Best Afterworld Poems
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.
opening and closing
wings bare of colored dust
a butterfly dies
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.”
The entire time we spent
Searching through ruins and sands
For a reason or just
An answer that would
Allow us to sleep
But the rain
Didn't come to save us from
The demon's song
So we flew through
A mirror paved of hopes
Shattered as past times
They're dancing until the afterworld
Hidden from the eye of a bourgeois jar
In the hayloft they dug a hole
Your mudcheeks are smiling like never before
Slowly you're losing something you had to fight for
Something is getting lost
Slowly you're turning flowers into shards of glass
Swallow your pain
Slowly we're withering into gravestones
After the number eight
Only comes the infinite
To lead you astray
And leave you with nothing at all
Now it's gone
Your hands can't grasp what
Your eyes can't see
A barren land was then filled
With dreams of days to come.
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
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August 10, 2017
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
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Shadows dance upon the plains as spirits speak their prayers
In the light of the flickering flames they reflect in flares
Smoke and ash, they hint their times when they too were alive
And in shadow dance they visit to show where some must stride
Secrets learned that should be shared with those who are in need
The Spirits watch for moments when those seek them to lead
In the juice of the cactus the Spirits hide a way
For some to ingest and see them in the light of day
The magic of the afterworld consumes the mortal man
As he tries to find the spirit that will lead him on the sands
Cactus juice and wonder become a mystic sight
To those who only watch in the silent of the night
Buttons grow in flaming winds as voices start to sing
The spirit of the man though caged can touch this sacred thing
Peyote chant and lullaby fill the desert air
And ancestral blood responds to life with its Native care
“Oh, Spirits of my Native blood I need your open arms
To comfort me tonight and guide me through these storms
They stand before me like a darkened looming beast
I need your seeing eyes that rises from the East”
“I plead to my fellow man, show me the right way”
Spiraling smoke, whispers and a chanting haunting bay
Screaming blood and drops of rain come down and disappear
Shadows dance upon the walls pulsing echoes near
Like ghostly strength with windy tails filling all the air
Rising from the sands with heavy burdens bare
They twinkle in the sky, they flutter on the ground
They become the atmosphere and sing their lonely sound
My ancestral Peyote lullaby wipe away my tears
And my ancestral spirits help me face my fears
My eyes grow heavy in this peyote dream
And I seek a place to set myself beside the quiet stream
Harmony grows from my mouth as I lie to face the stars
They too are things to admire each symbols of ancient wars
I sing to the heavens that hold my future lands
But I rest quite comfortably here on my Native sands
Oh Peyote, the cactus that grows from our ground
My Peyote song is the only emitted sound
And I sing til I break into my peaceful sleep
To dance with the cactus that is meant for me to keep
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????
the skelton of the watch
a vigil for the passing dead
things left unfed
wraiths wander on
watching wanting waiting
guiding the blind in to the light
the instruments of time to mark mortality
counting the seconds, minutes, hours in life
the harbinger of the dread,
the dead stands in the hall
the reapers machine runs
in time to creations
metronome an artifact at the dawn of ages
of ancient design
in mechanisms of bone,
gears, wires and things unknown
deep in the watch of night
of bones of springs gears and strings
deep in the heart of night
a complex something
the visions of the afterworld
the passing of the souls into the void
the watcher stands, a shadow deep in the woods
the reapers final toll, crimson of the inferno
first flames of a holy eucharist
lucy's fire burning bright
counting of the seconds of a second christ
the coming king of Midnight
the light bringer a skeletal vision
image remains, like the afterlight
of a photograph
afterflash a ghost of light hangs in the space
hangs the coming dead
the future in stillbirth amber aftermath
the thing in the dark woods
bury it deep in ice and black snow
Thermal Nuclear Winter wills its dark deeds
an odd object ornate with jagged jade inlays
Glitter in the dark twin pinpricks seem
at midnight the hour strikes
ringing of the chimes
a call for the final toll
a sentinel figure the armature of a shallow
shadowy man of bones, strings, gears, something sinister
watches, waiting, wanting and willing
A deed and a desire of the coming fire standing a dark vigil
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...
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?
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
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Our claim to fame is the flame they acclaim,
No other tongue can sing our triumphs better—let’s not bung ours.
The choice to rise as best each hour is ours to take,
There is no shame in how we play the game;
Once our name is known, their proud tongues will tame.
Sing your praises, and the world will string the chorus.
To reach the peak is no mere freak, it takes God’s grace and focus.
Claim each victory, let silence flee as we free our wings,
Our voices hold the miracles that open deaf ears—
If only we believe, for silence brings no relief.
Prayer alone can never balance the equation.
So let’s pray with zeal and work with steel, no one can steal grace.
Pray as though only prayer will be enough,
Work as though only work will be enough.
Balance the scale with wisdom and guidance to God’s kingdom.
So when death dares to knock upon our door,
Our name shall be carved in the stone of posterity.
We will not tremble nor bow our heads in coward’s dread;
The brave die once, but cowards die again and again—
The grave dyes only flesh, not the spirit of valiant men.
And if in heaven we plant our feet at last,
To every question, our mouths will answer steadfast—
Our spine erect, proud of a world well lived,
That the afterworld may be richly spent with full intent.
But if, perchance, we fall from heaven’s embrace,
Earth’s fleeting pleasures will serve as our reprieve.
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.
The wicked world, in this age is full of sin,
All youth have a lust for the obscene;
The hour has come to cleanse the skin,
Our bodies, no longer temples, are unclean;
One may find all will feel an eternal wrath
For treading such an erroneous path;
There are innumerable truths one must tell
To save oneself from the scorch of hell;
All humankind shall take the blame-
For creating its own perpetual cell,
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.
We all ride upon the devil’s fin,
Leaving the place God gave us, so serene;
Everyone scowls, not a single grin-
As if all were programmed like a machine,
We head closer towards our fiery bath,
Having followed the ways of the golden calf,
All personalities cease, recoiled into a shell-
As we find ourselves where we will forever dwell;
To us this is no longer a petty game,
We hear a chime, though from no bell;
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.
If only there was a way to win,
If only the planet still has its’ sheen;
If only the starving were not so thin,
We may have breathed in an afterworld of clean,
The antichrist himself approaches, he carries a staff-
As he steps near us, we hear his demonic laugh,
There is a stench, different than any earthly smell;
Some begin to shed tears, some begin to yell,
Many tilt their heads to the ground, with shame,
This fire is permanent, one we cannot quell;
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.
The interminable sorrow shall now begin,
Satan taunts us, growling in a fashion immensely mean;
He brings forth pasts, to everyone’s chagrin,
We pray to our king-God, and to Mary, our queen;
There is no remorse now, no reason to chaff;
No way to recalculate our sins through math,
The regret within us will continue to swell;
Our bodies have left us, now our souls jell,
We have accomplished something that was not our aim-
Perhaps we were under Satan’s own spell,
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.