Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
Taurek
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 3:47am
4th Dec 2019 3:47am
Art by Retards
Under the Silver Lake
Watchmen
Mineral deposits
The boogeyman in
Your closet
Come clean in your
Obituary
Massacre at the
Planetarium
Hot-button issues
That will remain
That until the sun
burns out and
this tiny blue dot
descends into its
final nuclear
Winter
This is just the
Warmup period
Before I really
Start chugging
Along
The ride might be
A disappointment
Or a revelation
But I’ll do what
I always do,
...
Watchmen
Mineral deposits
The boogeyman in
Your closet
Come clean in your
Obituary
Massacre at the
Planetarium
Hot-button issues
That will remain
That until the sun
burns out and
this tiny blue dot
descends into its
final nuclear
Winter
This is just the
Warmup period
Before I really
Start chugging
Along
The ride might be
A disappointment
Or a revelation
But I’ll do what
I always do,
...
#death
#apocalypse
#PopCulture
#art
#disappointment
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Lothbrok
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2019 8:21pm
23rd Nov 2019 8:21pm
The Four
The sky opened up
and returned fire
I watched, gasping at the beauty
The streaks of red light combined
With the lightning strikes
Watch as all the Gods
and their might
Are beautifully on display tonight.
In the clouds hovered
Four horses and their riders
As
The War raged on
Beneath the autumn sky
Fighting for life
While Death rode in white
Pale in comparison to the Devil
Famine was the curse of this Earth
Where the rich propser no longer
And the holy ones from birth
...Now waiting...
and returned fire
I watched, gasping at the beauty
The streaks of red light combined
With the lightning strikes
Watch as all the Gods
and their might
Are beautifully on display tonight.
In the clouds hovered
Four horses and their riders
As
The War raged on
Beneath the autumn sky
Fighting for life
While Death rode in white
Pale in comparison to the Devil
Famine was the curse of this Earth
Where the rich propser no longer
And the holy ones from birth
...Now waiting...
#apocalypse
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#apathy
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Michael_Goodridge
Private
Private
Poem Published
17th Nov 2019 8:46pm
17th Nov 2019 8:46pm
Love Pawn (Born Clones)
If only I knew this world was so cruel, but I've learned not all humans have a soul, not everyone knows how to be human so they are programmed by the television how to react how to respond and how to get used to cruelty and blood and fake emotions, a broken incomplete vessel with no genuine sense of right and wrong just a soulless shell feeding on the innocent one's around programming the next generation to be worse than the previous one disconnected from nature and what life once was.
survival of humanity each race against the clones that walk this earth clones that gave birth to...
survival of humanity each race against the clones that walk this earth clones that gave birth to...
#evil
#apocalypse
#evolution
#morality
#curse
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 2:01pm
12th Nov 2019 2:01pm
The CONTEXT For the RAPTURE
I want to get the word out about just what the Rapture will be !!
I mean THE CONTEXT of it is what has been missing.
Namely the "sudden destruction" just 3 verses later(1st Thess.5.3). THAT really IS the context for the Rapture !!
There really will be SUDDEN DESTRUCTION going on !!
And so the Rapture will be wildly DIFFERENT from what you have been led to believe !!
First of all, only those WHO DIE will go up at the Rapture !!
So people in small towns in the USA will NOT be raptured.
For it is the BIG CITIES that will be targeted (by Russian bombs)....
I mean THE CONTEXT of it is what has been missing.
Namely the "sudden destruction" just 3 verses later(1st Thess.5.3). THAT really IS the context for the Rapture !!
There really will be SUDDEN DESTRUCTION going on !!
And so the Rapture will be wildly DIFFERENT from what you have been led to believe !!
First of all, only those WHO DIE will go up at the Rapture !!
So people in small towns in the USA will NOT be raptured.
For it is the BIG CITIES that will be targeted (by Russian bombs)....
#apocalypse
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 3:22am
12th Nov 2019 3:22am
Stitching Up Myself
Of supreme importance is my accountability
With morals foreign to bankrupt liability
Many weapons in
many forms
are aimed
all aimed one way
...to do the unimaginable
Rows of writers aiming fingers
keyed to trigger at the signal
Ready to undress the serial deviant;
Remotely moving prison broomsticks
Ready to write a new ending
a fresh beginning
an apocalyptic plot line
The truth hurts worse
than all the other things
the guilty man will face
With morals foreign to bankrupt liability
Many weapons in
many forms
are aimed
all aimed one way
...to do the unimaginable
Rows of writers aiming fingers
keyed to trigger at the signal
Ready to undress the serial deviant;
Remotely moving prison broomsticks
Ready to write a new ending
a fresh beginning
an apocalyptic plot line
The truth hurts worse
than all the other things
the guilty man will face
#apocalypse
#prison
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archetype23
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 12:33pm
11th Nov 2019 12:33pm
12.00 O'clock blinking
12.00 O'clock blinking
I didn't call in to work late
not that I was lazy
although my mind was mixed hazy
with hazelnut nut busting bustling coffee
dusted with no call, no see, no show
Beelzebub cussing, set free
with sprinkles of sin of man
with aspartame, the ass part of me
drunkin' in a dark mix
of sugur free dicks
set free for all to see
to shame me and to blame me
for my falling fate for not to call in late
as I'm holding my cock and staring and sinking
and thinking and still blinking ...
I didn't call in to work late
not that I was lazy
although my mind was mixed hazy
with hazelnut nut busting bustling coffee
dusted with no call, no see, no show
Beelzebub cussing, set free
with sprinkles of sin of man
with aspartame, the ass part of me
drunkin' in a dark mix
of sugur free dicks
set free for all to see
to shame me and to blame me
for my falling fate for not to call in late
as I'm holding my cock and staring and sinking
and thinking and still blinking ...
#angels
#apocalypse
#magic
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 6:22pm
6th Nov 2019 6:22pm
The Hostages
A state of condition
that produces inflammation
dizziness, exhaustion
Mineral loss aggravation
Induced by stress so easily
That's the case for many disabled
Medical Combat veterans
Imagine if their teen children
Or predators knew this fact
Manipulating a situation by
Harming a stress management program
For simple survival
It's a hostage situation
But now the hostages
Are breaking out
While bad men are escalating
Their time to fall
Has almost come
that produces inflammation
dizziness, exhaustion
Mineral loss aggravation
Induced by stress so easily
That's the case for many disabled
Medical Combat veterans
Imagine if their teen children
Or predators knew this fact
Manipulating a situation by
Harming a stress management program
For simple survival
It's a hostage situation
But now the hostages
Are breaking out
While bad men are escalating
Their time to fall
Has almost come
#LifeChangingMoment
#apocalypse
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TonyO
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 1:10pm
6th Nov 2019 1:10pm
Missing In Desolation.
I travelled, I wandered...in search of something that's pure..
Now I still journey and I'm not sure.
If the stars above me, will help me...will guide me home...
I'm lost now but I still roam.
The earth it was dead, we had killed and fed on war....
Had we been the one's who made the dream no more?
We ran from ourselves too far, ruining with our hands...
Now the time's up for us in these forgotten lands.
You won't ever find me in places where I am known...
Seems, for the lost now there is no home.
If you're coming...
Now I still journey and I'm not sure.
If the stars above me, will help me...will guide me home...
I'm lost now but I still roam.
The earth it was dead, we had killed and fed on war....
Had we been the one's who made the dream no more?
We ran from ourselves too far, ruining with our hands...
Now the time's up for us in these forgotten lands.
You won't ever find me in places where I am known...
Seems, for the lost now there is no home.
If you're coming...
#death
#apocalypse
#suffering
#dystopian
#scifi
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 9:57pm
5th Nov 2019 9:57pm
Apocalypse Starts at Home
Young zealot at Bible
I read about this truth
Owning it, I'm liable
Been a maverick from my youth
I gave up on acceptance
and shrank back from the fight
for my place among supporters
even though it wasn't right
to let the world just pass me by
but I found the very best man
he be the last man on my earth
I try to do what I can
to show him what he's worth
I played the wife in kitchen
Let him business secretary
In my home, 'round me and children
He's as good as man can be...
I read about this truth
Owning it, I'm liable
Been a maverick from my youth
I gave up on acceptance
and shrank back from the fight
for my place among supporters
even though it wasn't right
to let the world just pass me by
but I found the very best man
he be the last man on my earth
I try to do what I can
to show him what he's worth
I played the wife in kitchen
Let him business secretary
In my home, 'round me and children
He's as good as man can be...
#family
#war
#apocalypse
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HadesRising
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 3:54am
4th Nov 2019 3:54am
CREATION DENIED
Six hundred and sixty six necrophagous desecrators
Crawl like a phage to the page burning toward oblivion
To dance the macabre throes like writhing maggots before the flame
They suckle the grim sickle of the reaper six feet in the grave
Godless abominations reigning blood from lacerations
Blackened skies are eclipsing two gothic lovers' retreat
Where Lilith sought the heart of Jesus upon the altar
Decorated with desecrations of blood, bones and meat
i have come to the realization that the curse of love
is the beast of revelations
...
Crawl like a phage to the page burning toward oblivion
To dance the macabre throes like writhing maggots before the flame
They suckle the grim sickle of the reaper six feet in the grave
Godless abominations reigning blood from lacerations
Blackened skies are eclipsing two gothic lovers' retreat
Where Lilith sought the heart of Jesus upon the altar
Decorated with desecrations of blood, bones and meat
i have come to the realization that the curse of love
is the beast of revelations
...
#fate
#apocalypse
#metaphor #curse
#metaphor #curse
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 6:43am
21st Oct 2019 6:43am
Keep the Faith
Keep the faith" includes trying to receive what God has for us.
He lets people KNOW what lies ahead -- if we will only explore His Word - the Bible.
But most people do NOT try.
For example, take Revelation 13.7.
It is incredibly powerful but most people are unfamiliar with it.
What's special about it is this:
it says the Antichrist ("the Beast") will "MAKE WAR" against the Christians ("the saints").
He (the Antichrist) will "overcome them" (the countries predominantly Christian that are targeted by the bombs of the country ruled by the...
He lets people KNOW what lies ahead -- if we will only explore His Word - the Bible.
But most people do NOT try.
For example, take Revelation 13.7.
It is incredibly powerful but most people are unfamiliar with it.
What's special about it is this:
it says the Antichrist ("the Beast") will "MAKE WAR" against the Christians ("the saints").
He (the Antichrist) will "overcome them" (the countries predominantly Christian that are targeted by the bombs of the country ruled by the...
#apocalypse
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Kiddiegrinder
Michael J
Michael J
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 3:53pm
18th Oct 2019 3:53pm
The big bang.
Shelter.
Security, fear of creeping depravity. As the sky burns above,screams traveling by wind. Crumbling concrete jungle of our making.
Below, the safe haven. Those who fail to reach it melt away. Final solution to ever lasting conflict.
This is the end of days,brought at our door step in a matter of seconds.one press of a button killing so many.
Our pitiful existence will not end as easily as some wish. Madness and war breaking out in the most of our very fight to survive.
How will you bury your dead in a concrete Tomb?
No...
Security, fear of creeping depravity. As the sky burns above,screams traveling by wind. Crumbling concrete jungle of our making.
Below, the safe haven. Those who fail to reach it melt away. Final solution to ever lasting conflict.
This is the end of days,brought at our door step in a matter of seconds.one press of a button killing so many.
Our pitiful existence will not end as easily as some wish. Madness and war breaking out in the most of our very fight to survive.
How will you bury your dead in a concrete Tomb?
No...
#war
#apocalypse
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