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Poem - At deaths door.

Updated on May 31, 2017
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Louis Fourie born again in Yehoshua, baptized with water and Fire and a true Follower. I have Pitch my tent with Elohim me Friend.

My first ever poem.


This poem it not about literary accomplishment, but about touching hearts and witnessing through poetry.

My first ever written poem (At deaths Door) was inspired by my spiritual walk with God and as I was meditating on His word, thinking what will happen if you die without Yeshua (Jesus) right now?

This poem took months to finish and I did not know that I could right poetry.

Take some time and read this inspiring poetry!

I am Afrikaans and with His help you can do all things in God. Please leave some comments at the bottem of this poem to tell me if you understand it, or not and thank you for reading my Hubs.

At deaths Door.

I glance around
Fear grabs my mind
Shadows overpower
Blood rushes too slow
Seconds tick ages
Death comes face to face

Panic freezes the scream
I see the flash
Horror grabs my heart
Footsteps flee
Blood thick
So warm so slow so faint
I hear pressure in my ear

Power drains
So cold
Heartbeat grows so faint
Silence so thick
The smell so vile
Hovering above he smiles
Death so real

No pain to feel
The face I see
Too bright to bear
Warmth so real
Resting place
Fire from His eyes
Then a tear to tell
His not to be

His face turns slowly
No! I shout
This cant be
“I know you not”
Words like fire
Pierces my soul
Cast away!

Panic stricken I beg
My soul ripped away
Laughter so hoarse
Harder it grows
Falling faster
Always down
Darkness so thick
Shadows so real
Hope disappears

Echoing the voice
He is the way, bellows the preacher
He is the truth
Could this be true?
He is the life
The preacher seems so cool

The heat unbearable
Sudden as the smell
Hits like the sound
Billions in pain
Laughter so hard
This place so real
Chance lost forever

His hatred
No mercy
Hatred prevails
You haven’t overcome
Laughter so cruel
Pain unbearable
Wave upon wave
As he destroys
The image he hates

Wake up I must
No longer can I bear
Such a dream
So clear, can it be
Shadows tower
Crushing my skull
Pain floods my soul
Ripping me back
Can this be?

Reality struck
No dream but real
Forever to bear
So unreal
I live I feel
The worm I see
Eating my flesh away
Wake up I must

O no I scream
This cant be
Hell is a Fairy-tale
I don’t believe
This is so real
I died yet I live
Could this be?

He is love I said
Would He dare?
Putting me here
Naked I bear
Unimaginable pain

Then I know
Who’s to blame?
Had my chance
Now lost forever



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Wikipedia: poetry.

Poetry as an art form predates literacy. Some of the earliest poetry is believed to have been orally recited or sung. Following the development of writing, poetry has since developed into increasingly structured forms, though much poetry since the late 20th century has moved away from traditional forms towards the more vaguely defined free verse and prose poem formats.

Poetry was employed as a way of remembering oral history, story (epic poetry), genealogy, and law. Poetry is often closely related to musical traditions, and much of it can be attributed to religious movements.

Many of the poems surviving from the ancient world are a form of recorded cultural information about the people of the past, and their poems are prayers or stories about religious subject matter, histories about their politics and wars, and the important organizing myths of their societies.

Poetry as an art form may predate literacy. Thus many ancient works, from the Vedas (1700 - 1200 BC) to the Odyssey (800 - 675 BC), appear to have been composed in poetic form to aid memorization and oral transmission, in prehistoric and ancient societies. Poetry appears among the earliest records of most literate cultures, with poetic fragments found on early monoliths, runestonesand stelae.

The oldest surviving poem is the Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor, written in Hieratic and ascribed a date around 4500 B.C.E. Other sources ascribe the earliest written poetry to the Epic of Gilgameshwritten in cuneiform; however, it is most likely that The Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor predates Gilgamesh by half a millennium. The oldest epic poetry besides the Epic of Gilgamesh are the Greek epics Iliad and Odyssey and the Indian Sanskrit epics Ramayana andMahabharata. The longest epic poems ever written were the Mahabharata and the Tibetan Epic of King Gesar.

© 2011 Louis Fourie


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      Louis Fourie 6 years ago from Johannesburg, South Africa

      Thx, this was an inspired poem. This was my first ever poem and I was working on it for 1 year, thanks for your uplifting words, God bless

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia

      A powerful read that conjures up strong imagery... well done