Is This Grief (an Athiest’s Take On Life And Death)

Is This Grief (an Athiests Take On Life And Death) short poem

Now that my mother, father
and siblings have passed.
Yes passed, a dainty word
saying, dead, gone, either
up in the sky, or down in the
ground. At last I have said
the words, dead, died, death,
leaving me bereft.
No purpose.
Friendless, just keeping busy
passing time in am aimless way.
I turned my head upwards to
the sky and cried,
Oh please
give me a purpose
dear universe.
I still await a reply.
Ah yes it is true
It’s in the genes.
I’m deaf too.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Rob J Mann
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Back to the question of life and whether its all worth it. We all await our turn to depart into nothingness, so don’t do nothing while waiting!

Darren Scanlon
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We all search for a purpose in life, Johanna, especially when we suffer or remember all the losses in our too short lives. But life must go on. All we can do is keep our chin up and soldier on taking each day as it comes.

Nicely done!

D.

Randall Smith
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Lord I feel the depth of loneliness here, the searching for an answer. With nothing to hold on to what can he grab. I feel pain and sorrow for the person in this poem.

Akhtar Jawad
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There are two possibilities, either He exists or he does not. What happens after death? Most of us believe in another form of life in one way or another. Law of probability states one who believes in Him, even if finished for ever, will not have any sense to regret his belief. One who does not believe in Him may regret his belief if there is a life after death, as it’s 50^ probable. Something or everything is written in DNA but the question remains as to who is the writer? An ancient nature, a superman whose planet was moving in a large elliptical orbit came in close contact of our solar system and planted life on this planet. If so he will come close once again. Another question, why the story of Adam and Eve is heard and read in Sumerian Civilization only? There are so many ancient races on this earth. Did they forget the story of their origin? Yellow races believe they are sons of Gods.Is life merely an accident or a bye product, who can say? Can man after a few hundred or thousand years will be capable of creating and writing DNA? It’s still a… Read more »
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