Best Hereafter Poems

Living on a planet, unsure if I belong 
Where only sand grains and fossils, seem to last long 
The instinct to breathe air, compelling me...

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When I was just a wee one
          my mom taught me to dance
   ...

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'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst...

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The last moment of his life came.
The beyond anxiously awaited to receive him into
Its eternal embrace.

He was terrified!

He asked for some more time. 
He wished...

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Death,
An old friend, as old as life,
We met soon after my birth 
He liked to play games with me 
“Be ready,” he said. “I am...

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Do you know, my dearest friend that:

The physical and the metaphysical world are divided by a membrane only, and that they are interconnected and interdependent?

That...

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Standing on that corner

waiting on a hard life to change

Staring off into a distance

under a full-lit moon

could have gone in another direction

could have gone to...

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We believe in the same God
But in many different ways
We believe in Jesus Christ
And offer Him glory and praise

We pray in different languages
From sun to...

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They stand and wait.
Those who had gone before,
At the bridge of whatever,
Where whenever goes.

Many colours many kinds,
All have the same label.
The befores waiting
for the afters.

The...

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How would you change?
If it were all true.
Heaven and Angels..
watching over you?

Is there Paradise in
..the hereafter?
Some just don't..
think things matter.

What if Swarms of angels..
like butterflies.
Came...

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In shadows deep, where childhood fears reside,
A father's wrath, a son's tormented life,
A torrent of abuse, a soul's despair,
A question lingers, heavy in the putrid...

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My ink keeps bleeding your sweet name tonight
Whilst this heart's pleading time to sprinkle light
Silent hummingbirds beneath starless skies
Weave misty metaphors through midnight eyes

Will roses...

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SONNET FOR THE SILLY

A blessing on all kinds of action silly
Let our God not be a solemn old curmudgeon
The folly that belies the serious dark...

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The dear old pastor had occupied the same pulpit for years and years;
He preached fire, damnation and The Hereafter scorching his congregants ears!
He had baptized...

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Childhood can 
be a connotation 
of cacophonous tunes,
where the sweetest sins 
hide pain 
    behind a smile.
We all have 
 a story...

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