Best Next World Poems
I want to leave
The next world holds more hope
As this life seems lost in circles
Both worlds filled with virgins
Untouched
I want to leave
And escape the daily routines
Of strangers who say hello
Then walk away forever
I am to be crucified
On the alter of love
And rise not ever again
No one will treasure my shroud
I want to leave
For I am human
Shrouded in the coldness
Of being always alone
I want to feel the kiss of a lover
A warmth to blanket my soul
How sweet would this be?
Poetic words however are not real
I want to leave
The illusions of the heart
How?
Reality sends a cold chill down my spine
Words are the arrows of poets
Blood soaked in verse
I return to fantasy
In the moon light night
From the beginning of time
Where dreams were considered divine
Here I rest a heavy heart
An unfinished painting
Collecting dust
Inspired by Eileen Ghali who wrote a poem with the same title.
Throughout history, we are lovers
Throughout history, we are soul mates
We are Romeo and Juliet
We are Anthony and Cleopatra
We are Lancelot and Guinevere
We are Tristan and Isolde
Scarlett O' Hara and Rhett
Elizabeth Barrett and Robert
Pocahontas and John
Jayne Eyre and Rochester...
Blended inside one another
Melted inside one another
Two hearts are one
Two souls are one
Throughout the ages
Throughout eternity
Forever was
Forever shall be...
You and I
The sweetest symphony,
and if there were to be
another life
than the one that we now live,
I know your soul would find mine
We would be
the next world renowned lovers,
our names immortalized
in the books that will be written,
for a love like ours,
this passion we share,
defies the boundaries of time
It's a living entity
infused with heaven's light
and its longevity
You and I
We lived; we live; we will live,
for we are the embodiment of love
We ARE love
Personified
You and I
Love's sweetest refrain
Yesterday, now, and forever
YOU and I
Collab between Tim Ryerson and Eileen Ghali
For Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Past Lives
June 25, 2014
* A fictitious write
As I sit on this dreary rainy day
My thoughts go into the darkness
Inside a valley where no man knows
Or on the right side of a cliff
for on the wrong side we drop to the unknown
When we are younger death seemed unreal
It was something for older folks not young
Then comes the first time we lose someone
We begin to realize that there is no coming back
Once you are gone you are gone for good
You have stepped over that cliff
Never to be seen or heard from again.
As you grow and get old, life seems shorter
We know that we all must die, sometime
We all hope it is later and not sooner
But when death comes we have leave
Nothing is taken with us , all is left behind
We have faith to guide us into the next world
But, we also have that fear of the unknown
We have that fear if we have been good enough
For the life we have just lived
We worry about the loved ones we leave behind
We pray we have walked the right path
As we grew, some religions talk about heaven and hell
Heaven as a beautiful place in all cases
But, hell as a burning inferno in some cases
Others, steps we take that we have to learn
to make it into heaven.
Whatever the case may be ,we all still wonder
What it will be like
In some cases, others think that once you die
That is it, you are bones in the ground
Nothing more.
We are never prepared when death comes to our door
When he knocks we are gone.
I truly hope I see the light and not the darkness
My gloomy thoughts on this rainy day.
In a chariot of fire in the sun
blew a pale horse and pale rider’s last breath,
and on your grave sings a haunting raven
in the shadows of the valley of death.
Between trembling leaf and pohutukawa
the undertaker’s men stood grave and bier,
and brave stoic life filled the living hour
forevermore a day, a week, a year.
These time echoes rise up from its bones,
and that lone raven's song on pit row
pipes through the rushes beyond the tombstones
where time cut short above stood still below.
Yet I fear death itself I shall not mourn
when its flame bearer blows its fiery horn.
But far more does sound a haunting in me
as if your faint voice my ear passing through -
and I trapped betwixt next world and earthly
sit this day communing with God and you.
Today I upon this ploughed earth sullen gaze
and hearken in the blooms the winds of death!
Its cold foul blow that bodes ill all my days
dares to breathe on me its cankered breath.
These time whispers rise up from its bones,
and that lone raven's song on pit row
pipes through the rushes beyond the tombstones
where time cut short above stood still below.
Yet I fear death itself I shall not mourn
when its flame bearer blows its fiery horn.
Written: July 1995
When our once young selves
turn stale
and old and old and old,
then in that beauty
I still see, I can hear life...
I can hear life
as it calls out
its love song--
its plaintive plea
to my ageless soul.
And when death makes
its awkward entrance,
my soul, sudden cut adrift
from its moorings,
will carry that beauty,
that beauty of a life lived,
with all its loves
and all its joys
and all its tears
to the next world,
to the next beautiful,
resplendent dream.
For I can hear life....
12/28/16
Football fever
World Cup Brazil;
Too many overnights breached
Imagine a world
Glued to football mania;
Morning red eyes syndrome
Now you've seen it all
Germany's got the gold;
Back to normal routines
Even my wife's up
Watching the final match;
TV and sleepy eyes
If only something
More tangible...
Can heal the world
Competitive sports
Winning smiles collect;
Losing tears regret
Bedtime at dawn
Wake up mid-afternoon;
Schedule gains off-side
Peace for now
Until the next World Cup;
Life minus football fever!
Just for a sporting change
For a short while,
Unruly world celebrates
In-between hostilities
Dazzling football magic;
Memorable milestones
In my dreams
Football in the net;
Goalkeeper dazed
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2014
Singapore
I so enjoy spending time with----Everyone
I love the way my friends anticipate my----Needs
They have a way of making me feel like a-----Someone
In this or the next world, what could be better than ---That
It just makes me feel so good that someone --------------Cares
There are those that like to bring others down, what's that---About
I have absolutely no desire to spend any time with----------Them
I've seen how they make you question who you------------Are
That is the last thing in the world I want for-------------You
You do not deserve to be treated like----------------That
Because, to me you are a special------------Someone
For Hgarvey's End Word contest.
BE MINE FOREVER
IF DEATH STRIKES ME NOW.
IF DEATH TAKES YOU NOW,
KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE MINE FOREVER.
EVEN IN THE NEXT WORLD,
YOU WILL BE MINE FOREVER.
IF WE BOTH DIE SIMULTANEOUSLY;
AND IF I GO TO HEAVEN NOT WIT YOU,
I WILL ASK TO GO TO HELL;
A PLACE WHERE THE FIRES NEVER STOP BURNING;
JUST TO BE WITH YOU,
FOR I LOVE YOU FOREVER.
IF YOU GO TO HEAVEN WITHOUT ME,
WILL QUIT HEAVEN AND COME TO ME?
I ASK YOU TO BE MINE FOREVER,
EVEN IN PLACES WHERE CRYING IS FOREVER.
EVEN IN DAYS WHEN DARKNESS IS FOREVER.
BE MINE FOREVER.
I WILL CROSS ALL SEAS TO BE WITH YOU,
I WILL CRY TEARS IF THAT MAKES YOU BELIEVE IN ME.
ONLY IF YOU COULD BE MINE FOREVER.
JUST BE MINE FOREVER.
IT WILL HURT ME TO SEE YOU LEAVING;
WHEN I KNOW I YOU WILL NEVER BE MINE AGAIN.
I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU LIVING WITH FEAR,
OR WITH PAIN.
I DON’T BELIEVE THERE IS ANYONE
WHO CAN GIVE YOU THE LOVE I AM
GIVING YOU.
SO BE MINE FOREVER.
POEM BY: MZET DA POET
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Does the seed feeling its quickening life,
straining at its shell, dream of its next world?
Dying star, imploding and still so rife
with attractive energy, yet divulged
a brand new universe, didn't it?
Baby in the womb, cramped for space, feeling
first pangs of eviction, does it limit
its thoughts to the moment and keep clinging
to familiar or invite possibility?
Straining at a shell of aches and pain
could an old man reject his infirmity
dream a world that went beyond the mundane,
with joyful abandon, open the door,
fearlessly reveal the future and more?
Love is not known and
can never be known, for
love cannot be weighed
like bullion or flour,
love cannot be roped:
a wild mustang running
free, never tethered,
never corralled, freer
than the North Wind....
Love has its own mind:
it comes when it comes,
will not hear entreaties,
will not beg its bread...
for love rules all worlds
and love soaks all life.
Love is a gangster,
obeying no laws,
taking what it wants.
And love is a priest,
making holy life's dirt,
redeeming then the
wreckage of hope by
pouring its holy water,
quenching all longing.
Love is a magician,
appearing in two hearts
at once, transforming
the beast into a man,
a girl into a woman:
an alchemist always
changing lead into gold....
And love can never die.
When the heart it holds
beats its last beat, then
love will soar with soul
to the next world...
for love is the only key
that can pry open
heaven's heavy door.
Love is not known and
can never be known,
for love is God,
and God is Love:
love without end....
[rec'd N/A in Brian Strand's 'All Yours' contest, 4/23]
In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
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WE MOURN OURSELVES
With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same
Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home
You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind
This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind
Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more
Left with you are your deeds in that new home
Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name
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I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.
When you gave me your news
The sides of my mouth rose in a maniacal grin
Was this some kind of cruel joke
Blood rushed away from my brain
Leaving me feeling faint
I could not comprehend
The possibility
The reality
Of your mortality
It was like it was happening to me
"How could this be happening to me!"
You have always been here
I know you are not going anywhere soon
But this forces me to see
None of us is here forever
So I will not take you for granted
I will celebrate each moment of our laughter
I will fill up the storehouse of my memories
I will be the giver and receiver of hugs
Smiles will adorn my lips
Still, I will not be afraid of my tears
Today
Yes today
This very day
I will scream
Scream out my anguish
Scream until I release my inner sadness
Until I am endowed with your strength
For you do not allow yourself to wither in pity
You dance
You celebrate what is
Not what is lost
You do what needs to be done
You prepare for battle with a warrior's heart
The blood you have given me
Pumps from my heart
Back to my brain
To my eyes that see you
To my ears that love hearing you
To my hands that enjoy your familiar touch
To my tongue that never tires of talking to you
All the parts of me that fully enjoy
Our time
One day there will be a time beyond us
Yet that time is not now
So for now I will love you
I will appreciate the gift of you
When your time arrives
There is a part of you that will stay with me
The part that I will carry with me
To guide me along my own finite path
Until the time I bring it back to you
into the next world
The place that we will discover
Once and for always
That there is
indeed
Forever!
Can you keep a secret
and promise not to tell?
We haven't been friends for long,
therefore I don't know you well.
Divulging this to the wrong party
would be as if to yell.
So take it to the next world
whether it's heaven or hell.
Many former dolls broken
sadly and unfortunately fell.
So withholding this secret in heartless
times would be awfully swell.
Head Mess
I can't shake the mess in my head
I think i'd be better off dead
The problem with that though
will be today or tomorrow
I wake in the next world
where everything's unfurled
and the mess in my head
which made me want to be dead
will be the same issues to be dealt
and the same feelings to be felt
and unless faced with strength it's damned infernal