#aftermath poems on Hello Poetry

Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020

Kinetic energy
Without equilibrium

A fixed star
Collapsing in on itself

There she stares unblinked
At stellar remnants

Sprawled face up
In the dry aqueduct

Holding her breath
He won't return

#star #implosion #assault #date #**** #violence #aftermath #trauma

Ileana Amara May 2020

aftermath of heartbreak

beautiful, fleeting beginnings
collide two restless souls
to strip naked before each other,
****** manifests imperfection,
they were clothed with love
and when the time pass and it wears off,
two naked souls pick up its own clothes,
and unknowingly return to strangers.

IA

#aftermath #heartbreak

Michael Luciano Apr 2020

with certainty I'm certain

Sometime I'd like to see the bottom fall out.
Pull out all the  stops, be left without a doubt. Let it all hangout, just  let it all  hangout. Drenched it all in gasoline light the fuse and watch em scream. That would be a scene, a scene for me with certainty I can dream can't I?

Sometime I'd like to see the aftermath, see what happens after  that, after the fact.
**** em out,  let's see it out, let's **** em out. I can see it now the freedom aloud to be yourself and not a crowd.  Be it now and be it loud, freedoms child with a golden smile. I can dream can't I?

Sometime I'd like to see the children running wild screaming loud and being wild. Plotting how to burn it down. I am certain now I'd turn a smile, being foul like  burning bile. It's curtains, hang em in the streets like curtains. I can see em now  screaming as they go down. I'm certain,  I can dream can't I?

I can dream can't I? I'm certain I can dream can't I?  Let's burn it down. I'm certain now I am dreaming aloud. It's all curtains. I'm certain how it's burning now with a turning scowl. I'm certain now its curtains. I'm certain I can dream can't I?

#bottom #fall #out #aftermath #after #the #fact #children #running #wild

Mitzi Ambrad Apr 2020

Glory to Pain

It does not hurt.
Not anymore.

It's been half a year since that incident.
It's been half a year since my kokoro was scythed.
It's been half a year.
It's been half a year.

I smiled.
Jived.
Laugh.
Socialized.

I did my best to remain composed especially when you were close
'Coz the pain I felt was too real
and I'm still stuck spinning back Time's reel.

Despite my inability to comprehend it,
I did what I can to face it.
The pits were deep and dark and seemed endless.
My days were dull and seemed changeless.

But now that the storm has passed,
I'm trying to face its aftermath.
Contrary to the bilateral friendship agreement,
I'm feeling the pact's 180 degree turn.

O, glory be that pain
Coz of it wisdom I gained.

Penned on 01 November 2016 after losing a friend

#pain #wisdom #time #storm #aftermath

Relebohile Insha-Asanté Apr 2020

Effects Of The Aftermath.

Throughout my life, I have been taught and told about the pain behind the loss and the heartbreak
But never about the pain of wanting to love someone who has been perfectly crafted for you and feeling as if you're unable to feed them the required love they deserve due to the emotional paralysis you are now inflicted with from your inner brokenness and from the world draining and milking whatever feeling or emotion you once had as your heart has now been melted to stone
And that is when you finally come to a realization that you are now left with absolutely nothing due to the oblivion of what it is to love or be loved and if whether or not you are enough.

#heartbreak #emotion #pain #realization #brokenness #oblivion #love #aftermath

Unpolished Ink Mar 2020

Aftermath

Listen to the silence

As the world holds its breath

And waits in hiding

Grass grows in the streets

Parking lots entwine with ivy

Around the rusty carts

And the spaces in-between

Yellow boxes faded by sun through empty windows

No breeze stirs the pavement cracks

Due for mending long ago

Thin cats lick their dusty paws

Stretching out on the hot trunks of cars

Sleeping peacefully

Until the bold rats come out to play in the moonlight

Skipping down the hoardings

Unafraid

And what of the thousands

Their pale and haunted eyes

Looking from behind every curtain

Radios tuned

Listening

As the world holds its breath

And waits for life to begin again

#aftermath #beginning #waiting

Brian Yule Mar 2020

Quilting

Quilting words to pad
This unfathomable ache
Wrap me up hollow

#senryu #aftermath #sympathy