Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 11:07pm
12th Jun 2021 11:07pm
society's undoing
I'd rather be "human" than a "savage"; having a drink as one observes all the damage;
wondering when will the illusion end; would one even want to be alive to witness it happen?;
I'd be drunk as hell, when there's jammed traffic, cities burn, boats sink, and aircrafts crashing....
where would I be while all this tragic happens?; probably with a mouth full of food and drunk on my ass painfully laughing....
wondering when will the illusion end; would one even want to be alive to witness it happen?;
I'd be drunk as hell, when there's jammed traffic, cities burn, boats sink, and aircrafts crashing....
where would I be while all this tragic happens?; probably with a mouth full of food and drunk on my ass painfully laughing....
#funny
#MentalHealth
#humankind #apocalypse
#humankind #apocalypse
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HadesRising
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 00:24am
9th Jun 2021 00:24am
SCARS OF CREATION
I remember the infinite darkness
That choked the life from infantile stars
The crux of things that crept unimpeded
In the blackness born of Creation's scars
There is the grip of madness
That won't ever let me go
WILL NOT EVER LET ME GO
Elder gods seem to fade
With the essence of light infests
All that we are to be
Ancient rites come to life
In the pretense of violence
It's what we are to be
I dismember my heart just to survive
Below the distant celestial rays
As I fade with the memories of you ...
That choked the life from infantile stars
The crux of things that crept unimpeded
In the blackness born of Creation's scars
There is the grip of madness
That won't ever let me go
WILL NOT EVER LET ME GO
Elder gods seem to fade
With the essence of light infests
All that we are to be
Ancient rites come to life
In the pretense of violence
It's what we are to be
I dismember my heart just to survive
Below the distant celestial rays
As I fade with the memories of you ...
#dark
#shadows
#apocalypse #curse
#apocalypse #curse
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vampirlust
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2021 11:34am
3rd Jun 2021 11:34am
The Eklastic Field
Thy skies are getting brighter
Thy wind is getting warmer
Movest Thee forward
Thou Thunder Stormer
Where is Thy Hell
That Thou used to raise?
Soaring low Soaring low
Without any praise
Why doest Thou cry?
Hast not Thou another?
No woman No child
Not even a mother
Thy days are so long
Thy weeks are so sure
No poem or No song
Could give Thee Thy cure
Only the touch of one
Tender and Sweet
Could restore Thy might
And makest sure Thy feet
What will it take to restore Thy might?
And who shall...
Thy wind is getting warmer
Movest Thee forward
Thou Thunder Stormer
Where is Thy Hell
That Thou used to raise?
Soaring low Soaring low
Without any praise
Why doest Thou cry?
Hast not Thou another?
No woman No child
Not even a mother
Thy days are so long
Thy weeks are so sure
No poem or No song
Could give Thee Thy cure
Only the touch of one
Tender and Sweet
Could restore Thy might
And makest sure Thy feet
What will it take to restore Thy might?
And who shall...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#dystopian
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Leethal
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 11:45am
1st Jun 2021 11:45am
Black wHole Son… An ode to Eden and Sound Garden
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology
#luck
#nightmares
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vuxus_tuxsusa
Poem Published
28th May 2021 5:53am
28th May 2021 5:53am
horizons
Fields of the dead smoulder underneath us,
Below the wasteland littered in coalwood.
Spectre tongues dripping in contempt and pus,
Corrupted hearts ravish you if they could.
Pass on their knives for fresh skin to defile,
Toast with empty cups for illness and doom.
Crows pick at their bones, with dubious guile
Under a sunless set, shadows consume.
Puppet-show play to prove they existed,
Loud mouth ventriloquist howling end times,
Meaning stripped, fondness lost to memory.
A kind, lost to terror and the twisted,
Dead hands cling to...
Below the wasteland littered in coalwood.
Spectre tongues dripping in contempt and pus,
Corrupted hearts ravish you if they could.
Pass on their knives for fresh skin to defile,
Toast with empty cups for illness and doom.
Crows pick at their bones, with dubious guile
Under a sunless set, shadows consume.
Puppet-show play to prove they existed,
Loud mouth ventriloquist howling end times,
Meaning stripped, fondness lost to memory.
A kind, lost to terror and the twisted,
Dead hands cling to...
#dark
#apocalypse
#ignorance
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oskar
Poem Published
25th May 2021 4:39pm
25th May 2021 4:39pm
Wales
Wales
I used to live in Chester, a beautiful town
and often walked along the Roman wall and, in my mind,
I saw Roman soldiers sitting by the fire roasting mice.
On Sundays, I liked to drive to Wales a beautiful country of rolling hills
and sheep with coal dust on,
Back then and this is years ago, you could drink tea in a pub,
I once drank coffee and it was ghastly.
I liked this country it had a dreamy quality.
Now I´m watching a crime story from Wales and it had nothing to do with
the land I remember.
This country I see on the...
I used to live in Chester, a beautiful town
and often walked along the Roman wall and, in my mind,
I saw Roman soldiers sitting by the fire roasting mice.
On Sundays, I liked to drive to Wales a beautiful country of rolling hills
and sheep with coal dust on,
Back then and this is years ago, you could drink tea in a pub,
I once drank coffee and it was ghastly.
I liked this country it had a dreamy quality.
Now I´m watching a crime story from Wales and it had nothing to do with
the land I remember.
This country I see on the...
#fate
#apocalypse
#nightmares
#steampunk
#scifi
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Xaphan
Poem Published
21st May 2021 6:54pm
21st May 2021 6:54pm
Zombie Apocalypse Requiem
THE ZOMBIE BUG
They knew it was fake news and that no vaccines would ever cure
Hell on Earth was found in a new strain, infallible and deadly pure
Each mutation patently intelligently designed, against a virus drug
Zealots became AI empowered, when infected by the zombie bug
Over a course, of months and years, every curfew inevitably failed
Madness roamed, onto the streets, from the sky the bullets hailed
But nothing could stop the rise of those labelled as the living dead
In the raging flames of pyres though, they tried to stop the spread ...
They knew it was fake news and that no vaccines would ever cure
Hell on Earth was found in a new strain, infallible and deadly pure
Each mutation patently intelligently designed, against a virus drug
Zealots became AI empowered, when infected by the zombie bug
Over a course, of months and years, every curfew inevitably failed
Madness roamed, onto the streets, from the sky the bullets hailed
But nothing could stop the rise of those labelled as the living dead
In the raging flames of pyres though, they tried to stop the spread ...
#atheism
#religion
#apocalypse
#zombies
#pandemic
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
18th Apr 2021 6:44pm
18th Apr 2021 6:44pm
Birth of a Hero: When She Mourns
Ashes are what's left of the grass
the oceans boil, and I hear her screaming
I know her tremor, I feel her in my trance
I watch her weep, I see her bleeding
Where are the guns, your lover's sword?
Your father's rage, the ship poised to sail
on your mother's fjord?
Where are your children?
do you shield their eyes?
When will you be ready to say goodbye?
Something shadows the horizon
beating wings that shake the wind...
I can hear the gods work their fists
I can feel the song our seeress sings
But will it...
the oceans boil, and I hear her screaming
I know her tremor, I feel her in my trance
I watch her weep, I see her bleeding
Where are the guns, your lover's sword?
Your father's rage, the ship poised to sail
on your mother's fjord?
Where are your children?
do you shield their eyes?
When will you be ready to say goodbye?
Something shadows the horizon
beating wings that shake the wind...
I can hear the gods work their fists
I can feel the song our seeress sings
But will it...
#war
#apocalypse
#mythology
#pagan
#magic
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 7:14pm
17th Apr 2021 7:14pm
Birth of a Hero: Berserker
Is this sacred, or is this madness?
I need power, dancing and twirling-
Oh how we spin...
Thirteen moons, fourteen suns
filled with lust, filled with blood
I was new, but what I've done
wasn't madness, you told me
you got this, you got this
but you spiraled out of control
So I watched them all fall
Tell your brothers not to fight
tell your mothers in order to protect
they must take their children and hide
Tell your friends it will be alright
I'll be there before the morning light
There's...
I need power, dancing and twirling-
Oh how we spin...
Thirteen moons, fourteen suns
filled with lust, filled with blood
I was new, but what I've done
wasn't madness, you told me
you got this, you got this
but you spiraled out of control
So I watched them all fall
Tell your brothers not to fight
tell your mothers in order to protect
they must take their children and hide
Tell your friends it will be alright
I'll be there before the morning light
There's...
#war
#apocalypse
#mythology
#pagan
#magic
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 2:18am
11th Apr 2021 2:18am
a longing that some how still exists
a longing still exists; for locked eyes, and a gentle kiss; soft skin, to cuddle with....
away from the wars outside the doors; there's nothing that I'd long for more....
than to feel other than the skin one's in; from infactuation to passionate....
to be not as much in one's mind as one has been; turned all the way on, from a cute grin....
loneliness feels like lung congestion; or like a lung that's missing....
though an abundance of pain from the outdoor...
away from the wars outside the doors; there's nothing that I'd long for more....
than to feel other than the skin one's in; from infactuation to passionate....
to be not as much in one's mind as one has been; turned all the way on, from a cute grin....
loneliness feels like lung congestion; or like a lung that's missing....
though an abundance of pain from the outdoor...
#loneliness
#girlfriend
#erotic
#LifeStruggles
#apocalypse
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EleazarSwan
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 9:59pm
5th Apr 2021 9:59pm
For karov is HaYom
Who is John, and who am I?
To think the end is coming nigh
For nearer still than yesterday
Are trumpets of the judgement day.
No eye can see, nor mind discern
What God has planned for His return
A day when all is plain and bare
And nothing will be hidden there
No heart deceives nor tounge persuades
No beating heart the dark invades
A day the righteous are to share
And nothing will be hidden there
A day when war will cease its call
A day when pride will take its fall
A time to judge the...
To think the end is coming nigh
For nearer still than yesterday
Are trumpets of the judgement day.
No eye can see, nor mind discern
What God has planned for His return
A day when all is plain and bare
And nothing will be hidden there
No heart deceives nor tounge persuades
No beating heart the dark invades
A day the righteous are to share
And nothing will be hidden there
A day when war will cease its call
A day when pride will take its fall
A time to judge the...
#apocalypse
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
14th Mar 2021 5:16am
14th Mar 2021 5:16am
Chaotic Foundations
- Chaotic Foundations -
Some say that humanity hath come too far, but I word it more honestly!
At times I think all the evils of society, hath gone too far to ever atone...
Doomsayers claim the end is nigh, or here and the cause of all suffering,
But I hath seen ends and apocalypses before, and still time goes ever by.
In ice or fire, in plague or war, or in darkness and fear biting unto bone,
Peace always follows, like a mirage of Heaven that teases us glistening!
Until people come to care for one another more deeply than ever before,
So that...
Some say that humanity hath come too far, but I word it more honestly!
At times I think all the evils of society, hath gone too far to ever atone...
Doomsayers claim the end is nigh, or here and the cause of all suffering,
But I hath seen ends and apocalypses before, and still time goes ever by.
In ice or fire, in plague or war, or in darkness and fear biting unto bone,
Peace always follows, like a mirage of Heaven that teases us glistening!
Until people come to care for one another more deeply than ever before,
So that...
#dark
#confessional
#apocalypse
#magic
#philosophical
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