Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:18am
Yesterday 11:18am
Trying To THINK LIKE THE ANTICHRIST
WHY OCTOBER 24 MAY BE JUDGMENT DAY
I read back in 2016 that some Russian ambassador to the EU(??) said
Russia could overrun ALL of Western Europe within just two weeks.
The idea is Russia would bomb the USA and then shoot down America's retaliatory strike (because we have cut back on the number of warheads).
So it would be a completely ONE-SIDED war.
Now once the USA has been "taken out,"
Western Europe (NATO) is likely to collapse in the face of Russian blitzkrieg.
This must be the reasoning behind Russia's claim that it could take
over...
I read back in 2016 that some Russian ambassador to the EU(??) said
Russia could overrun ALL of Western Europe within just two weeks.
The idea is Russia would bomb the USA and then shoot down America's retaliatory strike (because we have cut back on the number of warheads).
So it would be a completely ONE-SIDED war.
Now once the USA has been "taken out,"
Western Europe (NATO) is likely to collapse in the face of Russian blitzkrieg.
This must be the reasoning behind Russia's claim that it could take
over...
#apocalypse
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Oct 2020 3:02am
18th Oct 2020 3:02am
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
#depression
#violence
#music #apocalypse
#music #apocalypse
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
15th Oct 2020 10:57am
15th Oct 2020 10:57am
*lone ranger*
I didn't choose this life; it chose me....
nearly impossible to imagine any other way it would be....
a series of impulses; internally/externally....
an abundance of energy; confined; most times
one of many "documentaries"; left behind....
the cemetery....
nearly impossible to imagine any other way it would be....
a series of impulses; internally/externally....
an abundance of energy; confined; most times
one of many "documentaries"; left behind....
the cemetery....
#death
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle #FeelingTrapped
#LifeCycle #FeelingTrapped
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LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
14th Oct 2020 4:22am
14th Oct 2020 4:22am
Singularity
Instinctive license / Distinct mileage / Citizen scientists / Free teachers / Open forum speech / When peopleing was a way to be / Of course the roots are out of reach / Any field that goes 7 generations deep? / The foundations are relegated to “knowledge of the past” / Or shit’s held behind archaic glass / Just fucking tragic / But that’s where barriers to entry / Purloin to opt / As in join the cloth / Rip the seams / There you have it / Also, Mary Magdalene? / First case of Black Girl Magic seen / I don’t need a time machine to rip history clean / Slippery and keen / Is in my DNA / Trust...
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle
#Taoism
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
10th Oct 2020 9:50pm
10th Oct 2020 9:50pm
The Ten Kings Are TEN NATIONS(Daniel 7.8,24)
In his vision the Prophet Daniel saw 10 horns.
Then "another horn came up among them."(Daniel 7.8).
Rather than to try to figure out what "come up among" means,
we dump the symbolism and interpret the horns as "10 kings."
For we read, "The 10 horns are ten kings"(Daniel 7.24).
But kings rule nations. so we interpret the 10 kings as TEN NATIONS !!
Only now are we ready to make sense out of, "come up among them".
"One nation coming up among ten nations" obviously suggests INVASION of 10 nations by the other nation.
I mean, if one nation...
Then "another horn came up among them."(Daniel 7.8).
Rather than to try to figure out what "come up among" means,
we dump the symbolism and interpret the horns as "10 kings."
For we read, "The 10 horns are ten kings"(Daniel 7.24).
But kings rule nations. so we interpret the 10 kings as TEN NATIONS !!
Only now are we ready to make sense out of, "come up among them".
"One nation coming up among ten nations" obviously suggests INVASION of 10 nations by the other nation.
I mean, if one nation...
#apocalypse
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HadesRising
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 1:13am
6th Oct 2020 1:13am
ON DEMAND
When Hell has my back
And Heaven is in ruins
I revel in the ashes
When the skies turn black
You can catch the new Holocaust
If you preorder the pay per view
Your own personal v.i.p seat
As the horrors are streamed straight to you
It's in high demand
We are all goddamned
Get it before it's banned
Because it's On Demand
The stench of sulfur
And brimstone fills the air
Choke on the kiss of Satan
The world slowly burns
Toxic are the hands that bind you
To a world filled...
And Heaven is in ruins
I revel in the ashes
When the skies turn black
You can catch the new Holocaust
If you preorder the pay per view
Your own personal v.i.p seat
As the horrors are streamed straight to you
It's in high demand
We are all goddamned
Get it before it's banned
Because it's On Demand
The stench of sulfur
And brimstone fills the air
Choke on the kiss of Satan
The world slowly burns
Toxic are the hands that bind you
To a world filled...
#dark
#shadows
#apocalypse
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ELIAS11
Poem Published
4th Oct 2020 7:09pm
4th Oct 2020 7:09pm
Salient Steps Part 3 of 3 (You May Go)
Iced earth
Boiled dirt
This fire flower burns
A light bright sky
Oceans lay dry
Colossus smoke
Cinder chokes
Burning grass
Planets of ash
Home at last
White hot suns
Flaming lungs
The soot of god
Moon dogs
Celestial lions
This kingdom is frying
Invigorating reality
Mystifying duality ...
Boiled dirt
This fire flower burns
A light bright sky
Oceans lay dry
Colossus smoke
Cinder chokes
Burning grass
Planets of ash
Home at last
White hot suns
Flaming lungs
The soot of god
Moon dogs
Celestial lions
This kingdom is frying
Invigorating reality
Mystifying duality ...
#death
#universe
#fate
#heaven
#apocalypse
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oskar
Poem Published
4th Oct 2020 12:01pm
4th Oct 2020 12:01pm
the escapist
The escapist
He is over eighty
tried to escape
down a seven-floor flat.
Safely down
using the stairs
he had forgotten
the car key.
He sat down and cried.
A voice said,
there is no escape
death will
always be with you.
Wherever you go.
He is over eighty
tried to escape
down a seven-floor flat.
Safely down
using the stairs
he had forgotten
the car key.
He sat down and cried.
A voice said,
there is no escape
death will
always be with you.
Wherever you go.
#Easter
#Christmas
#apocalypse
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ELIAS11
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2020 7:05pm
3rd Oct 2020 7:05pm
Salient Steps Part 2 of 3 (We Stay)
The climb is forever
Stairs in my wake
My feet burn
Every leap I make
What's real
And what is fake
For heavens sake
Sky temple
The electric chair
Glistening halo flare
Halt
He who dares
Turn the key
33 degrees
The keeper
The cosmos sleeper
Our terrestrial reaper
Sky army
At your service
I'm feeling nervous
Crumbling...
Stairs in my wake
My feet burn
Every leap I make
What's real
And what is fake
For heavens sake
Sky temple
The electric chair
Glistening halo flare
Halt
He who dares
Turn the key
33 degrees
The keeper
The cosmos sleeper
Our terrestrial reaper
Sky army
At your service
I'm feeling nervous
Crumbling...
#universe
#fate
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle
#nightmares
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ELIAS11
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 11:30pm
2nd Oct 2020 11:30pm
Salient Steps Part 1 of 3 (DNA)
Vision glaring
Watery eyes staring
My fireside guide
A clarity gauge
Life's opaque maze
This radiant gaze
Snow cap hills
Sunstroke chills
Natures ill
Paradise asylum
Suicide horizons
Come forth
Night sky diamonds
Humanize these eyes
Visualize
I am
A child of god
Kybalistic laws
Lord our father
...
Watery eyes staring
My fireside guide
A clarity gauge
Life's opaque maze
This radiant gaze
Snow cap hills
Sunstroke chills
Natures ill
Paradise asylum
Suicide horizons
Come forth
Night sky diamonds
Humanize these eyes
Visualize
I am
A child of god
Kybalistic laws
Lord our father
...
#death
#fate
#spiritual
#apocalypse
#nightmares
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HellBellsPixie
Luna Belle
Luna Belle
Poem Published
1st Oct 2020 4:06am
1st Oct 2020 4:06am
we will be stars again
If the end is near, please hasten my release.
This earthly, fleshly prison has steeled it's bars ever colder.
Carnal pleasures drain my spirit,
And my will to live has grown so much older.
Barefoot frolicks through green grass are gone,
And in it's place is an endless routine of maintaining.
Tending to a mechanical garden that is the average life these days
Built to feed the gluttonous mouth of a beast grown on the back of Christianity.
Yes, it's a lie... My life, your life, the world as we know it.
I see far more than the head...
This earthly, fleshly prison has steeled it's bars ever colder.
Carnal pleasures drain my spirit,
And my will to live has grown so much older.
Barefoot frolicks through green grass are gone,
And in it's place is an endless routine of maintaining.
Tending to a mechanical garden that is the average life these days
Built to feed the gluttonous mouth of a beast grown on the back of Christianity.
Yes, it's a lie... My life, your life, the world as we know it.
I see far more than the head...
#earth
#universe
#lover
#apocalypse
#evolution
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MJ-SWIM
Poem Published
27th Sep 2020 3:17am
27th Sep 2020 3:17am
In the woods Ch. III Part III
Running was the only logical thing I could do, as legions of masked men followed in hot pursuit above. As I reached the end of the alleyway I made a hard right turn and then a hard left, ducking into a different sheet metal corridor in this sea of warehouses. As the masked figures reached the end of their roofs with a wide street's worth of jump between them and the buildings I now ran beside they began to file down steel fire escapes; the sound of their feet was like a jackhammer on a manhole cover, I turned back for a moment just in time for something to fly by my head. A hard edge grazed...
#war
#city
#apocalypse #dystopian
#apocalypse #dystopian
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