Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 2:47pm
5th Jul 2020 2:47pm
The Last Days
The angels of God married
The daughters of men
fallen angels are weeping punishment for the corruption of all creation this is the final judgement
These are the days of the walk of Atonement for the heartache and the torment
Look at the lawlessness increased on the earth our world is being destroyed
Neighbors are slaying each other by the swords turning their backs on the ways of the Lord
It's enough to make a schizophrenic paranoid
Can't you see the angels been sparing
The Rod be careful your arms
Are too short to...
The daughters of men
fallen angels are weeping punishment for the corruption of all creation this is the final judgement
These are the days of the walk of Atonement for the heartache and the torment
Look at the lawlessness increased on the earth our world is being destroyed
Neighbors are slaying each other by the swords turning their backs on the ways of the Lord
It's enough to make a schizophrenic paranoid
Can't you see the angels been sparing
The Rod be careful your arms
Are too short to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#apocalypse #choices
#apocalypse #choices
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MadameLavender
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 3:01am
30th Jun 2020 3:01am
Wherefore Art Thou, George?
(Written for “Ending History” comp)
“Humanity : The Musical” played
its final act—-
curtain closes, audience
shuffles in aisles;
“Exit This Way”
and the marquee’s lights go out .
“Thanks for coming,” the usher
tips his hat, and
theater doors close, on
TIME.
A lone man sweeps the stage, then
turns with a bulge-eyed grin;
“I came back to amend my list
of seven dirty words,” says
George Carlin.
“I was wrong—there are eight, and
the last one is ‘coronavirus’..... ...
“Humanity : The Musical” played
its final act—-
curtain closes, audience
shuffles in aisles;
“Exit This Way”
and the marquee’s lights go out .
“Thanks for coming,” the usher
tips his hat, and
theater doors close, on
TIME.
A lone man sweeps the stage, then
turns with a bulge-eyed grin;
“I came back to amend my list
of seven dirty words,” says
George Carlin.
“I was wrong—there are eight, and
the last one is ‘coronavirus’..... ...
#apocalypse
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2 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 9:25pm
25th Jun 2020 9:25pm
From Genesis to Current Affairs
The flashing back to zero was a booted Jack for Eva
with people disappearing sometimes millions from the scene
the refugees were homeless but was just a game for Nero
who looked from safer distances away from all the screams
I wondered when the fairies and the angels got together
would practice for the play-off as an Armageddon team
defeat the lizard crazies who’d usurped the peaceful garden
by calling out supporters in the growing tragedy
with missiles fired moronically confirming vicious misprints
they scattered middle-eastern turf,...
with people disappearing sometimes millions from the scene
the refugees were homeless but was just a game for Nero
who looked from safer distances away from all the screams
I wondered when the fairies and the angels got together
would practice for the play-off as an Armageddon team
defeat the lizard crazies who’d usurped the peaceful garden
by calling out supporters in the growing tragedy
with missiles fired moronically confirming vicious misprints
they scattered middle-eastern turf,...
#war
#religion
#humankind
#apocalypse
#historical
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Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 9:30pm
23rd Jun 2020 9:30pm
Please Don’t Call Me Racist!
I’ll sneer that working-class folk smell
of mammoth’s farts and cannot spell,
while claiming I’m left-wing as hell,
just please, don’t call me racist!
I’ll never think outside my box,
my words will all be orthodox,
I’ll suck a thousand black men’s cocks,
just please, don’t call me racist!
I’ll hop across to Volgograd
and tell those untermenschen, Vlad
and Igor, that their views are bad,
just please, don’t call me racist!
I’ll spit on Stephen Oppenheimer,
wash my face in chicken korma,
hug a ticking suicide...
of mammoth’s farts and cannot spell,
while claiming I’m left-wing as hell,
just please, don’t call me racist!
I’ll never think outside my box,
my words will all be orthodox,
I’ll suck a thousand black men’s cocks,
just please, don’t call me racist!
I’ll hop across to Volgograd
and tell those untermenschen, Vlad
and Igor, that their views are bad,
just please, don’t call me racist!
I’ll spit on Stephen Oppenheimer,
wash my face in chicken korma,
hug a ticking suicide...
#politics
#rhyming
#apocalypse
#racism
#hypocrisy
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Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 11:53am
21st Jun 2020 11:53am
Western Society is Going to Collapse
The overdraft is plummeting to trillions and trillions.
Satanic banks are bloating into ruby-crowned leviathans
who clamp their clenching, flexing, metal-knuckled, hairy tentacles
around democracy’s and freedom’s fast-retreating testicles.
Murder-merchants, cardboard cut-outs, billionaire Don Juans
grace the White House. Up ahead glint grinning petroyuans.
In desperation, flares are shot into an Arab’s bonfire
right next to where a taunted Russian bear repairs his empire
beneath an evening sky that gasps with flailing thunderclaps.
Western society...
Satanic banks are bloating into ruby-crowned leviathans
who clamp their clenching, flexing, metal-knuckled, hairy tentacles
around democracy’s and freedom’s fast-retreating testicles.
Murder-merchants, cardboard cut-outs, billionaire Don Juans
grace the White House. Up ahead glint grinning petroyuans.
In desperation, flares are shot into an Arab’s bonfire
right next to where a taunted Russian bear repairs his empire
beneath an evening sky that gasps with flailing thunderclaps.
Western society...
#politics
#money
#rhyming
#apocalypse
#feminism
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glfinding
Poem Published
12th Jun 2020 2:48am
12th Jun 2020 2:48am
Ghost Alien Civilization
When the planets align,
For a thousandth time,
Idealized inside minds,
Shining bright as a star,
Furthering rhythmic disintegration,
Home of the free and land of the grave,
Bravely saving an emotional soul's singularity,
Readied missiles manifest space force destiny,
Astronaut marines erecting our flag,
Tempting the fates to side with aliens,
Ghosts who flicker down elder Gods,
What Phobos is to Mars's cause,
Benefiting those of an invisible nature,
Behind the scenes drooling for damnation,
Eradication...
For a thousandth time,
Idealized inside minds,
Shining bright as a star,
Furthering rhythmic disintegration,
Home of the free and land of the grave,
Bravely saving an emotional soul's singularity,
Readied missiles manifest space force destiny,
Astronaut marines erecting our flag,
Tempting the fates to side with aliens,
Ghosts who flicker down elder Gods,
What Phobos is to Mars's cause,
Benefiting those of an invisible nature,
Behind the scenes drooling for damnation,
Eradication...
#dark
#death
#apocalypse #astronomy
#apocalypse #astronomy
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distortions
Aj Royall
Aj Royall
Poem Published
9th Jun 2020 4:27am
9th Jun 2020 4:27am
sick of it
Carefully constructed distractions
have sent people packing.
Hiding.
Inside.
People have gone inside.
Superficial,
artificial,
but beneficial how?
Go to visit a person.
They are not really there.
Everyone is gone.
Inside.
Hiding.
Riding out the storm.
have sent people packing.
Hiding.
Inside.
People have gone inside.
Superficial,
artificial,
but beneficial how?
Go to visit a person.
They are not really there.
Everyone is gone.
Inside.
Hiding.
Riding out the storm.
#sadness
#loneliness
#apocalypse
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
6th Jun 2020 8:30pm
6th Jun 2020 8:30pm
ugly truth
the ugly truth; the machine is what keeps most prides alive; without it most prides wouldn't survive;
the machine should be destroyed so that most prides would die; way in over your head-how some rate one's self so high;
most prides are based off of an artificial design normalized; mechanical race horses; someone just knows they're a prize;
you're not that special, and neither am I; you're truly blinded by false sense of pride; this is something most people fail to truly realize....
up until the very day that...
the machine should be destroyed so that most prides would die; way in over your head-how some rate one's self so high;
most prides are based off of an artificial design normalized; mechanical race horses; someone just knows they're a prize;
you're not that special, and neither am I; you're truly blinded by false sense of pride; this is something most people fail to truly realize....
up until the very day that...
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#apocalypse #tragedy
#apocalypse #tragedy
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BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 10:00pm
1st Jun 2020 10:00pm
Recovery of the Future
I'm negative, ya dont have to say it
I know what you're thinking
Chicken little, anxious mess
I'm that but so much more
Underneath all these layers
I'm undyingly hopeful
That the world will right itself
That we will get a star trek future
Where our backgrounds
Our skin tones, our cultures
Won't divide us but bring us together
I hope the generations after me
Be cynical as fuck but with a hopeful core
Punch some nazi's, fight some racist
Fight the tit for tat in the lgbt community
That right or left doesnt...
I know what you're thinking
Chicken little, anxious mess
I'm that but so much more
Underneath all these layers
I'm undyingly hopeful
That the world will right itself
That we will get a star trek future
Where our backgrounds
Our skin tones, our cultures
Won't divide us but bring us together
I hope the generations after me
Be cynical as fuck but with a hopeful core
Punch some nazi's, fight some racist
Fight the tit for tat in the lgbt community
That right or left doesnt...
#TimeHeals
#apocalypse
#redemption
#escape
#separation
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4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 9:38pm
1st Jun 2020 9:38pm
Ballooning
Some scientists theorise
That the universe is expanding?
What into, i cannot comprehend
As what is it expanding into?
Whe one puffs air into a balloon
It expands
when to much is puffed into a balloon
It explodes
With a big bang!
And would this ending
Lead to a new beginning
Or a big black hole?
Or will there simply
Remain shattered pieces of universe
Scattered around a nothingness
An empty, littered void
The debris
The only remaining evidence
Of our existence
With no-one left remaining
to seek...
That the universe is expanding?
What into, i cannot comprehend
As what is it expanding into?
Whe one puffs air into a balloon
It expands
when to much is puffed into a balloon
It explodes
With a big bang!
And would this ending
Lead to a new beginning
Or a big black hole?
Or will there simply
Remain shattered pieces of universe
Scattered around a nothingness
An empty, littered void
The debris
The only remaining evidence
Of our existence
With no-one left remaining
to seek...
#universe
#humankind
#apocalypse
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th May 2020 8:19pm
27th May 2020 8:19pm
Epitaph Of A Soiled Earth
Once upon a time
When the world was still flat
And man had the curiosity
Of a curious little cat
He ventured forth
With infinite wisdom
Weapons of destruction
Obscured his vision
Ancient civilisations
Wiped out in a flash
Slaughtered for posterity
And most of all cash
Brave new worlds
With wisdoms so broad
Were savaged by man
Whose word was the sword
Patriarchal hierarchies
With knowledge sublime
Extinguished the innocent
Simply passing time
An unearthly quietude
Cowered in fears
As a...
When the world was still flat
And man had the curiosity
Of a curious little cat
He ventured forth
With infinite wisdom
Weapons of destruction
Obscured his vision
Ancient civilisations
Wiped out in a flash
Slaughtered for posterity
And most of all cash
Brave new worlds
With wisdoms so broad
Were savaged by man
Whose word was the sword
Patriarchal hierarchies
With knowledge sublime
Extinguished the innocent
Simply passing time
An unearthly quietude
Cowered in fears
As a...
#men
#war
#apocalypse
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1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
27th May 2020 8:18pm
27th May 2020 8:18pm
a Prophets Lament
A bat of an eyelid
A drop of a hat
Mankinds existence
Has been relatively brief
Mankinds influence
Has been beyond belief
And brought much grief
Mere ripples in the seas of time
How come then, so sublime?
This new millennium beckons
With futuristic contemplations
Of mass poverty, and starvation
Nuclear war, and over populations
Reality looks grim
Mankinds chance now look slim
But what hope, or chance?
Evergreen possibilities
With limited perception
As nightmares become a reality
There is little...
A drop of a hat
Mankinds existence
Has been relatively brief
Mankinds influence
Has been beyond belief
And brought much grief
Mere ripples in the seas of time
How come then, so sublime?
This new millennium beckons
With futuristic contemplations
Of mass poverty, and starvation
Nuclear war, and over populations
Reality looks grim
Mankinds chance now look slim
But what hope, or chance?
Evergreen possibilities
With limited perception
As nightmares become a reality
There is little...
#war
#apocalypse
#masculinity
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