the same sleepy holiday unites us with same

The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

You get on the freeway and floor it all those maplines and dots coming briefly to life like water drops in a hot frying pan you stop when you get hungry you fight through the tired trying to save money

Cerebral Sacrifice

Cerebral Sacrifice short poem

Maggot-like thoughts burrow, creating Casu Marzu from curds. Turning reason into food for doubts, which suckle and multiply. Impurity concealed in greyness of cells, nourished by lack of words, Spawns malicious self-possession, no exorcist could sanctify. Spiralling desperation deepens the

Guiled ‘me’…

Guiled ‘me’... short poem

That is how I injured myself desiring the right thing, extracting the reason from charity. I will now pluck off the rage, the silence, the exotica from the frozen valley. Words will become my foes swimming in your eyes. I

The Artist

The Artist long poem

breathless light of illumination with blank canvas he begins to create a myraids of fixed visions angelic fervor of exploration a brush stroke with colors red, yellow & green at the top of the canvas a yellow stream vast radiant

New Year’s Day

New Years Day short poem

Before the lights go out And the world stops hearing music One last song, Let’s sing the blues away…. Before the day dims out And people stop believing in magic, One last picture, Let’s paint the pain away….. Before the

Unfulfilled

Unfulfilled short poem

So much to say, so few ears, So much to write, so few words, So much to think, so less time, So much to sing, so less rhymes, So much to do, someone else can do not, So much to

An Ode To “once Mine” Love

An Ode To once Mine Love short poem

We meet again , after a long five years I always wished never to see you Never ever, when I bid GoodBye Unfathomable was the depth of hurt You gifted me, when you rejected My unbridled love for you Each

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World short poem

Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought

A Facilitator’s Journey

A Facilitators Journey short poem

Standing at the door of an empty conference room, I love the thought of what might unfold. The surge of energy that is about to pulse, The promise of deep connection that it holds. As we explore together and learn,

Being A Girl, Here..

Being A Girl, Here.. short poem

here, being a girl is like a prey here, being a girl is like a parasite many do’s and dont’s around you always many must and must not also surround never ever they will let you think never ever they

A Broom’s Prayer

A Brooms Prayer prose poem

Often have I swept the floor, the veranda, the yard and all the passages of the house. I do not know whether as dedication or devotion the rough hand of the housewife has, by my daily use, swept our household

The Call

The Call short poem

And I won’t cry, When you will come…. Peacefully I would lie, Waiting for my turn…. Don’t hesitate dear,as there’s so much noise, Just concentrate…., and listen to my voice. Though I know,More precious to you I would be…, Than

I Am But An Autumn Leaf

I Am But An Autumn Leaf short poem

I’m but an Autumn Leaf
, Twirling, swirling with winds I play
 And oft stirred by a squirrel’s feet
, The crowning glory now lost and sway 
All my greens are now russets, yellows,
Rambling, roving in golden meadows
 I sing soft songs

I Trust

I Trust short poem

When the hate began subordinating, where were you? O! My clothes were on fire. When you climbed the lips, words were livid on tongue: beyond the earth and sky, water and air, fire! You stutter? Speak not truth. I don’t

Beginning Begun

Beginning Begun short poem

In a nearby flat a radio whispers, Birdsong begins its chatter in the bushes And giggling lovers tickle the dawn; Rain beats its gentle rhythms on the window, Occasional cars issue hushed rumble escapes And those still awake Wonder about

Fight Till Last

Fight Till Last short poem

Life is a trick with interwoven plot Clever take advantage a lot Apparently truth seems failed All good deeds look derailed Tricky minds proud of all tricks They feel pride in their pricks Vice becomes part of drama Shadows take

Enemy Within

Enemy Within prose poem

Good and evil resides in us all. Both look out our eyes. Both course through our veins. The spectrum of us is a score played out in our hearts and in our minds. Evil and good are in opposition, spread

Fixed Flux

Fixed Flux short poem

Looking beyond the window I always wanted to shut my eyes. No sky could hold my head. I didn’t want to see the innocent smiles vanishing from the moulded faith. The smell of burning leaves wafts through the catacomb of

On the Path Enchanted

On the Path Enchanted short poem

A short poem …on fledgling dreamy Love. An enchanting world of two beings, Where exist blissful feelings An Elysian world of love and care Made for that perfect pair… There disaster wouldn’t dare to knock For love shall eliminate any