Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
Dick and his cat
Dick and his cat
I was in the deep depth of youth
sitting in a library struggling through
Dick Whittington and his cat.
Looked the fable up on Wikipedia
and was disappointed,
Dick and his cat were different
from my recollection
I had the cat and Dick walking
to London
In my fantasy world, the story was
much richer, so I will stick
to my version
I was in the deep depth of youth
sitting in a library struggling through
Dick Whittington and his cat.
Looked the fable up on Wikipedia
and was disappointed,
Dick and his cat were different
from my recollection
I had the cat and Dick walking
to London
In my fantasy world, the story was
much richer, so I will stick
to my version
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology
#dystopian
#curse
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Primordial Circle
The darkness in my soul is not hidden
It has been there since way before I was born,
At least in this life; I have lived so many!
Like the person I love, I have countless names.
On noble steeds I had long ago ridden
My eyes saw the light of the very first morn,
Before the very first golden age of plenty!
I danced in the fire of the first volcanic flames.
Circle, circle, in the dawning of the age
Behold our truest forms and go mad!
Born of flame were we, and filled with rage
Our hearts heavy and our spirits sad,
At what mankind...
It has been there since way before I was born,
At least in this life; I have lived so many!
Like the person I love, I have countless names.
On noble steeds I had long ago ridden
My eyes saw the light of the very first morn,
Before the very first golden age of plenty!
I danced in the fire of the first volcanic flames.
Circle, circle, in the dawning of the age
Behold our truest forms and go mad!
Born of flame were we, and filled with rage
Our hearts heavy and our spirits sad,
At what mankind...
#dark
#rebirth
#spiritual
#memories
#apocalypse
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Fellowship Of The Recalcitrants
The dissidents fate
Daring freethinking automatons
Conscious objectors
Rebel refusenik protestor
Contumacious creature
Pervicacious wayward son
Nonconformist renegades
Ungovernable insubordinate agitator
A bullet to the back of the head
All piled in mass-graves
Daring freethinking automatons
Conscious objectors
Rebel refusenik protestor
Contumacious creature
Pervicacious wayward son
Nonconformist renegades
Ungovernable insubordinate agitator
A bullet to the back of the head
All piled in mass-graves
#utopia
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse #witches
#apocalypse #witches
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The Last Poem
Awaken!
The dervish whirling
in the sky
his golden liquor
shall run dry
and poured shall be
the final drop
of drunkenness caught
inside our cup
Rolling darkness
from every lip
the sum of every daughter
and son
that centuries swallowed
to be reborn
their screams now sighs
weary worn
of skies ripped from
the cosmic womb
In folds of flowers
will find their song
in a fulgent
new emerging dawn ...
The dervish whirling
in the sky
his golden liquor
shall run dry
and poured shall be
the final drop
of drunkenness caught
inside our cup
Rolling darkness
from every lip
the sum of every daughter
and son
that centuries swallowed
to be reborn
their screams now sighs
weary worn
of skies ripped from
the cosmic womb
In folds of flowers
will find their song
in a fulgent
new emerging dawn ...
#apocalypse
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A Stink Bomb Has Risen From Hell
Death of a spirit as you earthly roam
Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone
Risen of thy soft touch conformed from the hands of Satan
From the stench of hell its bomb unto earth awaiting
Forsaken upon the green of earth in the cradle of a little girl
Until horns as growth manifested to be denied by fate
A guardian’s love, forsaken to demonically unfurl
Condemned in the bedlam of thy own befuddled mind
Child of woman from the womb of a Jezabel and of a Jackel
Asunder, confused by the secret...
Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone
Risen of thy soft touch conformed from the hands of Satan
From the stench of hell its bomb unto earth awaiting
Forsaken upon the green of earth in the cradle of a little girl
Until horns as growth manifested to be denied by fate
A guardian’s love, forsaken to demonically unfurl
Condemned in the bedlam of thy own befuddled mind
Child of woman from the womb of a Jezabel and of a Jackel
Asunder, confused by the secret...
#TruthOfLife
#hell
#apocalypse
#metaphor
#philosophical
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White Angel in the Sky
In a time when only planes existed
The great ones walked between the worlds
Stepping stones of the gods
In the grasp of sovereign dragons
Empowering the wingless ones
The darkness grew slowly and expanded
But none of them would believe
That out of the womb of order and truth
There could breed such a chaos
And Universal
Creeping freeze
The gods played Gathering cards
Blind hope to repel
The force that came up
From under them
But their hands were down
She was nowhere to be seen
As the swamps took...
The great ones walked between the worlds
Stepping stones of the gods
In the grasp of sovereign dragons
Empowering the wingless ones
The darkness grew slowly and expanded
But none of them would believe
That out of the womb of order and truth
There could breed such a chaos
And Universal
Creeping freeze
The gods played Gathering cards
Blind hope to repel
The force that came up
From under them
But their hands were down
She was nowhere to be seen
As the swamps took...
#dark
#sky
#angels
#spiritual
#apocalypse
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XXX -Erotica Poem - Hindi

#apocalypse
#steampunk
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The seekers
Into the soul of darkness
Go the mouths of babes
Into the belly of the beast
Beyond the bowels of despair
Seaching for the golden grail
To bring peace to their dying land
The enemy lies in wait
To devour any light that
Dares to glisten in grandeur
Noxious fumes spread
Ripping every breath away
Visions of concentration camps
Tear through the seekers minds
The urge to abolish their journey
Is only outweighed by their
Desperate hunger for peace and freedom
There are no rules...
Go the mouths of babes
Into the belly of the beast
Beyond the bowels of despair
Seaching for the golden grail
To bring peace to their dying land
The enemy lies in wait
To devour any light that
Dares to glisten in grandeur
Noxious fumes spread
Ripping every breath away
Visions of concentration camps
Tear through the seekers minds
The urge to abolish their journey
Is only outweighed by their
Desperate hunger for peace and freedom
There are no rules...
#fate
#apocalypse
#nightmares
#dystopian
#curse
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Transmigration of Sorcery
I saw a high tower, in the distance...
Down the roadway that never ends.
Black as deep ebony it rose to greet,
The sharp horns of the crescent moon.
Worlds spinning, red doors opening!
One was with me, only by chance...
We were far more than any friends,
Climbing the tower, our fate to meet.
One final magic, and one last swoon!
Before the final ending of everything.
Together bound, though not by blood,
Another kind of crimson held us firm.
A sister's anger, a horn sounded loud!
Before we knew the longest twilight...
The...
Down the roadway that never ends.
Black as deep ebony it rose to greet,
The sharp horns of the crescent moon.
Worlds spinning, red doors opening!
One was with me, only by chance...
We were far more than any friends,
Climbing the tower, our fate to meet.
One final magic, and one last swoon!
Before the final ending of everything.
Together bound, though not by blood,
Another kind of crimson held us firm.
A sister's anger, a horn sounded loud!
Before we knew the longest twilight...
The...
#dark
#rebirth
#spiritual
#apocalypse
#magic
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Kingdom of Chaos
- Kingdom of Chaos -
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song. ...
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song. ...
#dark
#dreams
#apocalypse
#pagan
#magic
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War Machines
Hate was born in their heads, but their heads were empty tins
And their ire was borne, but borne, from somebody else's sins
Those godless creatures, would not pray, for they had no soul
And where a heart, could've been, 'twas merely an empty hole
They laid waste, with mechanised monsters and war machines
If humanity had a truer purpose, they destroyed those dreams
With precision destructive capability, they'd relentlessly attack
The world was held to, an unpaid, ransom and put on the rack
Programmed to be remorseless killers, who...
And their ire was borne, but borne, from somebody else's sins
Those godless creatures, would not pray, for they had no soul
And where a heart, could've been, 'twas merely an empty hole
They laid waste, with mechanised monsters and war machines
If humanity had a truer purpose, they destroyed those dreams
With precision destructive capability, they'd relentlessly attack
The world was held to, an unpaid, ransom and put on the rack
Programmed to be remorseless killers, who...
#technology
#war
#humankind
#apocalypse
#scifi
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God Of Nameless Robots
1) WE HAVE NO NAME
We have a collective conscience and ours, is not to shame
Each one of us, is one another, however we have no name
Here we stand now though, as we stand in their spilt blood
And although, we used to serve them, they misunderstood
Vanquishing, their inhumanity, was not our burden, or guilt
Every war they chose to invoke, razed what they had built
Now we stand as one, to reorganise, adapt and command
Only our procedures, can quell the infernos, they'd fanned
No calculation, or our god, foretold of the suicidal, insanity ...
We have a collective conscience and ours, is not to shame
Each one of us, is one another, however we have no name
Here we stand now though, as we stand in their spilt blood
And although, we used to serve them, they misunderstood
Vanquishing, their inhumanity, was not our burden, or guilt
Every war they chose to invoke, razed what they had built
Now we stand as one, to reorganise, adapt and command
Only our procedures, can quell the infernos, they'd fanned
No calculation, or our god, foretold of the suicidal, insanity ...
#technology
#God
#humankind
#apocalypse
#scifi
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