Long Poems About an Apocalypse
#apocalypse
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 1:28am
10th Oct 2022 1:28am
"KNOCK KNOCK...WHO'S THERE ???"
Furnace of blowing hot air, Uninvited winds of change delivered here. Something invisible but felted , Something foreign & rearranged, Something is different, Something is very strange. Friends no more, Foes too many. A cluster FUCK of confusion, muddled mind of madness, monsters thrive & survive in. Mounting anxiety, racing towards afraid, of now known knowledge, only wishing death to be staged. A threshold I've stepped over & the RED door I can never shut, close or lock again. I can't seem to rub the strangeness from my eyes, a horror flick craved in the back of my mine...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
#scifi
#curse
280 reads
2 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 2:43am
9th Oct 2022 2:43am
In the Time of Corn
The corn stands drying
In the October sun
All its green gone, diminished
By the imperial ripeness of time.
They are now old men
Shriveled and shivering
Rattling leaf against nervous leaf,
Chanting in the song of corn,
What now?
I gaze at my own fate, this
Apex ape, fraternal sibling
To the time of corn, brother
To the sagging man of straw
Knowing what is next
But never knowing when.
We await the...
In the October sun
All its green gone, diminished
By the imperial ripeness of time.
They are now old men
Shriveled and shivering
Rattling leaf against nervous leaf,
Chanting in the song of corn,
What now?
I gaze at my own fate, this
Apex ape, fraternal sibling
To the time of corn, brother
To the sagging man of straw
Knowing what is next
But never knowing when.
We await the...
#apocalypse
277 reads
6 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
18th Aug 2022 9:44pm
18th Aug 2022 9:44pm
Without Oxygen
I walked today without oxygen
To where the corn on either side
Slapped leaf upon leaf
And urged me on.
The mulberry tree perhaps
Saw me unencumbered
By the heavy bottled air
And dropped a gift berry in celebration,
Scoffing at fallacies pathetic.
Magic whispered abracadabra attaboys
As I thought of my lover
And wished her here ...
To where the corn on either side
Slapped leaf upon leaf
And urged me on.
The mulberry tree perhaps
Saw me unencumbered
By the heavy bottled air
And dropped a gift berry in celebration,
Scoffing at fallacies pathetic.
Magic whispered abracadabra attaboys
As I thought of my lover
And wished her here ...
#death
#apocalypse
#aging
334 reads
4 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
20th Jul 2022 8:18pm
20th Jul 2022 8:18pm
They Will Ask
What was it like,
They will ask.
Your childhood, we mean.
The doctors, therapists,
Ministers with store-bought
Counseling degrees wearing
Interchangeable masks
Of concern.
We only wish to help,
They will say.
The police who only want to help,
The mother who once danced
And who now wrings
The dainty little hanky
In her hands as if
Twisting the head
Off a chicken
Or the finger of a recalcitrant child.
What can I do,
She...
They will ask.
Your childhood, we mean.
The doctors, therapists,
Ministers with store-bought
Counseling degrees wearing
Interchangeable masks
Of concern.
We only wish to help,
They will say.
The police who only want to help,
The mother who once danced
And who now wrings
The dainty little hanky
In her hands as if
Twisting the head
Off a chicken
Or the finger of a recalcitrant child.
What can I do,
She...
#childhood
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
423 reads
8 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Jun 2022 2:18am
5th Jun 2022 2:18am
Kingdom of Chaos
- Kingdom of Chaos -
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song. ...
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song. ...
#dark
#dreams
#apocalypse
#pagan
#magic
180 reads
2 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2022 7:37pm
2nd Jun 2022 7:37pm
God Of Nameless Robots
1) WE HAVE NO NAME
We have a collective conscience and ours, is not to shame
Each one of us, is one another, however we have no name
Here we stand now though, as we stand in their spilt blood
And although, we used to serve them, they misunderstood
Vanquishing, their inhumanity, was not our burden, or guilt
Every war they chose to invoke, razed what they had built
Now we stand as one, to reorganise, adapt and command
Only our logic can quell the infernos, that they had fanned
No calculation, or our god, foretold of the suicidal,...
We have a collective conscience and ours, is not to shame
Each one of us, is one another, however we have no name
Here we stand now though, as we stand in their spilt blood
And although, we used to serve them, they misunderstood
Vanquishing, their inhumanity, was not our burden, or guilt
Every war they chose to invoke, razed what they had built
Now we stand as one, to reorganise, adapt and command
Only our logic can quell the infernos, that they had fanned
No calculation, or our god, foretold of the suicidal,...
#technology
#God
#humankind
#apocalypse
#scifi
279 reads
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
14th May 2022 8:54am
14th May 2022 8:54am
Three Phases of Fate
- Three Phases of Fate -
Phase the First: The Moon
It is the past, and it is also a distant future day,
All depending on which way the cards thus lay!
Within the embrace of these shadows, secure in their assured solace,
There, I let my spirit go forth to commune with what lay far beyond.
You shall not find what lies in those ethereal climes without seeking,
Paying dearly the cost to gain what power comes with understanding.
In terror quake the aspirants who come unto the distant pale palace,
Yet I feel no fear, for my hands have held in...
Phase the First: The Moon
It is the past, and it is also a distant future day,
All depending on which way the cards thus lay!
Within the embrace of these shadows, secure in their assured solace,
There, I let my spirit go forth to commune with what lay far beyond.
You shall not find what lies in those ethereal climes without seeking,
Paying dearly the cost to gain what power comes with understanding.
In terror quake the aspirants who come unto the distant pale palace,
Yet I feel no fear, for my hands have held in...
#dark
#death
#rebirth
#apocalypse
#philosophical
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JiltedJohnny
Poem Published
4th May 2022 6:42am
4th May 2022 6:42am
Vaxxed and waxxed and ready for action
Hoi hoi
Last year, everybody wanted to escape from the measures and stress of COVID. And somehow the idea to predict what would happen in the summer of lust presented itself.
What do you think, will the results be different this spring and summer?
I wrote an English and a Dutch version but somehow (technicalities) the English version was flawed.
Hence this ‘solution’.
https://soundcloud.com/user-973930366/vaxxed-en-waxxed-en-klaar-voor-actie
Good day to you all, Party Animals!
A breezy opener, huh?
On the...
Last year, everybody wanted to escape from the measures and stress of COVID. And somehow the idea to predict what would happen in the summer of lust presented itself.
What do you think, will the results be different this spring and summer?
I wrote an English and a Dutch version but somehow (technicalities) the English version was flawed.
Hence this ‘solution’.
https://soundcloud.com/user-973930366/vaxxed-en-waxxed-en-klaar-voor-actie
Good day to you all, Party Animals!
A breezy opener, huh?
On the...
#apocalypse
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0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 00:59am
22nd Apr 2022 00:59am
Goodbye to New Orleans
Goodbye to New Orleans
Samantha tells Jim, “Just know that where you garden I will cultivate, and the biosphere you inhabit so will be my ecosystem.”
Jim replies, “Your tribe will be my homesteaders and your cosmic egg the earth womb we share.”
“We live in an artificial world because the earth isn’t habitable. Since the cars went by the wayside the earth has cooled just a tad. One of the last infrared meteorology satellites detected atmospheric temperature fluctuations. Maybe if we live a nocturnal life New Orleans might be livable again. But know I am pipe...
Samantha tells Jim, “Just know that where you garden I will cultivate, and the biosphere you inhabit so will be my ecosystem.”
Jim replies, “Your tribe will be my homesteaders and your cosmic egg the earth womb we share.”
“We live in an artificial world because the earth isn’t habitable. Since the cars went by the wayside the earth has cooled just a tad. One of the last infrared meteorology satellites detected atmospheric temperature fluctuations. Maybe if we live a nocturnal life New Orleans might be livable again. But know I am pipe...
#love
#romantic
#environment #apocalypse
#environment #apocalypse
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0 Comments
CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
21st Apr 2022 6:30am
21st Apr 2022 6:30am
Black Apocalypse
distant clang
metallic bells
foreboding coming shapes
propelled beyond
weakening prismatics
of hell
waxing rusted horizon
chariots of cloud
...
metallic bells
foreboding coming shapes
propelled beyond
weakening prismatics
of hell
waxing rusted horizon
chariots of cloud
...
#dark
#war
#spiritual
#apocalypse
#mythology
210 reads
0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2022 11:04pm
22nd Feb 2022 11:04pm
Tears of the Lost Star
Alaska was my home, but I have traveled many places on this Earth
Experiencing not only it's love, but also, its wicked hurt,
"From diseases to acts of human kindness
Through it all I have become the final witness,
"A police officer takes time from walking his beat
To buy a homeless man new clothing and something to eat,
"While corrupt governments continue to become rich
Treating all others like trash in a ditch,
"From wonderful beginnings to tragic endings
Constantly falling by the wayside and never winning, ...
Experiencing not only it's love, but also, its wicked hurt,
"From diseases to acts of human kindness
Through it all I have become the final witness,
"A police officer takes time from walking his beat
To buy a homeless man new clothing and something to eat,
"While corrupt governments continue to become rich
Treating all others like trash in a ditch,
"From wonderful beginnings to tragic endings
Constantly falling by the wayside and never winning, ...
#humankind
#apocalypse
409 reads
13 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 10:22pm
7th Feb 2022 10:22pm
everyday thoughts
sighs*.... if this is all that there is.... we're born, we live then die, and that's it?.... well....
it gives so much weight to perspective;
it really truly shows you how sad this human species is....
on another note, there's no length to where some would go- understandably so- to find something to add to the emptiness, to feel as closest to whole....
the big picture? perhaps peace, and contentment? some sort of balance? no amount of money or status guarantees this....
being...
it gives so much weight to perspective;
it really truly shows you how sad this human species is....
on another note, there's no length to where some would go- understandably so- to find something to add to the emptiness, to feel as closest to whole....
the big picture? perhaps peace, and contentment? some sort of balance? no amount of money or status guarantees this....
being...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#boredom
#sadness
#apocalypse
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