Afterlife Poems
Appellate Jurisdiction
by Marianne Moore
Fragments of sin are a part of me.
New brooms shall sweep clean the heart of me.
Shall they? Shall they?
When this light life shall have passed away,
God shall redeem me, a castaway.
Shall He? Shall He?
Final Thoughts
by Alana Alpres
As I stand before the gates of death,
And take my final, trembling breath
I'm filled with fear and deep regret
For all the things I left unsaid
I try to find my way to faith,
But no matter how I pray,
I remain an atheist at heart
A heathen creature with no god,
And now, as death draws near,
I am afraid.
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Valencia The Secret Keeper
by Christine Kuruvilla
Credits:@angelgaven
Life she led in search,
Of an unknown secrect,
One for which Valencia had travelled,
Across the seas and endless days.
Till it ended- And there she lay,
Silent, dead and on the other side of the void,
Afterlife opened her arms, revealing her secrets.
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Death
by Kailey Norris
The most asked question of life isn’t about living itself,
But about death.
How were we created?
Where do we go when it is over?
The question isn’t about life,
But the absence of it.
Is death similar to the nothingness before birth?
Something completely different?
Does our conscience change that?
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How Can It Be I Am No Longer I
by Lucie Brock-Broido
Winter was the ravaging in the scarified
Ghost garden, a freak of letters crossing down a rare
Path bleak with poplars. Only the yew were a crewel
Of kith at the fieldstone wall, annulled
As a dulcimer cinched in a green velvet sack.
To be damaged is to endanger—taut as the stark
Throats of castrati in their choir, lymphless & fawning
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79. Still Adjacent
by Kea Campbell
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
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Death
by Kailey Norris
The most asked question of life isn’t about living itself,
But about death.
How were we created?
Where do we go when it is over?
The question isn’t about life,
But the absence of it.
Is death similar to the nothingness before birth?
Something completely different?
Does our conscience change that?
......
The truth of reincarnation
by Alex Rose
If I/you/we are one with everything
Then reincarnation is something that happens to all, altogether
There is no self to reincarnate
There is only samsara
Suffering
The continuance of karma
It is all the same karma
There is no self to reincarnate
And no self to attain nirvana
Only the burning of karma
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The brevity of life
by Baramundi Roy
Life is so fragile for I live so close to death
and eternity will begin with my final breath.
This mortal body is composed of flesh and bone
but my soul is eternal and exists on its own.
These years of mine are but a wisp of smoke
and will come to an end at midnight's final stroke.
How many breaths will I breath within my lifetime?
How many heartbeats are there in this heart of mine?
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Final Thoughts
by Alana Alpres
As I stand before the gates of death,
And take my final, trembling breath
I'm filled with fear and deep regret
For all the things I left unsaid
I try to find my way to faith,
But no matter how I pray,
I remain an atheist at heart
A heathen creature with no god,
And now, as death draws near,
I am afraid.
......
