PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Afterlife


When it was pouring cats and dogs

I took a stand and

Braced myself in the 

Opening rain

I didn't realize the cleansing

The waters were doing to the

Broken land, the leaves

Stood out bodly with a

Courage that can only be embraced 

So when the season to reap came

All I saw were the new beginning of an

Afterlife.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Shirleyo

Loves to write poetry in my free time. I use poetry to express my feelings and its the only way that I'm able to

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.