"afterlight" poems - Hello Poetry

the distant eaves irritate the groundline; which becomes a hilly horizon in twilight A glance of warm colors: is it the glory of dawn or an afterlight? Who knows, and no real difference; the moonbeam will eventually bring peace, along with loneliness to drifting lives. The mother tongue has reduces to silence and the hometown as remote as paradise. I am here, hair in wind tells the destination of clouds. I believe in freedom, in any variety; as many as the ways of being nothing, tenderly.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC

a-tomato-thinking-about-life

The West Horizon

the distant eaves irritate the groundline; which becomes a hilly horizon in twilight A glance of warm colors: is it the glory of dawn or an afterlight? Who knows, and no real difference; the moonbeam will eventually bring peace, along with loneliness to drifting lives. The mother tongue has reduces to silence and the hometown as remote as paradise. I am here, hair in wind tells the destination of clouds. I believe in freedom, in any variety; as many as the ways of being nothing, tenderly.

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anticipation, shone in vivid blue mid-morning skies, foreshadowing this ardent afterlight, released a hush of starlit wonder

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC

bianchiblue

At the End of the Day

anticipation, shone in vivid blue mid-morning skies, foreshadowing this ardent afterlight, released a hush of starlit wonder

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there in your midnight afterlight there in the stillness of your nearness you softly took my hand and shook loose yesterdays dream you found me in every way left me without a word to say timeless in your rose printed dress endlessly you kissed me gently take me back where you discovered me there leave me without all these tears of loosing you there in your midnight afterlight in the stillness of your nearness without all this beautiful sadness

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

beautiful sadness

there in your midnight afterlight there in the stillness of your nearness you softly took my hand and shook loose yesterdays dream you found me in every way left me without a word to say timeless in your rose printed dress endlessly you kissed me gently take me back where you discovered me there leave me without all these tears of loosing you there in your midnight afterlight in the stillness of your nearness without all this beautiful sadness

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Magenta gown - flares in the stream of a August breeze. Petals aflow in the grove that looms on the edge of the seas. Sweet oleander and the starshine of unease. Nerium spawn - wade in the flames of afterlight. Leaves aflow in the grove where bewitching toxins invite sweet Pythia and the citadel of night. Still wandering upon pathways of doom where the laurel of madness is first to bloom. Magenta gown - stills in the dark of a dawning sun. Stamens aflow in the grove as the shadows of memory are overrun. Sweet island, the sacred threads are undone.

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Jul 7, 2023

Jul 7, 2023 at 8:34 PM UTC

getinthecarpls

Oleander

Magenta gown - flares in the stream of a August breeze. Petals aflow in the grove that looms on the edge of the seas. Sweet oleander and the starshine of unease. Nerium spawn - wade in the flames of afterlight. Leaves aflow in the grove where bewitching toxins invite sweet Pythia and the citadel of night. Still wandering upon pathways of doom where the laurel of madness is first to bloom. Magenta gown - stills in the dark of a dawning sun. Stamens aflow in the grove as the shadows of memory are overrun. Sweet island, the sacred threads are undone.

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Stars Are getting blurry At dusk and so are Eyes Meanwhile The body is Getting weary Barely can wake up The moon The night is dark And lonely Even fireflies Don't shine on me

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC

mailnasution

Afterlight

Stars Are getting blurry At dusk and so are Eyes Meanwhile The body is Getting weary Barely can wake up The moon The night is dark And lonely Even fireflies Don't shine on me

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On his deathbed he smirked, Knowing he would leave behind His sins with the rest of his mess Death, after all, was just eternal blackness. Just as he took his last breath, He stood there gloating Proud of everything he'd done wrong Till the smile vanished from his face, As the lights came on.

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Apr 29, 2014

Apr 29, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC

manas

Afterlight

On his deathbed he smirked, Knowing he would leave behind His sins with the rest of his mess Death, after all, was just eternal blackness. Just as he took his last breath, He stood there gloating Proud of everything he'd done wrong Till the smile vanished from his face, As the lights came on.

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I've been collecting shades of life and it seems all I really have is a gradient scale of tired eyes and restless hands. This is the reality of it all and to be honest I just wanted my name to roll like thunder in your dreams. I lost my will to hold my own against the tide and that's when it all began. Typical girl, I always looked at you like you put stars in the sky but, it's broad daylight and baby, you've never touched a star. And you sicken me with your bedroom philosophy as if you were ever a scholar on church steps. And I'm one shade too tired to pretend this doesn't ruin me. So pack up and leave me. And I'll say hello to this clusterfuck of things thy never made me feel so good. Words. Cuz it's not about being sad all the time. It's about knowing emotional exhaustion like the well versed, back of your hand. Resistance is drowning every time you close your eyes and still knowing deep down, The Show Must Go On. Now I'm just lying here inhaling oceans and you still think it's a good idea to talk about the sunset from her window. And the only thing that shouts out at me from all of this is how everything seems so ****** and so small to me frequently. So I throw up my good intentions and all the reasons I thought this could be a vigil to a time I felt wanted and I laugh cuz Cupid just won't stop shooting me with these dull arrows. I mean, have I not been here before? This silence I hear when I'm alone; Am I really surprised by the way it holds me? And have I not bought real estate with the familiarity of it all? Don't dwell on it, though. If anything just remember, this is not bitter failure, this is the recovery. This is learning and such is life.

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC

pursuitofendlessness

afterlight

I've been collecting shades of life and it seems all I really have is a gradient scale of tired eyes and restless hands. This is the reality of it all and to be honest I just wanted my name to roll like thunder in your dreams. I lost my will to hold my own against the tide and that's when it all began. Typical girl, I always looked at you like you put stars in the sky but, it's broad daylight and baby, you've never touched a star. And you sicken me with your bedroom philosophy as if you were ever a scholar on church steps. And I'm one shade too tired to pretend this doesn't ruin me. So pack up and leave me. And I'll say hello to this clusterfuck of things thy never made me feel so good. Words. Cuz it's not about being sad all the time. It's about knowing emotional exhaustion like the well versed, back of your hand. Resistance is drowning every time you close your eyes and still knowing deep down, The Show Must Go On. Now I'm just lying here inhaling oceans and you still think it's a good idea to talk about the sunset from her window. And the only thing that shouts out at me from all of this is how everything seems so ****** and so small to me frequently. So I throw up my good intentions and all the reasons I thought this could be a vigil to a time I felt wanted and I laugh cuz Cupid just won't stop shooting me with these dull arrows. I mean, have I not been here before? This silence I hear when I'm alone; Am I really surprised by the way it holds me? And have I not bought real estate with the familiarity of it all? Don't dwell on it, though. If anything just remember, this is not bitter failure, this is the recovery. This is learning and such is life.

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. To the ever-lustrous Starlet— *Should I miss the fireworks, Would you then save me a dance? For when the stars would align, for the afterlight, and one just bow in the starlight?* And its captivating constellation. *Should hope flee and wane: When the sparkles pass over and stars reflected no longer by the shore, in the afterlight, Would you return my bargained sight?* Where falls your shimmering stardust? *Should we see a downpour by the starlight and be drenched agleam under the moonlight, Should I miss the excitement cascading and the silken-moon cast in your eyes, Will you tell me and speak of the light?* Upon my crown; by the eventide? If at all— *A glimpse, of that one look ever-bright; (A tint of honesty, on those rosy cheeks;) for when I love you so. (for when you love me so.)* If your waltz would let the heavens rest undazzled. .

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Aug 31, 2019

Aug 31, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC

sorcierdargent

Afterlight

. To the ever-lustrous Starlet— *Should I miss the fireworks, Would you then save me a dance? For when the stars would align, for the afterlight, and one just bow in the starlight?* And its captivating constellation. *Should hope flee and wane: When the sparkles pass over and stars reflected no longer by the shore, in the afterlight, Would you return my bargained sight?* Where falls your shimmering stardust? *Should we see a downpour by the starlight and be drenched agleam under the moonlight, Should I miss the excitement cascading and the silken-moon cast in your eyes, Will you tell me and speak of the light?* Upon my crown; by the eventide? If at all— *A glimpse, of that one look ever-bright; (A tint of honesty, on those rosy cheeks;) for when I love you so. (for when you love me so.)* If your waltz would let the heavens rest undazzled. .

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