Best After Life Poems
(unfit
category
but no
choice.)
Life would
be
worthless
and
short
If this is
the only
dear life
we
have
Great
plans just
death can
abort
to be
useless
once you
met
your grave.
And for
those who
die young,
in
chilhood's
tender
ages
How short
and
incomplete
life
would be
How
unfair and
unlucky if
death's
the end
for them
Besides
life to the
fullest is
eternity.
What
about
those who
born
and die
poor
or those
born deaf,
blind or
lame
What if
they were
so
doomed
without
any cure
How
unlucky if
resurrection
never
came!
But a
belief that
there's a
life
after this
could be
of great
consolation
and solace
especially
to the
poor
handicapped,
the
shortlived
that they
could
make it up
under
heaven's
grace!
For the
good one
who is
born
blind
In heaven
shall he in
brighter
vision see
And the
goodly
one yet
who
has lost
his mind
will in the
afterlife
be as sane
as could be
The deaf
man with
his balance
of pious
acts
Only the
hereafter
would
compensate
what he
lacks
And that
godly one
born poor
and who
dies poor
could be
of the
richest at
heaven's
door
In this life
those
who've
been
saintly yet
unable to
talk
could
cheer up
to believe
what
heaven
has in
stock
For this
world can
be misery,
heaven's
the place
to rock
In this
world at
times
you've
to let the
hawks
gawk
Knowing
your
tormentor
in
heaven
shall ye
mock
Thus for a
true
happy
ever
after
for an
abode of
mirth and
laughter
Work
towards
thy
hereafter
A divine
place
devoid of
disaster!
What’s left behind is the fragrance of the lilac
Crushed between forlorn fingers
Petals held in contorted hands
Once lust rendered dust the terrain shall cover
Fierceness is abandoned forgiveness is given
To whom does this come, whom shall it deem
As father time allots and consumes
Pro tem I am, pro tem I am
an irrepressibly creative force
Manifesting myself
by channeling a myriad of diverse
and inexplicably bold personas
struggling to leave resonance in my wake
to whom does this come
this legacy that lives on~
is what I shall be
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
While you were alive,
Who did you trust,
Did you trust the One,
That did so much,
Or were you blinded,
By vanity,the evil touch,
The choice was yours,
Who did you choose,
God,you have won,
The devil ,you loose......
Immortal waves of time,
Clamour on the sea of life,
They crash down on the crags of flesh
And wear them to the grains.
The cells, the salted dust,
The sand beneath the hooves,
The iron feet of giants
Severed down to vanished forms.
Gulls of storm-head black,
Eyes of granite beads,
And beaks derived of bone-yards
House their aspic sodden tongues.
Cries that ram the caves
Vibrating screeching goads the dark,
Receding as the dying light
In seconds after life.
Midnight - as I look up into the clear black sky scattered with millions of sparkling stars:
I see you dancing, twirling and pirouetting with beautiful angels
I see the sparkling blue, pink and purple sequins of your dress
I see the dusting of gold glitter on angel wings gently shimmering
I see the bright blue of your twinkling eyes and your blonde haloed hair
I see you throwing bright white stars shooting across the black sky
I see you wandering the Milky Way as if through fields of golden corn
I see your joyful laughter creating perfect paintbox rainbows
I see you resting, curled up in the waxing crescent of the moon
I see your glassy teardrops falling as clear cut diamonds
I see you energetically playing hop scotch on Cassiopeia
I see you lounging on soft white fluffy cumulus clouds
I see you in another world, another existence
I see you happy and carefree
I see you every night
13th February 2019
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
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AFTER LIFE
Her scent! Her scent! The best of life!
I watch her move - the smile, the curves.
Sixty-one years she’d been my wife.
The light projects - my mind observes.
Perfume, present, in our sweet home.
Doesn’t rise, though coaxed, from purple urn.
T’her closet clings, like honeycomb,
The pleasant scent of clothes well worn.
If I could, but, follow the trail
And find her form in great beyond,
Upon her shoulder, lay, inhale,
My darling, court, renew our bond.
Her scent! Her scent! The best of life!
Her pulse, unique, as is my grief.
Sixty-one years she’d been my wife.
And when you’ve loved as I…so brief.
7/13/2022
Rhyme Rumi Quote
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8 syllables per line
109 words
Sandra believed in Snow White, and Rapunzel, and Sleeping Beauty.
She waited for her prince for sixty years or more; men came along, but they never met her criteria.
They could not.
Although three really tried.
Not handsome enough.
Not powerful enough.
Did not have a horse.
Sandra spent her lifetime, dreaming of her prince.
She pictured him in her mind when young, and she danced with him, in her mind.
She lived her whole life, in her mind.
When she got older, her relatives gave up.
They had tried to help Sandra empower herself,
But her Cinderella Complex always won out in the end.
She wanted to be idolized,
Revered, admired, petted,
But mostly saved.
She died alone,
The one thing
She had not
Planned
In her
Happily-ever-after.
Before Death
With pain and sorrow, I share my bed
I cry to know that I am dead
Empty tears Forever shed
Eons of Eternity
The sins of passion
Lust and deceit
Can only
End in
Death
After Life
Walking the rainbows, talking with GOD
God's Loving Heart, He shares with me
Destiny - Eternity
Eons of Forever
His Love, Light, Life: shines
Thank-YOU JESUS
GOD's Glory
LENORE
LIFE
Dedicated to Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
AUTHOR NOTE: Two concepts in one POEM
With the same Form I have several more in
Haiku, Senryu, Crystalline, and Quatern
For the Eons of Eternity: Lives GOD, YOU, and ....... I
We hold hands, sing Heavenly songs of Agape ....... LOVE
Always and Forever: my Heartbeat, beats for ....... YOU
My Heart and Soul Entwines with the Spirit of ...... LENORE
Tears of Sorrow Dissipate: Tears of Joy Flow ....... FOREVER
I near the Twilight path of my Life I know You ...... AND
I will Live Blessed and Praising the SON of GOD ...... ALWAYS
Together Forevermore, my Soul Entwines with ...... YOURS
Harry
After life
nothing but our verse will stay
That's all that will remain
Our material possessions
will be distributed,
scattered about
with no real purpose.
They can't be taken with us
to the afterlife
so they will just
fester on earth
and wither away.
But our verse,
this can last forever - - -
be passed down
to future generations
provide comfort and aid
to our fellow
worldly citizens.
Will outlast concrete and stone,
become eternal.
life after life
or one eternal life
who really knows
the fine stem in the school cup
of the seed planted days ago
Life has no end , but only the excitement of to be continued ...
After life and death
Give me the warmth of
Cremation
When living for what's after life
We put the horse behind the cart.
We should bet on the here and now
And not what's after we depart.
What's after life I do not know.
Had I the facts, I'd tell of course.
If there is one who has been there
I want these answers from that source.
Where do we go? What do we do?
Do we look on those left behind?
Please let me see the evidence.
I do not want a faith that's blind.
There is none; thus until we're there
The afterlife remains a myth.
But still I've had some idle thoughts
About it, I've been toying with.
Suppose the agents are part right;
But afterlife just mirrors life,
So when we fly to Paradise
Our baggage is our current strife.
If 'after' is linked to 'before'
That fact another message sends.
While blowing life on 'earth' to hell
The life in 'heaven' also ends.
So just in case, it would be wise
On earth a heaven to create.
Then if there is an afterlife
We'll find it in a peaceful state.
HEAVEN
Mother nature’s trees shudder in the breeze,
Clothed in ashened sky,bearing angry eye.
The winds conversation with birds to flock,
Branches of two trees interlock.
Angry eye is sporting black,
The fight for supremacy notoriously back.
Rabbits and squirrels retreat with their fear,
As an audience of trees lean as they peer.
Returning bird to referee,
The elderly tree resumes paying his fee.
His younger capture boasting minus concern,
As he thrashes with heavy twist and turn.
Wind is bullying close behind,
The elderly tree disadvantaged,he finds.
He creaks and groans,bleeding his sap,
Gentleman of the forest lye dead in rivers lap.
Succeeding opponent standing proud,
As a silent applause was never so loud.
Wisdom now is all that remains,
As the woodcutter starts to sharpen his blades.
Tightened by rope in the woodcutters truck,
It’s not the end,he’s back in luck!
Now he’s sitting front of house,
In a swanky restaurant in London Town.
All admire as they prop,
If only they knew the story from the top.
As they sip their drinks with chatter,
A distant sound of trees will clatter.