#afternoon poems on Hello Poetry

Brent Kincaid Sep 2016

We arrive at the place
Water running off our faces;
Looking like disgraces
Glibly explaining
That it is still raining.

Just a smattering patter.
Not that it matters.
We'll just sit and chatter
Like social Mad Hatters
At a move-down afternoon tea.

We're all hooked on surreality.
The ladies-who-lunch bunch;
Character assassination over brunch.
Some gossip while we munch
Embroidering on a hunch.

Anything to stay in out of the rain.
After all, it's not our personal pain.
It's some other sucker's sorry.
We will forget it by tomorrow.
For today, while we quickly forget
We just sit and watch the streets get wet.

#poetry #social #rain #tea #afternoon #gossip #kincaid

Adrian Newman Sep 2016

(Open To Interpretation)

An intrinsic detail on the tip of my nose
A fork in my tongue with no words to say.

Just shady tress and shady things
Less confusion and more hope for me.

A tear every now and then to shelter my eye
A body in my hands and no personality
A hair on my head that falls every hour
The last moment of my life turns around.

I don't want you to see this other side
The grass is greener here
The restriction is protective, the pain is adamant.

You aren't the only one, keep your head down
Pull up your pants while I put my charm on.

You can interpret the meaning of this poem any way you wish.

#life #teen #thoughts #fantasy #tired #personality #interpretation #afternoon #adolescent #contradictory

taia Aug 2016

in the pm (haiku)

afternoon kisses
hand grazing over your thigh
naughty intentions

being back on the west coast brings out the friskier side of me. i was so much more carefree when i lived here. i grew up on rebellion, and i miss that.

#kiss #hand #thigh #afternoon

Adrián Poveda Aug 2016

Al final de la tarde

Amanecemos por la tarde, bajo la sombra de los edificios, huimos del sol por que nos quema y no nos deja pensar, sin lugar a certezas ni a aclaraciones nuestras almas se asoman como la luna (siempre en las noches y solo a veces al final de la tarde).

Ya todos los lugares están copados, la sombra es corta en los barrios bajos y hay que acelerar el paso, refugiarnos del sol antes de que el alma salga de pronto y nos sorprendan empezando a gritar; todos lo saben la noche hace invisible la propia oscuridad y encierra en un dulce parpadeo la cordura.

#sun #moon #crazy #madness #afternoon #sol #locura #tarde

Julie Grenness May 2016

THERE IS FOOTBALL.......

Yes, there is football again today,
The melodrama in the usual way,
Like ancient dramas, the crowds,
The roars and chorus, free kicks allowed!
His team are losing again,
Do they have a winning vein?
Television the negative conduit,
He enjoys being sad, leave him to it!
Find something else to do in another room,
Yes, chicks can have crafternoon,
That's craft and reading for me and you,
Just throw chocolate at him and zoom!]
Why? It's a football afternoon!

Feedback welcome.

#do #to #find #something #else #football #afternoon

Kastoori Barua May 2016

The Scarf

The scarf that you took off with a graceful flourish,
From your warm throat, and covered my head
On one beautiful, wintry afternoon long ago;
That memory intensifies and weighs me down,
Like photographs that develop in the darkroom
But are never shown the broad daylight.

My head now stays uncovered with snow;
I wear your scarf on my shoulders.
Betokening my will to carry
The burden of the emptiness,
You left behind with your departure.

#winter #snow #memory #emptiness #will #scarf #photographs #afternoon #burden #departure

Luisa C Apr 2016

certain afternoons.

belong to me.
not the house that puts
a thousand miles between;
allows just a few hours seen,
of a cautiously passionate dream.
so i suggest the whisper of more hours to spare
is the only lie you need speak.

the bus ride home must be lonely.
be back in the arms of my sheets,
playing with the edges of my clothes,
with my heart's speed.

link your hands in a new home
and lock your eyes with mine
and throw away the key.
belong to me.

#love #sleep #memories #young #memory #imissyou #afternoon

Brianna Mar 2016

Little Less Broken

There are always long nights when music doesn't help and alcohol doesn't help and crying just doesn't help.

There are always long days when my legs want to give out and my back is shaking and my heart breaks a little more each hour.

And there will be times in the middle of the night when I want nothing more than to call you and remind you I'm still alive.

To call and just hear your voice even through voicemail knowing you were real at one point in my life.

There are always going to be days when the sun shines a little less and the storms find their way into my heart.

There are always going to be days when I wake up happy and content and I can easily forget you were even a part of my life.

And there will be times in the middle of the afternoon when my mind wanders and I am not nearly as sad as I was a few days ago...

And knowing I am just a little less broken than l was yesterday brings me a little hope that I will move on.

#broken #sad #hope #night #smiles #morning #less #little #afternoon #middle