I am calmly motivated
through adversity ,
with a holistic salvation
we are never undeserving ;
always be the headway
from afterworld .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
population motivated
afterworld adversity
touchingly touchline
detested comrade
undeserving snitch
shoplift stimulated
firing you
unsweet vanquish
torn debilitating
satinpod drenched
occupation serviceable
calmly savour
salvation tablemate
conceptual thanksgiving
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
I am
not motivated
adversity is
torn from
headway
unaware
context
can be
needlessly
preemptive
could
afterworld memento
calmly
vanquish
through
salvation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
Step all over your footsteps of past
throw away your tear wet napkin
slowly cut your wrists than touch your lips
as if death can't come soon enough
call all your selfish ideas, pick one
hopefully one will end you forever.
Stand still sudden feel of needle thrill
high and free you live the dream
that smell won't leave my clothes
in this afterworld I'm awake and cold
now I know I will never grow old.
When I read poetry, I have no clue;
so, I imagine that the poet meant
he would soon, to the afterworld, be sent,
and wrote to his dear love before he flew.
Dying young, he would sadly miss her life,
and hoped that his beloved one would know
that he would watch over her down below,
the one who, one day, might have been his wife.
Experience informs that timeless love
of the soul, sans aging or appearance,
lives on forever with perseverance.
Wherefrom comes such love - maybe from above.
Anubis
Life to death to afterlife,
Anubis closes the sarcophagus
With words of farewell
To the mummy enclosed within,
“Expand your horizon
or shrink your vision;
this perception
will be your universe,
and when you awake,
this will be the afterworld
you envisioned.”
Walking in the cold void,
Armies retreating in paranoid...
Families living in pride,
Flag honouring the patriotic souls...
Medals of honour for the call of duty.
Cold War marking the momentum,
Pearl harbour in the backdrop...
World War warning the after war...
Soldiers abandoning their rifles,
Survivors muffle the scuffles...
United Nations hoisting peace,
United we are,
Undrawn the divisions...
Sadness within me is my skald,
Ignorant world, taunting my afterworld,
Why is my soul in this soil pinfold...
The sky is filled with dark enshroud,
Am dumbstruck, thunderstorms cloud...
Love is an unloved harken,
The heart in me, a shrunken token...
Fey reliquary in the sand,
Buffing the defoliated leaves off my land,
She lay her tears on my heartland...
Miseries of the silenced one...
Tortured hell gone...
Two gazes crossed in the crowded room
Discreetly, without being discovered
Sending a message that only someone
Who is in love decodes its meaning
Sometimes eyes reveal the feelings
Buried in the depths of the soul
Unrevealed and taken to afterworld
For the fear of uncover the heart
Wandering about the color of love
Young lady sits in a wood bench
Golden leaves falling as a shower
Covering her brunette wavy hair
Gallant gentleman approached the lady
Talking about the azure hues in the sky
Rising a curtain of hope for the future
Only time will tell the happy ending
For She Sits Alone Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve
Second Place
August 10, 2017
Sometimes I feel like I am just slipping away. Slide me in the water like a dead man at sea. I can feel the cloth shroud surrounding and protecting me like a swaddled babe. And as I sink into the murky waters I feel the cold shoulder of God shrug and say let him be. And I pass into the afterworld in a sea of fear and discontent. I struggle to open my eyes but I can’t see. For I have been blinded by my stupidity. I believed that God loved me but it was not to be for I had to love God before I could pass from this world to his. And slipping into this darkness I knew that I was forever blind and food for the soulless bottom feeders of this world. I can’t go back I can only pray that you read this and make amends before you make the mistake of a sailor to long at sea.
Do they see how I feel?
Hate is all I see in their eyes.
My body has no feeling at all.
Numb.
I can’t feel the pain that
They are intending for me.
It just gets worse.
Can I have a normal life?
Is that too much to ask?
I’m afraid my body
Can’t take anymore.
It has no place for all my
Scars.
I can’t wait for the
Afterworld.
Where I can be myself
And drown in my
Misery.
When will they see that this
Hurts?
That this is too much
For one body to take?
When will they let me
Go?
When will I finally
Die?
On this
Life’s sorrowful
barge I doth float
Much too
much a traveler
Alas too far
remote
from any
hearing and
caring Being
Caining
me not
Hamming distance
in the
afterworld
Secluded mind murder
Windows are false inside here
I find here,deep inside here...i don't find myself hoping for peace
These clouds of despair that blind the battlefield have a dark appeal
My naked eyes see nothing
The cheerful souls have perished...the beautiful people have all withered away
This Old Age prophecy must be
This is A Bleak life...led by the paragraphs of holy books,held by crooks
Sing songs of renewal in the afterworld
....hopeful catharsis...the relief of world
I admit...
i am the bashful admirer of profound destruction
signed
-K.D????
opening and closing
wings bare of colored dust
a butterfly dies
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