Long Poems About an Apocalypse
#apocalypse
TylerZ
Tyler
Tyler
Poem Published
1st Dec 2020 5:17pm
1st Dec 2020 5:17pm
The President
The President
The President of the United States sits uncomfortably in his private room at Camp David.
He lets out a deep breath and gulps down some spit feeling isolated.
He keeps looking at the cold codes listed for him on the biscuit fearing what he must do.
His aid stands outside the room near the door holding onto the nuclear football waiting for his cue.
The government as its been known is gone, all members assassinated on live TV during the state of the union address by a rouge terrorist group.
The people of the nation fear for the future and don’t...
The President of the United States sits uncomfortably in his private room at Camp David.
He lets out a deep breath and gulps down some spit feeling isolated.
He keeps looking at the cold codes listed for him on the biscuit fearing what he must do.
His aid stands outside the room near the door holding onto the nuclear football waiting for his cue.
The government as its been known is gone, all members assassinated on live TV during the state of the union address by a rouge terrorist group.
The people of the nation fear for the future and don’t...
#apocalypse
#temptation
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 9:04pm
20th Nov 2020 9:04pm
bittersweet diggings of Existential Essentialism: of magical realisms & dystopian cataclysms
emptiness abound.
and then, there’s these things.
quite magical
awakening shrill cold water showers. steamy cup of teas..
that pleasant fermentative kitchen organoleptic , of a spicy
esp. fenugreeky mango~ pickled clinking ceramic jars.. in
still indelible spell of such invoking emanations.. though
sitting here as only an upturned silent centre~ room relic
antique inert piece of idleness now...
or a glimmery homemade curd... mirroring wobbly delicate
on its drawing in non~...
and then, there’s these things.
quite magical
awakening shrill cold water showers. steamy cup of teas..
that pleasant fermentative kitchen organoleptic , of a spicy
esp. fenugreeky mango~ pickled clinking ceramic jars.. in
still indelible spell of such invoking emanations.. though
sitting here as only an upturned silent centre~ room relic
antique inert piece of idleness now...
or a glimmery homemade curd... mirroring wobbly delicate
on its drawing in non~...
#love
#dreams
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#bittersweet
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 11:18am
19th Oct 2020 11:18am
Trying To THINK LIKE THE ANTICHRIST
WHY OCTOBER 24 MAY BE JUDGMENT DAY
I read back in 2016 that some Russian ambassador to the EU(??) said
Russia could overrun ALL of Western Europe within just two weeks.
The idea is Russia would bomb the USA and then shoot down America's retaliatory strike (because we have cut back on the number of warheads).
So it would be a completely ONE-SIDED war.
Now once the USA has been "taken out,"
Western Europe (NATO) is likely to collapse in the face of Russian blitzkrieg.
This must be the reasoning behind Russia's claim that it could take
over...
I read back in 2016 that some Russian ambassador to the EU(??) said
Russia could overrun ALL of Western Europe within just two weeks.
The idea is Russia would bomb the USA and then shoot down America's retaliatory strike (because we have cut back on the number of warheads).
So it would be a completely ONE-SIDED war.
Now once the USA has been "taken out,"
Western Europe (NATO) is likely to collapse in the face of Russian blitzkrieg.
This must be the reasoning behind Russia's claim that it could take
over...
#apocalypse
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Oct 2020 3:02am
18th Oct 2020 3:02am
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
#depression
#violence
#music #apocalypse
#music #apocalypse
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
10th Oct 2020 9:50pm
10th Oct 2020 9:50pm
The Ten Kings Are TEN NATIONS(Daniel 7.8,24)
In his vision the Prophet Daniel saw 10 horns.
Then "another horn came up among them."(Daniel 7.8).
Rather than to try to figure out what "come up among" means,
we dump the symbolism and interpret the horns as "10 kings."
For we read, "The 10 horns are ten kings"(Daniel 7.24).
But kings rule nations. so we interpret the 10 kings as TEN NATIONS !!
Only now are we ready to make sense out of, "come up among them".
"One nation coming up among ten nations" obviously suggests INVASION of 10 nations by the other nation.
I mean, if one nation...
Then "another horn came up among them."(Daniel 7.8).
Rather than to try to figure out what "come up among" means,
we dump the symbolism and interpret the horns as "10 kings."
For we read, "The 10 horns are ten kings"(Daniel 7.24).
But kings rule nations. so we interpret the 10 kings as TEN NATIONS !!
Only now are we ready to make sense out of, "come up among them".
"One nation coming up among ten nations" obviously suggests INVASION of 10 nations by the other nation.
I mean, if one nation...
#apocalypse
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 00:22am
20th Sep 2020 00:22am
Dystopian Hotdog , Doomsday Rant
Food.
Well sustained'.
Life giving nutria.
(nature)
nurturing
(naturing).
taken for granted here
in the fat, prissy sub'urps.
Imagine unavoidable famine.
Such are things possible to come.
Stealing crusts. Stealing any edible found
in our nuked countryside(s). The after-math.
Perhaps the ultimate Aftermath.
No body left to be...
Well sustained'.
Life giving nutria.
(nature)
nurturing
(naturing).
taken for granted here
in the fat, prissy sub'urps.
Imagine unavoidable famine.
Such are things possible to come.
Stealing crusts. Stealing any edible found
in our nuked countryside(s). The after-math.
Perhaps the ultimate Aftermath.
No body left to be...
#death
#hell
#apocalypse
#morality
#dystopian
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 4:27am
9th Sep 2020 4:27am
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Arson consumes the Big Easy. Someone decides the city is in need of demolition because individual liberty is at stake. So they try the more challenging recipes in the “Anarchist Cookbook” to bring about real freedom. But to their dismay, the government only clamps down into fascism.
At the tender age of twenty, Rowena finds herself a tourist in an uninhabitable city she once called home. Rowena finds herself chaperoned by the strangest man in a car. He opens the door for her as though he is a gentleman. He says, “Good afternoon. Want to...
Arson consumes the Big Easy. Someone decides the city is in need of demolition because individual liberty is at stake. So they try the more challenging recipes in the “Anarchist Cookbook” to bring about real freedom. But to their dismay, the government only clamps down into fascism.
At the tender age of twenty, Rowena finds herself a tourist in an uninhabitable city she once called home. Rowena finds herself chaperoned by the strangest man in a car. He opens the door for her as though he is a gentleman. He says, “Good afternoon. Want to...
#women
#romantic
#alcohol
#apocalypse
#sexy
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Aug 2020 4:39pm
27th Aug 2020 4:39pm
This po-em has nothing significant to say about AnyThing, (thank you).
Punk used to be a
smoldering cattail reed that we used
to
ignite the fuse of firecrackers with as kids.
& now, for many years, it's indicated a
sprawling reference to
disaffected youth.
Then, as a sprawling reference, to a commodity labelling
for the music
of disaffected youth.
A commodity label referencing
a Style (fashion "statement")......
Punk - smoldering - cat-tail.
...
smoldering cattail reed that we used
to
ignite the fuse of firecrackers with as kids.
& now, for many years, it's indicated a
sprawling reference to
disaffected youth.
Then, as a sprawling reference, to a commodity labelling
for the music
of disaffected youth.
A commodity label referencing
a Style (fashion "statement")......
Punk - smoldering - cat-tail.
...
#music
#apocalypse
#pagan
#luck
#philosophical
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Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 2:47pm
5th Jul 2020 2:47pm
The Last Days
The angels of God married
The daughters of men
fallen angels are weeping punishment for the corruption of all creation this is the final judgement
These are the days of the walk of Atonement for the heartache and the torment
Look at the lawlessness increased on the earth our world is being destroyed
Neighbors are slaying each other by the swords turning their backs on the ways of the Lord
It's enough to make a schizophrenic paranoid
Can't you see the angels been sparing
The Rod be careful your arms
Are too short to...
The daughters of men
fallen angels are weeping punishment for the corruption of all creation this is the final judgement
These are the days of the walk of Atonement for the heartache and the torment
Look at the lawlessness increased on the earth our world is being destroyed
Neighbors are slaying each other by the swords turning their backs on the ways of the Lord
It's enough to make a schizophrenic paranoid
Can't you see the angels been sparing
The Rod be careful your arms
Are too short to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#apocalypse #choices
#apocalypse #choices
539 reads
4 Comments
Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 11:53am
21st Jun 2020 11:53am
Western Society is Going to Collapse
The overdraft is plummeting to trillions and trillions.
Satanic banks are bloating into ruby-crowned leviathans
who clamp their clenching, flexing, metal-knuckled, hairy tentacles
around Democracy’s contracting, fast-retreating testicles.
Murder-merchants, cardboard cut-outs, billionaire Don Juans
grace the White House. Up ahead glint grinning petroyuans.
In desperation, flares are shot into an Arab’s bonfire
right next to where a taunted Russian bear repairs his empire
beneath an evening sky that gasps with flailing thunderclaps.
Western society...
Satanic banks are bloating into ruby-crowned leviathans
who clamp their clenching, flexing, metal-knuckled, hairy tentacles
around Democracy’s contracting, fast-retreating testicles.
Murder-merchants, cardboard cut-outs, billionaire Don Juans
grace the White House. Up ahead glint grinning petroyuans.
In desperation, flares are shot into an Arab’s bonfire
right next to where a taunted Russian bear repairs his empire
beneath an evening sky that gasps with flailing thunderclaps.
Western society...
#politics
#money
#feminism
#apocalypse
#rhyming
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st May 2020 7:49am
21st May 2020 7:49am
Mayan Mystique II
Mayan Mystique II
She says, “When the lights went out, I planned to pursue a Ph.D. in Mayan linguistics.”
“What was your thesis statement?”
“There is a manuscript from the Yucatán known as ‘Ritual of the Bacabs’ that speaks poetically of lovemaking. The ancient author says, ‘I dip, my wick with the petals of she who gave birth to you and the stamen of he who planted your seed. Thou art the yearning of the offspring of the womb, the pining of the progeny of the seed planters. Amen.’ I extrapolated from this that for Mayans...
She says, “When the lights went out, I planned to pursue a Ph.D. in Mayan linguistics.”
“What was your thesis statement?”
“There is a manuscript from the Yucatán known as ‘Ritual of the Bacabs’ that speaks poetically of lovemaking. The ancient author says, ‘I dip, my wick with the petals of she who gave birth to you and the stamen of he who planted your seed. Thou art the yearning of the offspring of the womb, the pining of the progeny of the seed planters. Amen.’ I extrapolated from this that for Mayans...
#love
#romantic
#erotic
#apocalypse
#college
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Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
12th May 2020 8:33pm
12th May 2020 8:33pm
The Goddess of Fire!
The Legend.
The legends of the ancient gods are many, among those that lie almost forgotten by the modern world is of a woman called Pyrah, the illegitimate daughter of Hades, god of the dead and the underworld. According to the legend known only by a few, the god Cronus, last of the Titans and the father of Hades, had a secret love child to a Demoness who possessed him with a powerful spell of lust in order to begin a breed of demigods who she intended to overthrow the ruling gods and plunge the universe into chaos.
Cronus believed he had destroyed the Demoness thus...
The legends of the ancient gods are many, among those that lie almost forgotten by the modern world is of a woman called Pyrah, the illegitimate daughter of Hades, god of the dead and the underworld. According to the legend known only by a few, the god Cronus, last of the Titans and the father of Hades, had a secret love child to a Demoness who possessed him with a powerful spell of lust in order to begin a breed of demigods who she intended to overthrow the ruling gods and plunge the universe into chaos.
Cronus believed he had destroyed the Demoness thus...
#universe
#apocalypse
#mythology
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About an Apocalypse
