#neardeathexperience - Hello Poetry

I died before I knew I was dying. A stop. A fall. Then poff — everything. No God. No fear. Just the All finally having room to breathe me out. I wasn’t a body. Not a man. Not a name. I was a thought without shape, looking down at my vessel lying in the hospital lights as sirens faded and panic belonged only to the living. Doctors shouting. My wife screaming. But I was calm — the purest calm — silence packed in light. Then came the first call: SHOCK! A hook of electricity trying to drag me back into flesh. Poff. And I was All again. SHOCK! Another pull — my heart begging, my body clawing at me from the other side. But when I thought of her — not in words, but as a direction in the darkness — the world answered. SHOCK! And I fell into the body like a bird losing the sky and landing hard in a cage. I woke up. Sweating. Hurting. Alive. But the question still burns: Who was it that came back?

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Nov 29, 2025

Nov 29, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC

Vazago

Poff

I died before I knew I was dying. A stop. A fall. Then poff — everything. No God. No fear. Just the All finally having room to breathe me out. I wasn’t a body. Not a man. Not a name. I was a thought without shape, looking down at my vessel lying in the hospital lights as sirens faded and panic belonged only to the living. Doctors shouting. My wife screaming. But I was calm — the purest calm — silence packed in light. Then came the first call: SHOCK! A hook of electricity trying to drag me back into flesh. Poff. And I was All again. SHOCK! Another pull — my heart begging, my body clawing at me from the other side. But when I thought of her — not in words, but as a direction in the darkness — the world answered. SHOCK! And I fell into the body like a bird losing the sky and landing hard in a cage. I woke up. Sweating. Hurting. Alive. But the question still burns: Who was it that came back?

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A flower sings its own song accompanied by a glowing inner light. As flowers sing, their rainbow of sound grows.

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Sep 12, 2019

Sep 12, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC

KeiyaT

On the Other Side

A flower sings its own song accompanied by a glowing inner light. As flowers sing, their rainbow of sound grows.

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He could hear the death in silence, The constant ringing in his ear. He could hear the death in silence, The constant lingering is near. Imagine stopping forever, This is what he could always hear. Imagine not even waking, This is what he could always fear. So deep the silence with the death, Blackened and pitched for him only. It an embarking to all end. So darkened and ditched knowingly, What an end of sound to begin.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC

NickolasJMcKee

Death by Silence

He could hear the death in silence, The constant ringing in his ear. He could hear the death in silence, The constant lingering is near. Imagine stopping forever, This is what he could always hear. Imagine not even waking, This is what he could always fear. So deep the silence with the death, Blackened and pitched for him only. It an embarking to all end. So darkened and ditched knowingly, What an end of sound to begin.

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I could barely breathe My head was breaking And I was suffocating Everything was almost black But there was a dim light In my vision There were noises all around Clashing with each other My body was trying to survive But my mind was tempted to just give up

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC

grace-tan

Tangling Insides

I could barely breathe My head was breaking And I was suffocating Everything was almost black But there was a dim light In my vision There were noises all around Clashing with each other My body was trying to survive But my mind was tempted to just give up

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I feel so horrible the pain is just so irresistible like Clair Huxtable I can't think i want to eat and drink but i'm afraid it wont sink I was told i was found drunk and cold dying and yet i'm not even old Choking on my own puke the beer hit me like a nuke my survival was a fluke I thought i wanted to die but i'm so happy i'm alive time to throw the beer outside

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Oct 9, 2016

Oct 9, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC

jordan-leon

Untitled

I feel so horrible the pain is just so irresistible like Clair Huxtable I can't think i want to eat and drink but i'm afraid it wont sink I was told i was found drunk and cold dying and yet i'm not even old Choking on my own puke the beer hit me like a nuke my survival was a fluke I thought i wanted to die but i'm so happy i'm alive time to throw the beer outside

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