End Of The World

Here's one of my takes on it

Goodnight World     (SP Summerscales)

The ferris wheel
is in black and white
I can feel
the air is tight
as it turns
under a solar eclipse
that still burns
now the day is night .
Slow motion sounds
echoes of a fist
that pounds
lips gently kiss
goodnight to a done sound
were all dead
hello hell hounds
hydrated heads
implode to a new found
earthen beds uproot the
soil of black
as bones walk around
into shape they crack
judgement day
is abound
there is no way
of ever going back

I'd really love to see how you all perceive this

Two weeks and one poem each

Age For A Ageless time.

The sky melts with ashes and blackness
Silence echos across as if it was to tell a story of madness
Lights dimmer then the sky speaks in flickers of volcanic color red
Settle dread
Painless minutes that have apprehended
Streets that once told happy endings are now tore apart by the bending
Houses leave mysterious questions mailboxes still leaking a white essence
Like there was a presence before mother nature left it's message
More dark then white and more white then black
Faceless terror as you can hear the buildings collapse and highways crack
A sad melody plays as the sun no longer disburses rays
To protect us from cloudy days  just melts off in a haze
The debris will blind all who can see.. who would want to view such a tragedy?
Lucid feelings scrap the oxygen
Seas still move in a alinement like none of this bothered them
Sands buried what was once apart of man
Clouds disappear was we all try to understand

paul
i liked your take on what you feel the world to end

sicx
a good poem on how you feel the world might end

In the end it came to a close
Nothing said
All I lived for dead
I watched the world Crumble from under my sheets
Afraid to lift my head
Air filled with smoke
I wish I was already dead
This poem is making me sad
I'm getting pretty mad
I don't want to die today
I still haven't tried any tofu or sex on a plane

In the end there will be death
I`ve seen it in my dreams but when I woke I forgot the rest
You see nobody Is ever promised tomorrow
That`s why everyone eventually drowns out in and endless pool of sorrow

Although when In my dreams, I find myself blinded
Beacause I`m lost in the lies that I once confided in
On my last day of life, rather than live to the fullest
I`ll remember the times when they made me combust

So In my dreams there might never be life
Because In the end It will all be lies
In my dreams I see what I desire
In my dreams life is like a fire

The message that I`m trying to convey Is that when the world is taking It`s last breath, the people that live on it will wake the fuck up.

Thanks Starstruck

Very good Sicx , I get the atmosphere totally and Gigi your funny ha ha I've had Tofu but we have the plane thing in common at least and I totally agree Unleashed , it's always the ' don't know till it's gone ' syndrome totally . Thanks guys for the poems :)

I don't believe in the end of the world, though I saw a PBS program that says in a few billion years the Moon is going to break free of Earths gravity and that may cause massive destructioon to this planet, possibly even break it in half. By that time there won't be any people around to see it. However, I did write an anti-end-of-days poem during al the hysteria earlier this year. Imagine how it will be a year from now as we approach December 21, 2012... Maybe I will write one about that and post it. But for now, a little fun...


"Velocity Rapture"

An apple a day falling onto my plate
My ancestor Anstress could not calculate
Sir Isaac foretells twenty-sixty will come
As Daniel wrote words calculating the sum
 
The planets aligned and the comets passed by
But the end has not come and no one knows why
It may be an eclipse that blots out the sun
Will the last spoken words be, they will be done?
 
Earthquakes and tsunamis have ravaged the land
Perhaps Mother Nature will start the last stand
Her revenge bittersweet soon after she dies
As she burns us alive with acid she cries
 
Camping out in twenty-eleven of May
Was an error in judgment on Judgment day
Harry promises it's coming five months too late
Perhaps the Great Pumpkin will hold off our fate
 
I'm so disappointed the world didn't end
Another Rapture was avoided again
One day the future will be left in the past
How much longer must my alonliness last?
 
Come meteors and comets plow into the world
There are plenty of rockets still to be hurled
The North Pole may move south and kick the South out
Perhaps the Sun will cause an unending drought
 
Will I have enough life to live long enough
Or die like the troll trying to eat Billy Gruff?
Awaiting Ragnarok to roll down Bifrost
Till hearing Thor's thunder as Midgard is lost
 
The Mayan calender's counting down the days
I hope there won't be a mistake or delays
As so many foretold and so many fooled
Repeating the myths and ultimately Thuled
 
Joseph the con-man converted a moron
Buried treasure was never enough to live on
So start a religion and predict Armageddon
Then be loved forever fore the world ain't-a-endin'
 
Billy's great disappointment of eighty-four
Fooling Millerites from the rich and then poor
Praying to be taken fulfilling their roles
Twice advantageously selling off their souls
 
Be it desire for wealth, power or sex
What will be the worth of your balances and checks?
If the real One comes he'll take it all away
Your word won't be enough to buy you a stairway
 
Christians singing hymns believe it will come true
Nostradamus thought he knew the lyrics too
I doubt he foresaw that I would write this song
Did any one of them know they all got it wrong?

Well the thing is Poetryman I am only imagining the end or what it may be like or how it is perceived by others , it's like a unicorn or such you don't have to believe they're true to imagine them but I hear you and wow that is an excellent write , really precise and well put down , kudos for that thanks for posting it .

yea, I was just being facetious. I was astounded at how many people had taken that guy so seriously back in May. People were actually prepaired for the end of days based on the word of a guy who predicted it before and was obviously wrong then too. I hold my head in my hands and wonder how humanity ever got this far. We do more damage to this world never even worrying about how we might be destroying it, and then we have these people who seem to want it all to end in some mystical religious act of God thing. So I can get a bit sarcastic, but always with an edge of humor because I can hardly believe I committed brain cells to the very idea. Of course, when it does end and I am left behind, I'll be scratching my head wondering how I missed the clues. Oh, and that poem doesn't qualify for entry, it was previously written and not on topic... exactly... just posted it for fun... sort of!

The moment we take God
and hang him
for creating so much chaos and pain
at that moment
earth will explode

Yeah sure thing Poetryman ha ha I like the sarcastic feel to it as I totally get what your saying and I too had said to people  how can you even take a single word of this guys predictive crap as gospel ? but many did to my amazement ha ha  

yea, the ones who give away their life savings and homes but then don't know what to do when the time comes and goes are the ones I have mixed feelings for. Ya know, if yer that gullable, then you deserve it, but on the other hand, my human side feels bad for them. And then I wonder how come no one I know ever does that, like they could just give it all to me, then if nothing happens, out of pity I would give them half of what was theirs back to them. I figure they owe me something for holding their possessions and getting my hopes up... I should be saving this for a poem.

Burning ash and devils screams
The deadly storms tear through the seams
Never more will we happily shout
As soot is shoveled into our mouths
The fighting between Heaven and Hell
Will surely kill us
Oh pray tell
Caught in the middle of holy might
Our eyes become cinders from the sight
Blindly following trails and cracks
Our earth is dying
Resistance it lacks
From the onslaught of demons
Angels in flight
We will die knowing
Our time wasn't right.