Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
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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missjem56
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 12:55pm
20th Dec 2024 12:55pm
The Horde
Funny how promises
Are quickly broken
As more lies await
As yet, unspoken
It's all about control
And power
From which one day
Nuclear war may flower
No words are mightier
Than the mightiest of swords
The blood, and ink run dry
As they release their nuclear hordes
by Jemia
Are quickly broken
As more lies await
As yet, unspoken
It's all about control
And power
From which one day
Nuclear war may flower
No words are mightier
Than the mightiest of swords
The blood, and ink run dry
As they release their nuclear hordes
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords #war
#PowerOfWords #war
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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
63 reads
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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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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#horror
#scifi
#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
75 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 5:20pm
22nd Nov 2024 5:20pm
West Indies Bowled Out
Apocalypso!
End
of
the
world
music
fest.
Up
beat,
then
beat
up
by Jemia
End
of
the
world
music
fest.
Up
beat,
then
beat
up
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#music
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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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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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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 11:15am
11th Nov 2024 11:15am
Humanity....
Humanity: ones' "important" untill they're not; ones' not "important" untill they are.... if ones' ever acknowledged as "important"....sharing or opposing "beliefs"; one could only wonder why an extinction level event hasn't yet taken place to end all suffering once and for all; a species whom co-exists for the sake of the machine.
#apocalypse
#family
#hell
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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