Best Near Poems

    "A Near-Death Experience of A Sweetheart"



Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds
among white fluffy clouds and shimmering stars awhile wind unfurls
racing into darkness: destination to death's door
living in a heavenly kingdom ... forevermore ...

Traveling through deep tunnel as cold fingers...

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Lying silently on my bed, eyes open wide.
Watching as darkness moves in like a heavy fog.
My breathing seems to echo against the cold walls
And my heart beats rapidly as I’m plagued with thought.
Prayer like questions, if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord...

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The End

I am dead. 

I travel towards a blue ball of LIGHT.

It calls me, communicates.

Whether we are billions, trillions or
even just millions.
we  are eternal, we are one. 

The time we spend on Earth
 is infinitesimal. 

Hate has no place inside the light.

Give people the...

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Beneath the gilded clouds, there is a place
Where day’s first rays light up a sea of gold
Surrounded by slim stalks that bow in grace
To worship as the gentle winds unfold 

And on this canvas there’s also a boat
Its bottom covered by the last night’s rain
So...

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To all the poets near and far
Alive and well or beyond the stars,
I bid you peace, I bid you rest,
I bid you all the very best.

Life and death may er’ contain
All the fruits of love and rain, 
Showered down upon you all:
Promethean poets, great and...

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WALKING NEAR THE WATERS


Under  the  warm  golden  hug  of sunrise’s bliss
shielded  by  rugged ridges  and flagging  trees
emerged a peaceful scene.

Through   the   clear,  somber,  sleeping,  water
sunlight  revealed shadows ...

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While I was standing near My Autumn tree


The Sun was fading, with all its grandeur and beauty,
Somewhere far, very far away amid...

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Near My Fireplace

I lean my face near the burning fireplace
As I embrace the warmth that gives me grace
And base my thoughts upon the human race
I keep up pace in my small comfort space
And unlace evil climbing the staircase
To chase our souls that leave a loving...

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A fatherless generation
153 million or more
Abandoned and forgotten
Desperate and poor

A prisoner to hopelessness 
Everyday so full of fear
In this chaotic world they live in
Nothing is ever clear
Could one soul make a difference.. 
If one could bring love near?

I've seen a thousand pictures
That can't escape my...

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A conversation with my Mom-

"Good morning, daughter- came to you today,
     to celebrate your birthday and share time.
It's been a while since we have talked this way-
     since angels took my soul by God's design."

"I do remember...

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She's that girl
                                          belongs...

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" Just so Near "

Time doth tell as so we know...
That which we rarely hear.
Our fancy so as winds do blow...
Is life within one tear.

One tiny bit of thought...
Does slowly find a way.
As freedom thusly bought...
Makes way to light of day.

Truly that we've ever sought...
Was...

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Acknowledging the essence of near-death experience realistically
through reading about its characteristics mindfully
as regards presented historical reports numerously
and research of its circumstances done clinically---
I’m made aware of its truth that’s perceived individually.

Thus, my heart prays for such encounter blissfully  
especially that I took care of...

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Underneath the bright moon-light
The stars glittering on the sky,
I alone with a phone in hand
Awaiting for a ring.
It's like an unseen shadow
Which lies within us,
It's like a new-born stream
Which flows before us.
The distance is no matter,
The language is not burden,
No matter how much tired we...

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The rising sun throws it’s first beams
across the morning glade.
These waking hours are as it seems 
to me the strength of day.

I stop and take in as I walk
the newness of the sights:
the deer feeding among the stalks,
the hawk up high in flight.

For me this...

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