Short Next World Poems
Short Next World Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Next World by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Next World by length and keyword.
I felt
Like dying
A time ago
And now I know
That death
Bequeaths me
To be set free
In the next world
Will I have
This burden
Of intelligence
To lead me to
Violence remembrance
Or life in the sea
You live inside your mind
my sister
you make me smile
all the time
we play video games
you always win
I get to smile
at my gamer sister
forgive me dear
I need to go
to the next world
behind
the rope,
the magnet,
the tie,
the nexus of heart atom,
or
before
the fire,
the thorns layer,
the indivisible circle
oh; I'm snatched for the middle of oval gall!
yet, I have to walk
together with your love
for the next world of the Sun
-Sunday, July 7, 2019 Chattogram
The next world war
yet another prophecy predicted
Uncle Sam is a bad bad man
George W Bush is a terrorist
we must stop it before it's too late
Iraq is not the threat
the axis of evil begins in Amerika
a dangerous deadly regime
U.S now a police state
governed by a greedy dictator
stop the evil
war is not peace
I'd like to ask God to make me multi-talented.
A Singer or Dancer, talented Artist that can make
beautiful paintings for the public to admirer.
If singing of songs or dancing of popular dances to charm
the crowds or Artistry is best.
If by choice only one is granted; then,
I would like to be the Artist of the Word.
Listen to poem:
You try to catch what's passing in your hand.
It slips through your fingers, your palms, your arms.
You end up wet through.
You leave the door ajar, just enough.
Leaving a tiny crack to let the light in.
You're packing light today.
For the next world.
Hoping something seeps in.
That you can cling on to.
Light rain is falling.
Still night broken by call of soul owl
watching over the lodge of my father's brother.
The next world awaits my uncle.
His walking clothes prepared.
His feather oiled to a brave sheen.
Knife freshly sharpened in beaded sheath.
He calls to owl. I'm ready.
The women begin the journey chant.
My father dances with joy tears.
3/30/14
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
A baby is a gift from god
But when a father decides
To sacrifice a defenceless baby
By throwing it in the sea
What can you think except that
This person and others involved
Should receive a harsh penalty and damnation
May the baby find peace in the next world
For it didn’t have a chance in this one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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This occurred in Queensland Australia 2018
Tyler Jones
Rain the Story Contest Poem
I see Rain from time to time.
With pain in her eyes she can't leave behind.
She knows this world is a preamble to the next.
She's someone divine in a world full of rejects.
Her visions of tomorrow fulfill her very soul.
Knowing the next world won't be so cold.
When parting from Rain I'm always filled with sorrow
Knowing her new world could come tomorrow.
Walking to the edge of a lake.
Looking at my reflection.
My tears falling hard,
Down into the lake.
I am alone.
I am bleeding inside.
I let myself fall in,
I don't struggle for help.
Until my breath is gone.
My body floats wirelessly,
My soul is free,
My body will decay.
I am gone, forever.
I have left the cruel world.
I will move onto the next world,
And fly to my savior,
To salvation,
Where I belong...
No one will ever know,
How I died,
And drowned, forever...