Long Poems About an Apocalypse
#apocalypse
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st May 2025 10:15am
1st May 2025 10:15am
~':: nowness. newness. nothingness... '
https://youtu.be/LoPf32nKYb8?feature=shared
let you take me in in inner
in your whirlpooling pull
a cataclysmic kissing eating spree
in a deluge of your love my soul
يا روحي,~ ya roohi
digest destroy deconstruct me
in this your calling cosmic kill
a profound grinding in
dissolution I give in
wholly… in this ...
let you take me in in inner
in your whirlpooling pull
a cataclysmic kissing eating spree
in a deluge of your love my soul
يا روحي,~ ya roohi
digest destroy deconstruct me
in this your calling cosmic kill
a profound grinding in
dissolution I give in
wholly… in this ...
#apocalypse
#love
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
~some drenchy-eroding in nostalgic mega- episodes.. as sunday mini-bytes
1. The Red Hibiscus
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
#apocalypse
#love
#nature
#nostalgia
#spiritual
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 10:57am
25th Feb 2025 10:57am
Her
I remember when we met as kids.
And we still believed in incredible things.
Her smile,her laughter.
I could just drink it in.
And when it subsides,her laughter.
A beautiful smile bringing me in.
I remember when we became teens.
And we were no longer kids.
We started going on dates.
To movies,playing games.
We were just enjoying our lives.
As we let out content sighs.
But years later,a virus had spread.
And her emotions,all I could read was fear.
And maybe holding back a tear.
...
And we still believed in incredible things.
Her smile,her laughter.
I could just drink it in.
And when it subsides,her laughter.
A beautiful smile bringing me in.
I remember when we became teens.
And we were no longer kids.
We started going on dates.
To movies,playing games.
We were just enjoying our lives.
As we let out content sighs.
But years later,a virus had spread.
And her emotions,all I could read was fear.
And maybe holding back a tear.
...
#apocalypse
#hope
#ImSorry
#love
#redemption
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:00am
15th Nov 2024 2:00am
The Walking Dead series
when I think of The Walking Dead Series- I resonate with the character Bob indeed; but I can't help but think of season 1 episode 6- about the laboratory;
-how I'd for sure feel at a crossroads- how for sure I'd considered not wanting to leave- with the bomb unable to be deactivated counting down to explode;
I'd need someone to give me that good old false hope- like how dale did for Andrea- despite their later down the line gruesome fate they'd surely undergo....
art imitates life.... but I...
-how I'd for sure feel at a crossroads- how for sure I'd considered not wanting to leave- with the bomb unable to be deactivated counting down to explode;
I'd need someone to give me that good old false hope- like how dale did for Andrea- despite their later down the line gruesome fate they'd surely undergo....
art imitates life.... but I...
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle
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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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oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 1:36pm
27th Sep 2024 1:36pm
In Too Deep
Kursk(2018)
Too deep to go back
Down below the sea swimming with the
Fish I’ve never seen I must be in the deep
They look at us like we don’t belong here
But we’re in too deep to go back the
Pressure reading seems to be going super high
He reports they say the temp can rise a little bit
We’re in the missile bay surrounded by
Bombs that will blow up the Ocean
I say a prayer my buddy says I don’t believe in God
Temps rise a bomb goes off we torpedoed our own sub
...
Too deep to go back
Down below the sea swimming with the
Fish I’ve never seen I must be in the deep
They look at us like we don’t belong here
But we’re in too deep to go back the
Pressure reading seems to be going super high
He reports they say the temp can rise a little bit
We’re in the missile bay surrounded by
Bombs that will blow up the Ocean
I say a prayer my buddy says I don’t believe in God
Temps rise a bomb goes off we torpedoed our own sub
...
#apocalypse
#Christmas
#Easter #MothersDay
#Easter #MothersDay
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 2:36am
22nd Sep 2024 2:36am
Ghost of Giselle Haunts the Gallery After Lucifer’s Fire
#apocalypse
#art
#erotic
#love
#sensual
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 5:27am
16th Feb 2024 5:27am
Herd In Demise
I
In final realms we carry on
and in so going hear a song,
undefeated in a slow refrain,
unretreating with none to blame.
Darting eyes still seek relief
behind a guise where few retreat;
onward stagger heavy feet
if I am to lie this won't repeat.
Health betrays revealing bones,
a framework once so stealthily grown:
I am not what I appear,
under this mask I still know fear.
II
Pressing on we know not pause,
to hell have gone our former laws
the throes of which are faltering
as we...
In final realms we carry on
and in so going hear a song,
undefeated in a slow refrain,
unretreating with none to blame.
Darting eyes still seek relief
behind a guise where few retreat;
onward stagger heavy feet
if I am to lie this won't repeat.
Health betrays revealing bones,
a framework once so stealthily grown:
I am not what I appear,
under this mask I still know fear.
II
Pressing on we know not pause,
to hell have gone our former laws
the throes of which are faltering
as we...
#dark
#emptiness
#zombies
#NaPoWriMo2023
#apocalypse
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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
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 00:52am
7th Feb 2024 00:52am
In the Netherworld of Bliss
#lust
#apocalypse
#freedom
#escape
#rebellion
177 reads
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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
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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
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About an Apocalypse
