Jan 6

Another day in the life
A shadow cast upon the earth
Cold atmosphere caresses your skin
Warm blood is the gift of birth
Iron flavor coats your tongue
Swallow the cum, for the next of kin
Begins again, and again, until
You learn life's final lesson.

I knew you as a person
who wore daffodils in her hair;
dancing barefoot in the fields.
Always unpredictable,
your aura, like an aurora of Pandora's open box.
Recklessly compassionate in your unrelenting affection.

I remember when they told me
that you had passed away.
I watched as they returned your body to the earth.
They say that you're in heaven now,
but I don't know how this can be true
when every day I still feel you in my heart.

Maybe your daisy chain was a halo
and the fields that you danced on were clouds.
I think I finally understand.
I knew you as a person,
but maybe you weren't.
Maybe you were just an angel
that got lost along the way.

This is my first attempt at a free verse poem, please feel free to send me a message with feedback or critique. I honestly don't know what I am doing and writing this was a huge challenge for me. This is for anyone who has lost someone close to them in their lives. People die, but they live on in the hearts and souls of the people who loved and cherished them. Carry their spirits into the new world and they will live on forever.
#love   #death   #angel   #afterlife   #memory   #mourning  

no regrets,
no recourse.
just corse.
souls lingering
without remorse.

life (10w) ↤ death (10w)afterlife (10w)

angels and cherubs, bells and choirs and...
Jan 1

We all do know this is true

That life one day we must leave

By a gruesome unwilling way

Or by the time of aging naturally

But the thing I must now implore

Is your thoughts on a life after this

As I lay unmoving in my stony grave

Will my soul feel as if it's amiss?

So mermaids, humans, elven and wolves

Please give me a piece of your time

What do you think become's of our souls

While our bodies rest buried beneath lime

#death   #people   #questions   #help   #wolf   #hey   #afterlife   #bodies   #creatures   #elf  
CK Marrow
Dec 29, 2016

Muted color
On darkest day                                          
There was a light
to show the way

In dreary towns
My eyes were bound
To the misty lights
Up on the cloud

What is that phenomenon?
Where did it go?
The place we are seeking
We shall never know.

As our eyes droop down
And our smiles go flat,
It is easy to see
That we shall never go back

To that muted color
On that darkest day
Where that light to guide us
Showed the way

Immortality is over
We are now doomed
To succumb to our future
As our destinies loomed.

As we were shot down
To the pits of Tartarus
My fate was no longer

We were forgone
Forever to roam
The pitch black world
Always to moan

That muted color
On darkest day
Was unfortunately one
To never stay

#sin   #hell   #god   #death   #heaven   #afterlife   #grey   #from   #damnation   #expulsion  
Abdallah Sadiq
Dec 28, 2016

Who would've thought a disturbed poets worst fear will be death?
All his poems will make your bosom brim with sadness
Each stanza hints suicide
Every line is a cry for help
And you think the only escape from his misery is to cease breathing
But little do you know he fears to take that last breath.
He fears the unknown
The blankness and darkness that is assumed when we think about that last breath
He fears that the God he disbelieved in will punish him for eternity by hurling him into the depths of the blazing fire
He fears that the misery he'll face in the after life will be incomparable to that he faced on earths soil.

He also fears to leave the world still feeling alone and unloved
He fears to leave with that heart of his still aching and broken
And without kissing the lips of the woman he hoped to Amend it.

Suffice to say I'm afraid of death.

#poet   #fear   #sadness   #death   #afterlife   #loneliness  
Susie Ivan
Susie Ivan
Dec 6, 2016

You smell like a warm vanilla sunset.
Your long curls bounce around your smile as we run up the hill.
You grab my hand because I always am so slow and you don't want to lose sight of me.
We watch the whole city from up here.
At this moment I feel like both a giant and a small small spec of dust.
You say "Do you think this is what the view is like in heaven? Like, when you die?"
I say "No, it has to be better than this. There has to be something more than this."

After you had left us, without a letter or anything, I thought about that day on the hill a lot.
I thought about you, a lot.
I walk up the hill, slowly. I sit down watching the sunset and the city and notice how I don't feel big or small this time. I just feel normal.
It has to be better than this.
There has to be something more
than this.

Somehow I wrote this right before you had died. Like a month before. And now I relate to my own poem more than I ever thought I could
#love   #poetry   #life   #death   #afterlife   #free   #grief   #verse   #imissyou   #freeverse  
Robert Haigh
Robert Haigh
Nov 22, 2016

I was there when Rose passed away.
She died in her own bed, but did not go quietly.

Riddled with cancer and racked with pain,
It was a sad and sorry demise.

Yet, in death she looked calm, as though
All the pain had drained away.

I sat there in sad silence, on the edge of her bed,
And I saw her spirit calmly rise.

Both body and wraith looked serene,
And I too felt calm - even witnessing such a thing.

She walked through the wall and was gone.
I knew then she had found peace.


#illness   #death   #faith   #cancer   #ghost   #afterlife  
Maggie Grace
Maggie Grace
Nov 21, 2016

She promotes positivity,
kindness, drive, and love.

She smiles at hard work
because the result is worth
the hardship.

She holds beneath her chest
an open heart,
ready to be embraced
by the earth and its souls.

She is sad, but she continues to smile.

She hurts
She is tired
She is alone
She is cold
But she is holding on.

Until she lets go.

She kisses her body good-bye,
as her now free spirit flies
toward the sun.

Twenty-three years leading up to this point.
Twenty-three years of a life.

She leaves behind
her family, her friends,
her past,
her present,
and her future.

She is no more.
She is gone.

But the memories linger-
like the goosebumps
following a gentle gust of wind.
Like the sweet after-taste
of red wine on a cool summer night.

She was beautiful.
She was caring.
She was struggling.
She was sad.
But she is loved.
She will always be loved.

Suicide is not to be taken lightly. Rest in peace, Lacie. You will be dearly missed.
#love   #heartbreak   #suicide   #sad   #life   #death   #friend   #afterlife   #emotions   #lived  
Nov 13, 2016

if there's a place between the heavens and hell

that may be the place i belong to

i think so.
#hell   #death   #thoughts   #heaven   #afterlife  
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