Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
AltairEndian
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 8:37am
14th Jul 2019 8:37am
When the masks fall
The theater was silent
The stage was set
A thousand eyes examining its slightest tremble
Made it seem like glowing with anticipation
In a circle all around the stage they sit
Under the starlit sky
A beautiful summer night carries them to a land of dreams
As the actors appear and the play begins
They are moving forward, coming from the south and facing towards the north
In slow motion they crawl
On their hands and their feet and the movement of them all
Seems like the wind trying to move a stone
This goes on for an...
The stage was set
A thousand eyes examining its slightest tremble
Made it seem like glowing with anticipation
In a circle all around the stage they sit
Under the starlit sky
A beautiful summer night carries them to a land of dreams
As the actors appear and the play begins
They are moving forward, coming from the south and facing towards the north
In slow motion they crawl
On their hands and their feet and the movement of them all
Seems like the wind trying to move a stone
This goes on for an...
#devil
#angels
#apocalypse
#mythology
#redemption
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BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 6:03am
14th Jul 2019 6:03am
the cult's guest speaker...
and now, without further ado, our cult’s Guest Speaker…
Honored dignitaries, acolytes, initiates and children of all ages: I thank you for your interest and for your attendance-
Tonight I will address “The virtues of lust versus the vicissitudes of love”. My time among you is as limited as my thesis is deep. I have been admonished to radically truncate my talk; accordingly I will dispense with the slide, chart, recording, film, kinescope, magic lantern, pantomime, interpretive dance and puppetry elements of my presentation.
(Ahem.)
Excuse me,...
Honored dignitaries, acolytes, initiates and children of all ages: I thank you for your interest and for your attendance-
Tonight I will address “The virtues of lust versus the vicissitudes of love”. My time among you is as limited as my thesis is deep. I have been admonished to radically truncate my talk; accordingly I will dispense with the slide, chart, recording, film, kinescope, magic lantern, pantomime, interpretive dance and puppetry elements of my presentation.
(Ahem.)
Excuse me,...
#faith
#apocalypse
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 1:39pm
11th Jul 2019 1:39pm
The End of Abortion Is Coming SOON
When the Bible wants to state the superlative it uses the form x of x.
If it wants to speak of the greatest king, it says the "king of kings".
To speak of the greatest Lord, the term is "Lord of Lords."
To speak of the greatest (in length) age, the Jews would say "age of ages." Likewise, if the Bible wanted to describe Woman as the most glorious of God's creatures, it would say she is "the glory of the glory of God."
And that is exactly what it does actually say !!
For we read that "man is the glory of God, and woman is the glory of man"(1 Corinthians 11.7). ...
If it wants to speak of the greatest king, it says the "king of kings".
To speak of the greatest Lord, the term is "Lord of Lords."
To speak of the greatest (in length) age, the Jews would say "age of ages." Likewise, if the Bible wanted to describe Woman as the most glorious of God's creatures, it would say she is "the glory of the glory of God."
And that is exactly what it does actually say !!
For we read that "man is the glory of God, and woman is the glory of man"(1 Corinthians 11.7). ...
#apocalypse
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Jul 2019 10:38am
5th Jul 2019 10:38am
Hong Kong
Hong Kong
Should you be in doubt
it is Chinese through and through
not a British colony
who reluctantly had to give it back?
They introduced democracy which as
false as the American kind,
China is not a democracy.
but they
have got rid of poverty and corruption is a hanging offence.
The students in Hong Kong have led
people astray, they need a good spanking,
dreaming of an independent nation was
criminals can hide like it should be Israel.
So, let us repeat Honk Kong is Chine.
Should you be in doubt
it is Chinese through and through
not a British colony
who reluctantly had to give it back?
They introduced democracy which as
false as the American kind,
China is not a democracy.
but they
have got rid of poverty and corruption is a hanging offence.
The students in Hong Kong have led
people astray, they need a good spanking,
dreaming of an independent nation was
criminals can hide like it should be Israel.
So, let us repeat Honk Kong is Chine.
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2019 1:31am
3rd Jul 2019 1:31am
The Murder Ballad (with the devilish Crimsin)
Phone The Murder Ballad
Down in the depths
of this fucking cesspit
you ain't got the slightest notion--
of what you have summoned
Well, tonight's your lucky night dumb cunt,
tonight it's a two for one...
enters the devil's mistress
you'll feel me in your balls
ache, twist burn
fellas what do you know about me?
call me Meph
not the drug ignorant fuck
it's short for Mephisto
I'm the beast that rips up your cunt
gets drunk on your blood
I'm lucy...
Down in the depths
of this fucking cesspit
you ain't got the slightest notion--
of what you have summoned
Well, tonight's your lucky night dumb cunt,
tonight it's a two for one...
enters the devil's mistress
you'll feel me in your balls
ache, twist burn
fellas what do you know about me?
call me Meph
not the drug ignorant fuck
it's short for Mephisto
I'm the beast that rips up your cunt
gets drunk on your blood
I'm lucy...
#dark
#monsters
#apocalypse
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inechoingsilence
Bumped 30th Jun 2019 6:44am
26th Jun 2019 4:21am
26th Jun 2019 4:21am
The Silence
The clearing in the center of the ancient forest
My world, where I danced and sang my words
Flying free to the highest heights unrestrained
Each letter, intonation, a product of divine soul
Freeing sparks of holiness from below to Above
This was my Garden of Eden, sweetest eternity
What happens when Heaven falls to The Silence?
Silence viciously smothered Words and Music
Brought Paradise to desolate, apocalyptic ruins
Frozen ashes fell from the gray, opaque heavens
Impossible to run, each step weighted with pain ...
My world, where I danced and sang my words
Flying free to the highest heights unrestrained
Each letter, intonation, a product of divine soul
Freeing sparks of holiness from below to Above
This was my Garden of Eden, sweetest eternity
What happens when Heaven falls to The Silence?
Silence viciously smothered Words and Music
Brought Paradise to desolate, apocalyptic ruins
Frozen ashes fell from the gray, opaque heavens
Impossible to run, each step weighted with pain ...
#dark
#apocalypse
#emptiness #curse
#emptiness #curse
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MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
27th Jun 2019 3:00pm
27th Jun 2019 3:00pm
Toxic Dunes
My brain is melted
My brain is gone
My body's wasting
My muscles spawn
Tumorous growths
Great inflamed glands
Cantankerous filth
In the most barren of lands
The desert's great
Meaning it spans
The entire world
The barren lands
The sands all burn
Underneath the sun
And magma does churn
In the hearts of the sons
Squalor we live in, constantly
We're primitive and suffering
I've read about the times of before
In shredded papers beneath dunes
I mourn for things like "Well-water" ...
My brain is gone
My body's wasting
My muscles spawn
Tumorous growths
Great inflamed glands
Cantankerous filth
In the most barren of lands
The desert's great
Meaning it spans
The entire world
The barren lands
The sands all burn
Underneath the sun
And magma does churn
In the hearts of the sons
Squalor we live in, constantly
We're primitive and suffering
I've read about the times of before
In shredded papers beneath dunes
I mourn for things like "Well-water" ...
#apocalypse
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2019 1:35pm
23rd Jun 2019 1:35pm
Seen The Future
I have seen the future
It’s all based on the past
Finding it hard to breathe
Watching helplessly
As the world slowly falls apart
The opposite and equal reaction
The equilibrium of destruction
Everything is lost in translation
Nuance of misunderstanding
Enough to turn peace to disaster
I have seen the future
It’s no longer blue and green
A scorched earth
History records how the torch was lit
The fire unleashed
For all the intelligence
It was just children at play
Tantrums and...
It’s all based on the past
Finding it hard to breathe
Watching helplessly
As the world slowly falls apart
The opposite and equal reaction
The equilibrium of destruction
Everything is lost in translation
Nuance of misunderstanding
Enough to turn peace to disaster
I have seen the future
It’s no longer blue and green
A scorched earth
History records how the torch was lit
The fire unleashed
For all the intelligence
It was just children at play
Tantrums and...
#dark
#dreams
#apocalypse
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 9:36am
14th Jun 2019 9:36am
I've seen the future
I've known the truth, since the day my eyes were opened,
That this world is amazing, yet equally frightening.
Since I saw Michael Jackson, dancing on The Soul Train TV Show.
Since I saw E.T. die, because he couldn't phone home.
Since I saw Neil Armstrong, land on the moon.
Since I saw Uri Geller getting paid, to simply bend spoons.
The truth will set you free. Your ignorance will blind you.
If you’re lost in the darkness, his light will guide you.
All my young life, I believed what I was shown,
Until my life scarred me and now I...
That this world is amazing, yet equally frightening.
Since I saw Michael Jackson, dancing on The Soul Train TV Show.
Since I saw E.T. die, because he couldn't phone home.
Since I saw Neil Armstrong, land on the moon.
Since I saw Uri Geller getting paid, to simply bend spoons.
The truth will set you free. Your ignorance will blind you.
If you’re lost in the darkness, his light will guide you.
All my young life, I believed what I was shown,
Until my life scarred me and now I...
#religion
#God
#TruthOfLife
#memories
#apocalypse
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 1:16pm
9th Jun 2019 1:16pm
stampede
exterior; smooth, crisp, clean; interior quiet before the inevitable stampede; a betting game, with spinning wheels and rush that kills;
heart and mind on the line; those rolling dice; emotional suicide; heaven is a state of mind that surely differs through each set of eyes;
that extra storage space inside; keeps some sort of hope alive....
heart and mind on the line; those rolling dice; emotional suicide; heaven is a state of mind that surely differs through each set of eyes;
that extra storage space inside; keeps some sort of hope alive....
#humankind
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle #hurt
#LifeCycle #hurt
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Phaedra_Farrow
Ina
Ina
Poem Published
31st May 2019 4:02am
31st May 2019 4:02am
Crows
Crows
I found myself, caught, tangled up, in Lucifer's
dream catcher.
Contrary to, what, one might, assume.
Even, the devil, sleeps.
to my surprise, he dreamt of me.
When I was a girl, I remember,
Sitting in Lafayette cemetery.
Writing love letters, to Azazael.
My heart, bled, words, onto parchment.
Spilling, my darkest secrets, acting out, the hidden fantasies, that long while, played through, my head.
My desires, that were, unfathomable, among
my peers, I would sit there, in the company
of crows. In...
I found myself, caught, tangled up, in Lucifer's
dream catcher.
Contrary to, what, one might, assume.
Even, the devil, sleeps.
to my surprise, he dreamt of me.
When I was a girl, I remember,
Sitting in Lafayette cemetery.
Writing love letters, to Azazael.
My heart, bled, words, onto parchment.
Spilling, my darkest secrets, acting out, the hidden fantasies, that long while, played through, my head.
My desires, that were, unfathomable, among
my peers, I would sit there, in the company
of crows. In...
#fate
#apocalypse
#nightmares
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1 Comment
MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
30th May 2019 9:34am
30th May 2019 9:34am
In the woods. Ch./II-P./III
I made up my mind after another howling night in the tent I fashioned from tarps and scraps of leaves, sticks, and bark. I have to leave this place before I go mad and even in an uninfected state I become no better than those wretched rabid roamers, doomed to madness and painful death.
I'm writing this after a full day's walk, and a tough one at that. I'm high up in the mountains, only a few dozen miles out of the city but still the elevation adds on quite a bit. I'm close to the city now, with the help of a few slopes I could simply slide my way down with this old raggedy carpet...
I'm writing this after a full day's walk, and a tough one at that. I'm high up in the mountains, only a few dozen miles out of the city but still the elevation adds on quite a bit. I'm close to the city now, with the help of a few slopes I could simply slide my way down with this old raggedy carpet...
#apocalypse
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