Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
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
100 reads
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 12:25pm
21st Oct 2024 12:25pm
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 4:17am
21st Oct 2024 4:17am
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
96 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 4:29pm
20th Oct 2024 4:29pm
gender
Two genders
when we were toddlers, we played in the sandbox
and hide and seek, we didn't think about whose
gender we were
a few years later, the girls refused to play with
us boys, we were too active climbing walls
and they went back, playing with dolls, I presume
doing needleworks
A few years later, we realized they were girls
they strutted down the street arm-in-arm
haughty as one gets
Near them were silent, blushed like the girls
knew what we were thinking
When one of the boys confessed he had kissed
a girl we...
when we were toddlers, we played in the sandbox
and hide and seek, we didn't think about whose
gender we were
a few years later, the girls refused to play with
us boys, we were too active climbing walls
and they went back, playing with dolls, I presume
doing needleworks
A few years later, we realized they were girls
they strutted down the street arm-in-arm
haughty as one gets
Near them were silent, blushed like the girls
knew what we were thinking
When one of the boys confessed he had kissed
a girl we...
#apocalypse
#Christmas
#MothersDay
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 10:07pm
17th Oct 2024 10:07pm
Carstr8ed
The good ol'days, it seemed so long ago,
With sci-fi flicks ‘bout robots and the underworld shows.
"Demolition Man," "Fifth Element," "Blade Runner," too,
Even "iRobot"... just to name a few!
It’s ‘ere now, sharp as a knife,
A world not like the one we knew in life.
Mechanoids, cyborgs, and robots on the rise,
The rich man buys ‘em, no surprise.
There is no need for workers clockin’ 9 to 5,
These bots work round the clocks, always alive.
While people beg for jobs and starve,
The wealthy laugh,...
With sci-fi flicks ‘bout robots and the underworld shows.
"Demolition Man," "Fifth Element," "Blade Runner," too,
Even "iRobot"... just to name a few!
It’s ‘ere now, sharp as a knife,
A world not like the one we knew in life.
Mechanoids, cyborgs, and robots on the rise,
The rich man buys ‘em, no surprise.
There is no need for workers clockin’ 9 to 5,
These bots work round the clocks, always alive.
While people beg for jobs and starve,
The wealthy laugh,...
#apocalypse
#curse
#fate
#mythology
#scifi
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 9:01am
14th Oct 2024 9:01am
some white dreams
songs got lost somewhere,
verses became slaves of someone,
the gatekeepers of despair
started guarding the door
of self-respecting imagination,
art lost its synonyms,
winds became still and calm,
sand started forming foam in the blue ocean,
young flowers fell to the ground at a young age,
Gulmohar-like houses turned into wax overnight,
burning lamps became dim,
youth lost its passion,
emotions lost their enthusiasm,
tangles tied the feet of the soft creepers of life,
when the clouds of blackness covered the pink world...
verses became slaves of someone,
the gatekeepers of despair
started guarding the door
of self-respecting imagination,
art lost its synonyms,
winds became still and calm,
sand started forming foam in the blue ocean,
young flowers fell to the ground at a young age,
Gulmohar-like houses turned into wax overnight,
burning lamps became dim,
youth lost its passion,
emotions lost their enthusiasm,
tangles tied the feet of the soft creepers of life,
when the clouds of blackness covered the pink world...
#apocalypse
#Fanfiction
206 reads
17 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 10:37am
5th Oct 2024 10:37am
beauty contest
Beauty contest (edited)
Trolls often get bad press
I met a troll sitting under a bridge
looking sad
he was kicked out of the mountain
because it had two eyes
normal trolls have only one eye
planted on the forehead
Worst of all, the unfortunate troll didn't
had a tree stuck in his long nose, ducks under
water inhale mightily and
catch trout
Goats grazing at the bank
of the stream,
but the sad troll had a phobia against
against horns
besides, he didn't like the way they stunk
Our troll wore soft...
Trolls often get bad press
I met a troll sitting under a bridge
looking sad
he was kicked out of the mountain
because it had two eyes
normal trolls have only one eye
planted on the forehead
Worst of all, the unfortunate troll didn't
had a tree stuck in his long nose, ducks under
water inhale mightily and
catch trout
Goats grazing at the bank
of the stream,
but the sad troll had a phobia against
against horns
besides, he didn't like the way they stunk
Our troll wore soft...
#apocalypse
#curse
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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oldmanG
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 8:40pm
3rd Oct 2024 8:40pm
Stole Geronimo
Stole Geronimo for skull n bones
Scouting for food and shelter
A horse stands up on red rocks
Feathers hide dangerous dreams
Living on the land of fruit of plenty
Birds scatter lightning is coming
Thunder of the Four Horsemen
Dirt kicks out under their shoes
Feel a steal a coming
Take land that is theirs
Slaughter innocent children n women
So I take any scalp I can carve
They steal our land and claim American
Geronimo is an American King
...
Scouting for food and shelter
A horse stands up on red rocks
Feathers hide dangerous dreams
Living on the land of fruit of plenty
Birds scatter lightning is coming
Thunder of the Four Horsemen
Dirt kicks out under their shoes
Feel a steal a coming
Take land that is theirs
Slaughter innocent children n women
So I take any scalp I can carve
They steal our land and claim American
Geronimo is an American King
...
#aliens
#America
#angels #apocalypse
#angels #apocalypse
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