Poems About an Apocalypse Seeking Honest Critique
#apocalypse
Glaxian
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 2:22am
16th Jan 2025 2:22am
Final countdown
Killing field in party town nothing sacred burn it down
Loot the stores, burn the cop cars innocence lost in this town
Drug wars spill in off the street into a little girls sleep
Wars are fought and mothers weep for the sons poured out too cheap
Planes and cars and murder vests to fill the quotas of death
Theft and murder rule the streets that pay the price of our meth
Children die before they are born to parents having fun
Wealthy rapist, name over the door, caught in the long run
Broken promises, lies and deceit it's just...
Loot the stores, burn the cop cars innocence lost in this town
Drug wars spill in off the street into a little girls sleep
Wars are fought and mothers weep for the sons poured out too cheap
Planes and cars and murder vests to fill the quotas of death
Theft and murder rule the streets that pay the price of our meth
Children die before they are born to parents having fun
Wealthy rapist, name over the door, caught in the long run
Broken promises, lies and deceit it's just...
#apocalypse
#dystopian
#freedom
#frustration
#risk
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oraclesight
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:34am
10th Jan 2025 1:34am
A Day Dream Within A Youthless Spirit
Do you have a banister?
Are you walking palm upwards?
Callous from the blisters
The finger whispers:
"Edge of Nantucket, Freed."
Where the synapses play on me.
This island of modern connectivity
Lace pools of floating sorrow.
Life relays a message for tomorrow:
"Peace will be held captive until a relapse
Or an understanding of true halos
Amongst my fellow children hill of eyes.
You will all know a piece before the whole
Truth.
A roulette of choices and...
Are you walking palm upwards?
Callous from the blisters
The finger whispers:
"Edge of Nantucket, Freed."
Where the synapses play on me.
This island of modern connectivity
Lace pools of floating sorrow.
Life relays a message for tomorrow:
"Peace will be held captive until a relapse
Or an understanding of true halos
Amongst my fellow children hill of eyes.
You will all know a piece before the whole
Truth.
A roulette of choices and...
#apocalypse
#rebirth
#sacrifice
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Poet__2248
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 3:59pm
3rd Jan 2025 3:59pm
Block your ears
Do not look me when you cut
When you scissor and saw my flesh
When you chisel my bones
and wrap my hair
Do not swap my flesh for plastic
Do not fill my cheeks with youth you've crafted from mulch
Or sculpt my teeth with metal
Do not force me to watch
Her mock her adult body
Or hear you sneer with hatred
At her crying
Do not inject my chest with sweetener
Or my bum with fat
Block her ears so she do not hear to your whining
Your insecure complaints
About appearance and age
As I did
When you scissor and saw my flesh
When you chisel my bones
and wrap my hair
Do not swap my flesh for plastic
Do not fill my cheeks with youth you've crafted from mulch
Or sculpt my teeth with metal
Do not force me to watch
Her mock her adult body
Or hear you sneer with hatred
At her crying
Do not inject my chest with sweetener
Or my bum with fat
Block her ears so she do not hear to your whining
Your insecure complaints
About appearance and age
As I did
#anger
#apocalypse
#despair
#frustration
#greed
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oldmanG
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 4:46pm
19th Dec 2024 4:46pm
Black Wall Street
Tulsa 1921
As I stare at the dangling sign
It reads Williams Dreamland Theater
Hanging on by a thread it’s about all that’s left
Dawn rises in Tulsa 1921 smoke and debris is all that’s stands
Downtown shoe shine boy gets accused of
Being lewd with a White Lady
Newspaper prints the story and a white crowd grows for hours
Black men assemble put on war uniforms
March down to the courthouse to save a Black man from lynching
Police say there is nothing to fear go home and chill out
...
As I stare at the dangling sign
It reads Williams Dreamland Theater
Hanging on by a thread it’s about all that’s left
Dawn rises in Tulsa 1921 smoke and debris is all that’s stands
Downtown shoe shine boy gets accused of
Being lewd with a White Lady
Newspaper prints the story and a white crowd grows for hours
Black men assemble put on war uniforms
March down to the courthouse to save a Black man from lynching
Police say there is nothing to fear go home and chill out
...
#apocalypse
#courage
#hate #racism
#hate #racism
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PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 1:36pm
17th Dec 2024 1:36pm
Apocalyptic
You inspired me, Keith:
The wind blows in arid, dry and desolate lands.
The soil cries out for life, but there are only silent shadows.
Deserts expand, swallowing forests in agony.
At the end of the world, only cold dust remains.
The wind blows in arid, dry and desolate lands.
The soil cries out for life, but there are only silent shadows.
Deserts expand, swallowing forests in agony.
At the end of the world, only cold dust remains.
#apocalypse
#earth
#environment
#mirror
#pollution
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:40am
17th Dec 2024 10:40am
A Nucleic Problem
I wonder if the forests.
Will be just as beautiful.
On fire.
As they are.
In my memory.
Will be just as beautiful.
On fire.
As they are.
In my memory.
#apocalypse
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rksingh
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 10:38am
1st Dec 2024 10:38am
Salvation
Source of salvation
depository of sins
no cake cutting
in church promise of reaping
if we sow recovery seed
R K Singh
depository of sins
no cake cutting
in church promise of reaping
if we sow recovery seed
R K Singh
#apocalypse
#Christmas
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 2)
(...)
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
#apocalypse
#evil
#God
#JRRTolkien
#morality
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6 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 10:35pm
16th Nov 2024 10:35pm
Coup(unseen)
Coup(unseen)
There was a coup unseen
In beautiful Myanmar
Democracy ruined by a junta
Coup de tat sounds kinda nice
Till the bullet tears an innocent
Soul open
Happened two years ago
But the world hasn’t noticed
Too busy with invasions and
covid and disinformation
Half a world away
On the other side
What we don’t see
We don’t seem to feel
They are wanting the same things
We’re really not that different
Not the same customs or culture
But deep inside crack us open
And...
There was a coup unseen
In beautiful Myanmar
Democracy ruined by a junta
Coup de tat sounds kinda nice
Till the bullet tears an innocent
Soul open
Happened two years ago
But the world hasn’t noticed
Too busy with invasions and
covid and disinformation
Half a world away
On the other side
What we don’t see
We don’t seem to feel
They are wanting the same things
We’re really not that different
Not the same customs or culture
But deep inside crack us open
And...
#apocalypse
#shadows
#silence
#suffering
#tragedy
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
The Prophecy
In the dull fading light, where shadows cling to the land like whispers, a King will rise to claim, bound in chains of fate, cursed to sit a throne of brittle peace, brief as soft breath, lost as the dark night is to the new morning.
The ship of gods, adrift in shallow waters,
steers blind toward its deathly ruin, unmoored by the weight of its own splintered hull.
See, the land trembles beneath that iron pulse of war machines bound, the towns and cities tangled in a thorn of rage, while new and old burn. O sunlit city, how often will you break?
How...
The ship of gods, adrift in shallow waters,
steers blind toward its deathly ruin, unmoored by the weight of its own splintered hull.
See, the land trembles beneath that iron pulse of war machines bound, the towns and cities tangled in a thorn of rage, while new and old burn. O sunlit city, how often will you break?
How...
#apocalypse
#astrology
#mythology #philosophical
#mythology #philosophical
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 9:05pm
6th Nov 2024 9:05pm
And The Dragon Fell
In visions dark, the heavens split
The dragon falls, by wrathful writ
Seven heads and ten horns laid bare
In numbers fierce and symbols rare
By sacred signs, his end is known
A mystery in stars was sown
Twelve radiant crowns on woman’s brow
The serpent waits, yet falters now
With sevenfold seals, the Lamb’s decree
A ciphered truth, a prophecy
Each symbol holds a hidden weight
And binds the beast to coming fate
A shape divine, a holy form
A wheel of fire, through stars is borne
Its angles traced by angels'...
The dragon falls, by wrathful writ
Seven heads and ten horns laid bare
In numbers fierce and symbols rare
By sacred signs, his end is known
A mystery in stars was sown
Twelve radiant crowns on woman’s brow
The serpent waits, yet falters now
With sevenfold seals, the Lamb’s decree
A ciphered truth, a prophecy
Each symbol holds a hidden weight
And binds the beast to coming fate
A shape divine, a holy form
A wheel of fire, through stars is borne
Its angles traced by angels'...
#apocalypse
#Christian
#devil
#evil
#religion
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2 Comments
EleazarSwan
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 1:57pm
28th Oct 2024 1:57pm
the Mighty Sentence
Soon, and very soon, indeed
A mighty force will intercede
As sure as wind blows 'cross the sea
As sure as shootin' it'll be
Now hear my poem, and listen well:
Your own good deeds will buy you Hell
Your own good mind, the best intention,
Are pavement stones in Hell's direction
Those who died without the Truth
The very old or youngest youth;
Await the day--a Mighty Sentence
"The Judgement Day--" or "recompenses"
"To give to all what they have done"
To give to all
Every
Single ...
A mighty force will intercede
As sure as wind blows 'cross the sea
As sure as shootin' it'll be
Now hear my poem, and listen well:
Your own good deeds will buy you Hell
Your own good mind, the best intention,
Are pavement stones in Hell's direction
Those who died without the Truth
The very old or youngest youth;
Await the day--a Mighty Sentence
"The Judgement Day--" or "recompenses"
"To give to all what they have done"
To give to all
Every
Single ...
#apocalypse
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