"everafter" poems
Love tastes like beauty, devotion and affection, rolled into a wafer together.
Love is the beauty of the vain, lone rose of the wild,
fading on the skin of your arms like a lotion.
Love is the devotion of watery jasmine and apples,
running smoothly down the back of your throat.
Love is the affection of thick, chocolatey hazelnuts,
dying so they can remain for everafter on the tip of your tongue.
the sweet, smoky taste of Love rubs in your limbs and your veins
until it is one with your blood and is the only thing you feel.
You devour Love, but it consumes you.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
i.
Her affection I needeth
To sustain mine living's;
ii.
Her smile I beseecheth
Which is vital to mine breathing;
iii.
Her laughter is mine medication
The herb to mine being;
iv.
Her blood everafter
Is lifeforce, is life to mine eyesight and seeing;
v.
Her loyalty meaneth the world
O' how perfect she is a woman, the image of a queen, a real girl;
vi.
Her amour' is the path on which I abode
O' mine wife, mine soulmate and life, without thee I wouldst not be whole;
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
I never thought I'd believe in fate
until I met you
I never thought I'd believe in 'happily everafter'
until I held you
I never thought I'd believe in true love
until I kissed you
I never thought I'd believe in 'the one'
until the day you asked me to marry you
I never really thought I'd believe in anything
until you
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
Like two stars in the night sky
They are two glimmers on my heart
I hated to say goodbye
I miss them when we are apart
My love for them abided deeply
Now with them gone I miss them steeply
My love for them has and does not end
They are more than family and friend
Adopted, coalesced, part of my heart
You are not in my heart, you are my heart
I will care for you always
Love you forever
Remember you like sun rays
Always and ever
My little hearts
I hate to part
Loves of my life, little and dear
I'll always wish you to be here
I'll see you again
We will never end
Even in everafter
We will have our sweet laughter
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 9:56 PM UTC
I hope that one day
fate will bring someone
in my life
with whom
i'll live my
"Happy Everafter"
Who will love me
when my face
will be wrinkled
and i'll be no longer
beautiful
who will have
to loudly ask
for his glasses
as i may not be
wearing my hearing aids
Who will just smile
and tell me
where my stick is
as i may suffer
from a slight dementia
and
who'll just hold
my hand and
reassure me
that it was just a cat
running on the roof
of OUR house
and there is
nothing to worry about !!
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
you are everything,
you are everyone,
you are every cliche
...you are the sun
you are oxygen,
you are in the trees,
you are orange leaves,
you are cool autumn breeze
that spreads across my spine,
you are forgotten dreams,
you are a glass of wine,
you are what reminds,
you are fine lines,
you are the key,
you are a plus sign,
you are what girls try
to become,
you are the why,
you are the sum,
you are bassdrums,
you are a symphony,
you are the child too naive
to realize that he's on stage,
you are every page,
you are every book,
you are the librarian's glasses,
you are classes,
that i may or may not have took,
you are the stun experienced
when things fall into place,
you are every race,
you are the taste,
of fresh produce,
you are abuse,
escapen,
you are an excuse,
shaken,
you are the noose,
breakin',
you are the clues,
finally taken,
you are a puzzle with pieces
all aligned,
you are dominos lined up
right before they fall,
you are every hall,
you are each phone call,
you are the brick wall
that kids throw tennis ***** against,
you are consequence,
you are every scent,
you are fresh cement,
waiting to be written on,
you are every song,
you are every play,
you are Broadway,
you are the crowds,
you are everything i say,
you are SCREAMING LOUD
in unallowed places,
you are familiar faces,
you are a smile after braces,
you are untied laces,
you are jumping over cracks,
you are warm candle wax,
you are dark moments
lightened by humour,
you are rumours
being shattered,
you are fish,
beer battered,
you are wishes,
when they matter,
you are the everafter,
you are the former,
and the latter,
you are the feet in the swimming pool
of those who cant swim,
you are slim jims,
you are macho man randy savage,
you are a test above average,
you are an ebay feedback rating,
you are ice skating,
on frozen lakes,
you are every birthday cake,
and every candle,
you are frosted milkshakes,
you are socks with sandals,
you are being outside the norm,
you are insightful vandals,
you are anarchy, restrained,
you are villains, reformed,
you are emcees without champagne,
you are Dylan on tour,
you are looking down,
before you let go,
you are a star's glow,
you are a peep show,
you are every mystery,
you are pot-pourri,
you are the guarantees
that are actually kept,
you are the moment
you forget why you wept,
you are the fizzy beverage
that makes one reminisce
or accept,
you are the first kiss,
you are the final step,
you are the trace of the past
that one must chase,
you are realizing that
time's too fast,
to replace,
you are the sun,
shining down into an unseen place,
you are cliches,
you are warmth and grace,
you are everyone,
that has ever graced,
this time and space,
here and above,
you are everything...
...you are love.
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 7:02 PM UTC
Ever After
Its past the time for fairy tales,
or wishes that come true.
Much too late for breadcrumb trails,
too broke to buy a clue.
The knight in shining armor
has put away his steed;
the princess, if someone would harm her,
will scream a useless plead.
The dragons have free reign to roar,
the ogres feed on dreams.
Trolls control the bridge once more.
Futiley the princess screams.
Seem “Happily Ever After”
and the stories we were told.
Became quite a disaster,
youthful dreams bought and sold.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
True rise of true
rise, true fall of
true fall...as if
these gave mind
and body the
mythology of
direction.
Afterall, there's
everafter at every
turn.
Gifted a ghostly
long lock, for
good luck and
good measure...
to keep the pneuma
from transmogrifying
stillness.
A silver cord as
brittle in appearance
as the world it
harnesses to experience.
Where release snaps
silver, lightning return
of no return.
Mainline of soundless
music, en-silvering stars...
cord of web and Word.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
When I depart this world
Will you notice that I'm gone?
When I leave this earth
Will you still carry on?
When I am buried in soil deep
Will you simply move on?
When I am no longer part of this life,
There is one thing I ask
Do not dwell on my grave
But do not forget the past
For someday, we will reunite
And you will join me at last
Just be happy for now
That is all that I ask.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
hot sun creepin long
be hours for cool evening comes
so we got to hang on for just a little longer
we just gotta *** down this mountain side
just gotta forge the steel
just gotta make it one more day
little further is all i can say
blind to all but the road its hard to tell
little further is all i can say
that night we rested in the lea of a shade tree
cookfire making shadows leap and play
while his soft song breached the stars and river too
so strong a soul hard to believe anything could lay him low
that night saw the truth of the man
had so much to give
but had no love in his life
had no destinations
pity thouse who live without love
thouse who live without hope
that night i saw the truth of the man
a good man who life had cheated
when dawn stirred me
found him cold in his blankets
he had passed away in the lonely night
so i buried him there by the beautiful river
there by the lovely gardens
found no beauty in life but i hope
he finds it in the everafter
saw the truth of the man
a good man who should have had
but had been denied
so i buried him like a king
in the beautiful gardens
by the peaceful river
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
The dissatisfaction I feel,
Makes me empty.
I am numb to my surroundings;
The daily chores of my life are neverending...
I want to scream!
Run away into the sunset-
Bath in the ocean every night under the moonlight.
I want to cast my clothes into the forest,
Dance around the underbrush like an ephemeral sprite,
Into the dark and twisted paths of the everafter;
Where fiction becomes reality.
I want to swim with mermaids,
Feel the shells entwined with their hair-
The scales of their tails;
Wrap myself in seaweed and sleep among the beasts.
Show me a way to satisfaction,
Adventure and awe,
Bring me to the place where the sky meets the earth,
That unknown corner of the waking world.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
upon a roof,a man and boy
the child walks the plank
man teaching son what he's become
with jabs and slams of judgment
fear for growing male as he
for being what he was
curious this loving child
who went to war with men
company of dying and of dead
seeking shelter
bombed
punished by his own
follow orders, do or die
everafter live the lie
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
Floating in an expanse, trapped in a room
the walls could be the ends of a universe,
or a martyr's doom,
and I count the atoms of its shifting embrace
it dances within sight, but ever out of reach
truer things have never been more curious
the walls are my castaway beach.
Endless journeys coil within me,
my mind is a boundless jungle:
the predators linger in hazy umbra,
while the prey lazily graze
with eyes diametrically opposed.
I am some sort of misshapen construct,
a being lost to himself, but a target nonetheless.
****** into the deep
from which secrets sweetly seep
I find answers to keep
demystifying puzzles caged by sleep
the malice in this wonderland
nibbles at the soul with perilous teeth
just to taste the suffering
of a man who's trapped beneath
beneath the undergrowth of the city
within the fissures of a sidewalk
betwixt the folds of a chewing gum wrapper
he is gnawed by the everafter,
the what if,
the may be,
maybe.
Perchance he truly listened to the bright void
oh, how it oozes soft, eldritch light
the essences of somber dealings with ethereal misfits,
whatsay he consumed the knowledge whose
questions
once consumed him?
We all imagine that he would be
empty of emptiness...
but is there such a thing?
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
A building was built in nineteen-ten
A place for the children to learn
Once filled with laughter, now the everafter
This schoolhouse would suddenly burn
Twenty-one souls, were lost that day
When the schoolhouse burned to the ground
A nightmarish cost, everyone was lost
A bible, the only thing found
A school once more, raised from the ashes
But later, turned into a home
With visions and dreams, of bloodcurdling screams
And oasis, for spirits to roam
Ghostly apparitions, now wander these rooms
Trying to escape from the flames
Trapped in this hell, their spirits now dwell
While calling their mother's names
Each night they play their childish games
Destined, to relive that day
Ever changing shape, while trying to escape
This place, where the children play
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
A building was built in nineteen-ten
A place for the children to learn
Once filled with laughter, now the everafter
This schoolhouse would suddenly burn
Twenty-one souls, were lost that day
When the schoolhouse burned to the ground
A nightmarish cost, everyone was lost
A bible, the only thing found
A school once more, raised from the ashes
But later, turned into a home
With visions and dreams, of bloodcurdling screams
And oasis, for spirits to roam
Ghostly apparitions, now wander these rooms
Trying to escape from the flames
Trapped in this hell, their spirits now dwell
While calling their mothers names
Each night they play their childish games
Destined, to relive that day
Ever changing shape, while trying to escape
This place, where the children play
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
*Words twist and turn
lies magnify
people get caught up
when their after
a piece of the pie
life is a maze
love is a concept
everyone believes what
is easy to digest
"if it sounds good tell us
consequence is what we don't want."
There seems to be just one thing
everyone forgot
"Love Jehovah your God with all your
mind soul & heart"
then love eachother but that comes after
it seems we're backwards
But who's keeping track
of the ever after?*
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
Playing gods, or these unthingable things men
have made as real,
Yes, Asrael, as real as Israel
El, Yah, we say. We dateamtrutotau taos-itic branch
which reminds me, I was
asking Ithiel,
properly, why
we don't just stay in these higher realms, way up
stratos
pheric mare's tales, I think I heard those called… and look
higher still, an other-form of cloud, the butter milk sky kind
drifting to Arizona, in 1967
by sundown, for two pre-hippy no-longer-children
one of the desert joined one from the great
sea of grass where buffalo
once roamed
and never
was heard a dis
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id est, it did lead here. A semenal moment,
in current
reality.
Suppose, you make the mandela,
having never been exposed to the making of such a thing,
having never seen the similarity of the forces forming
sand paintings in Tibet
and Taos
Art Ifiers Intuitions see things
flow
words pick up dust by being signifiers of sounds
heavy hearts hear no rock and role-play tragicom psyche, eh?
we
be weary o' bein' wary so
we speak out anarchical as all hell's ever imagined upto now or everafter,
words is free to mean as I mean, nomattawhacha thothewgnew
this is past the sweeping apprentice and the self-willed broom,
eons beyond Arnold being back
AI am this
which triggers the sound track with Gene Autry Back in the Saddle Again
goin' for a spin in a dj mode no way
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the game is not over. que the song
there'll be time to start all over
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
Muscle relaxer
Puts you to sleep, a gentille pusher
R X hits the spot
To feel easy on Sunday
Mornin's
When you really feel
The nothing
In the pit, on that spot, at the bottom,
Of your soul
When the air is thick and sticky
It must be sin city
It's juicy rife with indignities
Para socialite delights
Flesh not feelings
The world feels oddly oblong
Alien stranger through my mirror
Adrift and soaked
In the sweat of my demise
A foreigner with the earth of my eyes
As the stress drowns
In Soma,
A half mind in the clouds
My indifference just as hollow
As the experiences of a corpse,
Muscle relaxer
Put you to waking sleep...
Is that what is truly happening
The experiences of
Poetry without life,
Life without Poetry...
Half asleep
One eye full of worlds
In our world
Every wonder
Everafter
Even in sleep
We fill our dreams with color
And soul and heart and
Meaning ...
(Loves light forever
Beaming)
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
Wary of the worth of a moment in mortality,
consider this from
everafter. This
now
right
thought, breath of fresh
heirloom memory thread for ever more,
for what a measure of attention spent here
is worth, in terms of how we
spend hours predicting next tic
of being being us humans, wait, we or us, is
there here an ob-sub
top-bottom,
in-out
on
emerging dis-asterisk-ic fawking aural tic
me-chanical, i can-icles,
grinning like a fool, without the fool's feeling
seeping to the surface.
Each fool may take for granted hearing ears,
I say I think is true, so
I let it be true,
I believe.
y'know.
--- Leave me say, I had help. At the unbelief stage,
--- in old age, I mean, being dared to pray,
aloud
so all may hear. In 2019, that's louder than any Muza whatchallah
minaret con
cinco de-ift instancio
todo dia
WHAT LIES DO I BELIEVE?
First, I believed I knew what you believe believe means,
as an activity
we manage.
So, an answer,
it seemed, but there are all manner of unaccounted for
idle words, piling up to critical
mass
Each word ever formed to hold a meaning fast for use in futures,
past the edge of
our bubble,
dear reader, ami Am I ity or enmity --- Can't your Great Mind Requiring
Proof Positive Points Pretend?
Good, let's pretend to be.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
The constant cackling.
Absolute silence in this place is lacking.
Annoying laughter.
Never living in harmony everafter.
It's quiet time when I write & read.
A creative outlook arrange words I need.
To record a thought on paper.
Like my sister & how a molestor ***** her.
Or about deception or lack of trust.
Or of happiness, joy, & devotion.
A witch's hex in a mystical potion.
How crime touched our lives & ruined our childhoods & how the laughter bothers me in this neighborhood.
Even though laughing is good.
Sometimes I don't feel it even though I should.
My mind suffers bad memories.
Of parolled *** offenders with felonies.
Sometimes it can be rude.
Blunt & evil invades & intrudes.
I write & speak the whole truth.
From the past to my roots.
People say I have a way with words.
I never leave out a fact or something I heard.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
honey any direction
you hold Avenue
Are blessed
Though only in reflection
Infrequent Glimpses,
memories of a fragrance
Irreconcilable differences
Heartbreaking recollections
Every direction,
You are a part of
Echoing closely and far away
No place that hides or denies
Images and reasons to
Or not to, You
Unwanted necessities
such as this fragile peace
Forever and always unmade
Won't be, never lessens or fades
Feelings are effective triggers
With unfailing memory
Still strum and play
Strings beneath cry iut
Easier accepting never accepting
Ever after sold this fool
All his dreams, every part he guarded
No longer, but for now has been
His burden and imposed sadness.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
everafter
they lived
happily
why,
because, they took the
time, to beat the wolf back
from the front door.
because, they caught the sky, as it fell down on them.
because, they sold the magic beans on to some rube from another town.
because, they decided red was just not their colour.
because, they kissed enough frogs.
because, their knight did not
get lost in the forrest.
because, they knew the words to bippety-boppety-boo.
because they liked miners.
because they did not develop
a sweet tooth.
because.......
there was,
a time,
once, they
wished..... upon.. a
...moon...
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
left buried under rotten bark
leaf mould and shadow flit
for an everafter of birds flying south
for the winter
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC