Poems About an Apocalypse Seeking Honest Critique
#apocalypse
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 8:37am
13th Apr 2024 8:37am
Crusader
Speak your narrative
Following in patterns of sensationalized sign language
Make it say what you want it to
When everybody’s sky is falling
Seasons of our relative apocalyptic delusions
I won’t doubt a wonder but I’ll call it what it is
Stretch the facts into the mold of what you want to see
What speaks to you may not say a word to me
But it’s “your truth”, it’s your cypher, it’s your “prophecy”
Loose translations, contorted interpretations
Twist the words just right to harbor the impact
Looking for incidental events ...
Following in patterns of sensationalized sign language
Make it say what you want it to
When everybody’s sky is falling
Seasons of our relative apocalyptic delusions
I won’t doubt a wonder but I’ll call it what it is
Stretch the facts into the mold of what you want to see
What speaks to you may not say a word to me
But it’s “your truth”, it’s your cypher, it’s your “prophecy”
Loose translations, contorted interpretations
Twist the words just right to harbor the impact
Looking for incidental events ...
#corruption
#religion
#faith
#apocalypse
#morality
104 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 11:07pm
30th Mar 2024 11:07pm
The End
The hidden sun hides
shadows over the cosmos
a cosmic breath entombed
colliding worlds, awaiting doom
shadows over the cosmos
a cosmic breath entombed
colliding worlds, awaiting doom
#universe
#apocalypse
#astronomy
81 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 1:59pm
7th Mar 2024 1:59pm
Mad Max
There's no break catching to be had
in our postmodern life decay
of doing things the motorized way
until we've all gone fucking mad
in a paranoid manic haze
of enemy ubiquity...
absolving all iniquity...
and mission creep to end of days
where no reward will be divine;
no nymph with which to sport and play
on afternoons to while away
the songs of women, and their wine,
who always knew, and very well,
that love was heaven and hate was hell,
some schemed overt, some on the sly...
with only...
in our postmodern life decay
of doing things the motorized way
until we've all gone fucking mad
in a paranoid manic haze
of enemy ubiquity...
absolving all iniquity...
and mission creep to end of days
where no reward will be divine;
no nymph with which to sport and play
on afternoons to while away
the songs of women, and their wine,
who always knew, and very well,
that love was heaven and hate was hell,
some schemed overt, some on the sly...
with only...
#apocalypse
191 reads
8 Comments
NetherAbyss
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 2:27pm
11th Feb 2024 2:27pm
Taint
There was a valley where all the good names emerged a tongue could produce
Where the sun shone keener, where the moon glowed serener
Artlessness of the absolute reigned supreme, offering not a chance to deuce
That was a valley, where the wind blew puckishly, days passed ever merrier
Multitude of creatures roamed the mirthful haven, critters and crawlers alike
Abundant was the sustenance, absent was the neediness
Aliments unknown to remainders grew on trees, each yielded a ton belike
Such was the valley, only in tales were famine and uneasiness
...
Where the sun shone keener, where the moon glowed serener
Artlessness of the absolute reigned supreme, offering not a chance to deuce
That was a valley, where the wind blew puckishly, days passed ever merrier
Multitude of creatures roamed the mirthful haven, critters and crawlers alike
Abundant was the sustenance, absent was the neediness
Aliments unknown to remainders grew on trees, each yielded a ton belike
Such was the valley, only in tales were famine and uneasiness
...
#depression
#apocalypse
#separation
109 reads
3 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 00:52am
7th Feb 2024 00:52am
In the Netherworld of Bliss
#lust
#apocalypse
#freedom
#escape
#rebellion
48 reads
5 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
19th Jan 2024 1:12am
19th Jan 2024 1:12am
APOCALYPTIC KINGS
Drawing blood
The leeches feeding
In the mud
Lying there bleeding
Wolves surround
Nightmares descending
Death abound
We are the plague kings
So, when the end has become nigh
The butcher rides with the black storms
Symphony horns herald with cries
Of damnation come
Weeping maids
Are surely clinging
Brave new swains
Can't help but hiding
Dark shadows
Bleak, cold and reaching
From below
Phantoms are new kings
Nothing
Can prepare
Loved ones
For the doom ...
The leeches feeding
In the mud
Lying there bleeding
Wolves surround
Nightmares descending
Death abound
We are the plague kings
So, when the end has become nigh
The butcher rides with the black storms
Symphony horns herald with cries
Of damnation come
Weeping maids
Are surely clinging
Brave new swains
Can't help but hiding
Dark shadows
Bleak, cold and reaching
From below
Phantoms are new kings
Nothing
Can prepare
Loved ones
For the doom ...
#dark
#apocalypse
105 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 9:16pm
16th Jan 2024 9:16pm
The Wish of Universal Annihilation
Those who are fascinated by forbidden lore
Are never afraid to look behind the forbidden door,
“Sacrificing countless nights of peaceful sleep
Searching for psycho-cannibal things that one should never seek,
“The dark quest itself may kill an individual outright
As they wonder how their flesh has provided comfort for the knife,
“Or traveled to places that should always remain unseen
While blood from the anus oozes out a nasty sickly green,
“Every dark answer equal to losing pieces of the soul
That slowly...
Are never afraid to look behind the forbidden door,
“Sacrificing countless nights of peaceful sleep
Searching for psycho-cannibal things that one should never seek,
“The dark quest itself may kill an individual outright
As they wonder how their flesh has provided comfort for the knife,
“Or traveled to places that should always remain unseen
While blood from the anus oozes out a nasty sickly green,
“Every dark answer equal to losing pieces of the soul
That slowly...
#dark
#universe
#apocalypse
174 reads
5 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
28th Nov 2023 2:29pm
28th Nov 2023 2:29pm
The Space Beyond The Clouds
The Space Between The Words
Those blue spires within blue clouds
where winged angels roam the heavens
and between the gaping void of the cliffs
the winds blow an eolian anthem
and the cosmic eternal whole lays his hand.
the rocky tips challenging the deep firmament
sending their muted calls to space, beyond..
and down on earth, wanders a sylvan spirit
between the aging trees, a murmur is heard
the forest whispers a spotless, timeless tune
of ghouls and of the past lore of the true world
a cavern...
Those blue spires within blue clouds
where winged angels roam the heavens
and between the gaping void of the cliffs
the winds blow an eolian anthem
and the cosmic eternal whole lays his hand.
the rocky tips challenging the deep firmament
sending their muted calls to space, beyond..
and down on earth, wanders a sylvan spirit
between the aging trees, a murmur is heard
the forest whispers a spotless, timeless tune
of ghouls and of the past lore of the true world
a cavern...
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology #luck
#mythology #luck
122 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 7:19pm
25th Nov 2023 7:19pm
Gee, Zeus
Christ was Greek all along it seems;
errata in the name:
or translative Semitic schemes
and inter-tribal blame...
from one sky god to another
and that which they revere
soon estranged one from the other
a little more each year.
Then Babel towers rose again
for litanies of abstract love
from monolithic ape like men,
and, the insularity thereof...
whereby we got such diverse gods
to meet all mortal needs
like vanquishing with rifle squads...
the meek and all their creeds.
errata in the name:
or translative Semitic schemes
and inter-tribal blame...
from one sky god to another
and that which they revere
soon estranged one from the other
a little more each year.
Then Babel towers rose again
for litanies of abstract love
from monolithic ape like men,
and, the insularity thereof...
whereby we got such diverse gods
to meet all mortal needs
like vanquishing with rifle squads...
the meek and all their creeds.
#religion
#apocalypse
111 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 1:54pm
16th Oct 2023 1:54pm
Birth of a Chaotic Nation (Halloween Syck House Series)
What was coming was so beyond evil it made the Devil shake
He ordered immediately through demonic sacrifice to seal Hell’s gate,
“God even stepped off his magnificent throne
To create an impenetrable barrier around Heaven’s home,
“It was reported as a normal category five Atlantic storm
Which produced a haunting wind that was not the norm,
“Its rain bands made materials fragile like dead leaves
That also amplified the deadly effects of any virus or disease,
“The storm reconfigured into a roaring Tsunami wall ...
He ordered immediately through demonic sacrifice to seal Hell’s gate,
“God even stepped off his magnificent throne
To create an impenetrable barrier around Heaven’s home,
“It was reported as a normal category five Atlantic storm
Which produced a haunting wind that was not the norm,
“Its rain bands made materials fragile like dead leaves
That also amplified the deadly effects of any virus or disease,
“The storm reconfigured into a roaring Tsunami wall ...
#dark
#Halloween
#apocalypse #horror
#apocalypse #horror
220 reads
12 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
13th Oct 2023 11:34pm
13th Oct 2023 11:34pm
The Citadel of the Lost Race
- The Citadel of the Lost Race -
The descending of the evening was more sudden, more ferocious than any wild beast of the wastes. It was a curtain of darkness falling upon an already stricken land! The drum-like pounding of thunder was as the beating of the drums of an angry god, and lightning struck the rocks of the desert like forks of a hot fire from some darkly Promethean forge. The sound of the thunder seemed to be growing closer to any who traveled across the region in which this was happening, as lizard-like winged beasts prowled a haunted sky, seeking what scant prey...
The descending of the evening was more sudden, more ferocious than any wild beast of the wastes. It was a curtain of darkness falling upon an already stricken land! The drum-like pounding of thunder was as the beating of the drums of an angry god, and lightning struck the rocks of the desert like forks of a hot fire from some darkly Promethean forge. The sound of the thunder seemed to be growing closer to any who traveled across the region in which this was happening, as lizard-like winged beasts prowled a haunted sky, seeking what scant prey...
#courage
#friendship
#monsters
#apocalypse
#scifi
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0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
11th Oct 2023 12:59pm
They're at it again!
To label The Levant as Holy Land
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
proves only...the ubiquity of shot,
spent without a care or a second thought
when recrimination is in command,
praising lords and passing ammunition,
and creeds bear only a trigger pull twitch
in sacred ruination bait and switch
avouching an afterlife manumission
in a happily pending hunting ground,
not in the least bit reasonably sound,
as camel needles and bullet holes
pass more dead through...
to The Dead Sea Scrolls!
#religion
#ghosts
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#ignorance
76 reads
0 Comments
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