Poetry that contemplates the afterlife, or what happens after one passes away, is incredibly common in the history of verse writing. Poems on this subject originate from every culture on Earth and vary depending on the writer’s cultural beliefs, religion, and poetic intentions.
The best-known poems about the afterlife use memorable images and recognizable allusions. They tap into readers’ interest in understanding death and coming to terms with losses they may have suffered in their own lives. Poets as different as William Shakespeare and Sara Teasdale have written poems about the afterlife and what they feel is waiting for them after death in one moment or the next.
Some afterlife poems ask readers to look at death as something peaceful or an escape from the struggles and stresses of the real world. Others mourn the end of life and acknowledge death as nothing more than the end of one’s existence, challenging religious depictions of life after death.
No matter one’s personal beliefs, there is an afterlife poem that aligns with and perfectly challenges their understanding of what happens after one passes away.
‘Because I could not stop for death,’ Dickinson’s best-known poem, is a depiction of one speaker’s journey into the afterlife with personified “Death” leading the way.
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
Donne’s ‘Death, be not proud,’ rooted in the Christian idea of the afterlife, challenges the personified death, exposing its illusory power.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
‘The Choir Invisible’ by George Eliot describes the hopes a speaker has for the afterlife and the impact her memory might have on those still living.
O May I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence: live
In pulses stirr'd to generosity,
‘They are all Gone into the World of Light’ by Henry Vaughan describes a speaker’s longing to understand what death is and where his loved ones have gone.
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling’ring here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
‘Without’ by Joy Harjo is a moving poem that explores everything from death to the dualities of human nature.
The world will keep trudging through time without us
When we lift from the story contest to fly home
We will be as falling stars to those watching from the edge
Romano’s ‘When Tomorrow Starts Without Me’ offers solace in grief, exploring love and afterlife, reassures that loved ones remain forever.
When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me
In ‘Sonnet 43’, or ‘How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways’ the speaker is proclaiming her unending passion for her beloved.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
‘Amor Mundi’ by Christina Rossetti is a poem about how easy it is to get trapped in a cycle of sin and find oneself on a path toward hell.
“Oh where are you going with your love-locks flowing
On the west wind blowing along this valley track?”
“The downhill path is easy, come with me an it please ye,
We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.”
‘The River’ is a lively and joyous poem in which the speaker celebrates the power of a river and its journey towards the ocean.
River! river! little river!
Bright you sparkle on your way;
O'er the yellow pebbles dancing,
Through the flowers and foliage glancing,
‘I died for beauty but was scarce’ by Emily Dickinson reflects her fascination for death and the possible life to follow.
I died for Beauty - but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining Room -
‘I heard a Fly Buzz – when I died’ by Emily Dickinson is an unforgettable depiction of the moments before death. The speaker emphasizes the stillness of the room and the movements of a single fly.
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -
Published in 1849, ‘A Dream Within a Dream’ by Edgar Allan Poe examines the subtleties of time and perspective.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
‘Crossing the Bar’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson presents the journey from life into death as if calmly advancing into a new phase.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
‘Is My Team Ploughing’ by A.E. Housman is an excellent work tapping into the emotion of someone’s passing away and telling that life is like a river.
Yes, lad, I lie easy,
I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,
Thomas Hardy’s ‘Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?’ is a darkly ironic ballad that explores death, the illusion of eternal remembrance.
"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? — planting rue?" —
"No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred..."