Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
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
87 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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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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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 9:05pm
6th Nov 2024 9:05pm
And The Dragon Fell
In visions dark, the heavens split
The dragon falls, by wrathful writ
Seven heads and ten horns laid bare
In numbers fierce and symbols rare
By sacred signs, his end is known
A mystery in stars was sown
Twelve radiant crowns on woman’s brow
The serpent waits, yet falters now
With sevenfold seals, the Lamb’s decree
A ciphered truth, a prophecy
Each symbol holds a hidden weight
And binds the beast to coming fate
A shape divine, a holy form
A wheel of fire, through stars is borne
Its angles traced by angels'...
The dragon falls, by wrathful writ
Seven heads and ten horns laid bare
In numbers fierce and symbols rare
By sacred signs, his end is known
A mystery in stars was sown
Twelve radiant crowns on woman’s brow
The serpent waits, yet falters now
With sevenfold seals, the Lamb’s decree
A ciphered truth, a prophecy
Each symbol holds a hidden weight
And binds the beast to coming fate
A shape divine, a holy form
A wheel of fire, through stars is borne
Its angles traced by angels'...
#apocalypse
#Christian
#devil
#evil
#religion
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2 Comments
EleazarSwan
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 1:57pm
28th Oct 2024 1:57pm
the Mighty Sentence
Soon, and very soon, indeed
A mighty force will intercede
As sure as wind blows 'cross the sea
As sure as shootin' it'll be
Now hear my poem, and listen well:
Your own good deeds will buy you Hell
Your own good mind, the best intention,
Are pavement stones in Hell's direction
Those who died without the Truth
The very old or youngest youth;
Await the day--a Mighty Sentence
"The Judgement Day--" or "recompenses"
"To give to all what they have done"
To give to all
Every
Single ...
A mighty force will intercede
As sure as wind blows 'cross the sea
As sure as shootin' it'll be
Now hear my poem, and listen well:
Your own good deeds will buy you Hell
Your own good mind, the best intention,
Are pavement stones in Hell's direction
Those who died without the Truth
The very old or youngest youth;
Await the day--a Mighty Sentence
"The Judgement Day--" or "recompenses"
"To give to all what they have done"
To give to all
Every
Single ...
#apocalypse
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oldmanG
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 1:25pm
21st Oct 2024 1:25pm
Blood Red Moon Rising
Blood Red Moon Rising
I see a blood red moon rising
I see sedition on the way
Looks like some nasty weather
Tried a coup so it’s onto the next
Tin foil hats and fur hat shamans
Crazies are on the right
Villains are on full view
Talk so crazy and unpatriotic
Lost their way on the Orange mountain of lies
Think that being true is having a big flag
And casting demons on the other shore
Lost on the orange mountain of lies
But their skeletons come back for more
They think a storm is a comin ...
I see a blood red moon rising
I see sedition on the way
Looks like some nasty weather
Tried a coup so it’s onto the next
Tin foil hats and fur hat shamans
Crazies are on the right
Villains are on full view
Talk so crazy and unpatriotic
Lost their way on the Orange mountain of lies
Think that being true is having a big flag
And casting demons on the other shore
Lost on the orange mountain of lies
But their skeletons come back for more
They think a storm is a comin ...
#anger
#apocalypse
#frustration #revenge
#frustration #revenge
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oldmanG
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 5:17am
21st Oct 2024 5:17am
Pulling PBS
Pulling PBS
Somewhere in Oklahoma
Clouds form and lightning strikes
Tornado starts funneling
10 minutes from my house
See trouble on the edge
Sit down turn the TV on
Hoping to find information
Put the channel of storm warnings on
And Amber alerts
Find just bars saying it’s not here
My so called leader of my state
Decided to cut funding for PBS
Trying to fight fake culture wars
Says their grooming our children
Looking for my ruby red shoes
To click my heels...
Somewhere in Oklahoma
Clouds form and lightning strikes
Tornado starts funneling
10 minutes from my house
See trouble on the edge
Sit down turn the TV on
Hoping to find information
Put the channel of storm warnings on
And Amber alerts
Find just bars saying it’s not here
My so called leader of my state
Decided to cut funding for PBS
Trying to fight fake culture wars
Says their grooming our children
Looking for my ruby red shoes
To click my heels...
#apocalypse
#culture
#environment #war
#environment #war
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