Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 1:36pm
27th Sep 2024 1:36pm
In Too Deep
Kursk(2018)
Too deep to go back
Down below the sea swimming with the
Fish I’ve never seen I must be in the deep
They look at us like we don’t belong here
But we’re in too deep to go back the
Pressure reading seems to be going super high
He reports they say the temp can rise a little bit
We’re in the missile bay surrounded by
Bombs that will blow up the Ocean
I say a prayer my buddy says I don’t believe in God
Temps rise a bomb goes off we torpedoed our own sub
...
Too deep to go back
Down below the sea swimming with the
Fish I’ve never seen I must be in the deep
They look at us like we don’t belong here
But we’re in too deep to go back the
Pressure reading seems to be going super high
He reports they say the temp can rise a little bit
We’re in the missile bay surrounded by
Bombs that will blow up the Ocean
I say a prayer my buddy says I don’t believe in God
Temps rise a bomb goes off we torpedoed our own sub
...
#apocalypse
#Christmas
#Easter #MothersDay
#Easter #MothersDay
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oldmanG
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 2:18pm
24th Sep 2024 2:18pm
Gangs of History(5B’s)
Gangs of history( 5 B’s)
Dead rabbits on the run
Fake patriots march on town
Bill the butcher cuts em down
A surgeon digging the flesh
A flank or a rump roast
Pick pocket with some curves and a smile
Lift your watch while you stare in her eyes
She gets away before you realize
Razor cuts through time blood on the blade
Don’t wipe it off stealing from my sleeping self
Dreams dance in heaven half remembered
St Michael send Satan into the fire
And the hate grows breathing
And seething
...
Dead rabbits on the run
Fake patriots march on town
Bill the butcher cuts em down
A surgeon digging the flesh
A flank or a rump roast
Pick pocket with some curves and a smile
Lift your watch while you stare in her eyes
She gets away before you realize
Razor cuts through time blood on the blade
Don’t wipe it off stealing from my sleeping self
Dreams dance in heaven half remembered
St Michael send Satan into the fire
And the hate grows breathing
And seething
...
#apocalypse
#Easter
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 2:36am
22nd Sep 2024 2:36am
Ghost of Giselle Haunts the Gallery After Lucifer’s Fire
#apocalypse
#art
#erotic
#love
#sensual
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Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 8:12am
9th Sep 2024 8:12am
Divulge the Dam
Coercion laws of speech reign the land. For the earth we once knew was fading though, a nice dream. That when awaking one quite can't remember & slipping swifty between time & space, interval that separates. Wanting to grasp & hold tightly to this life preserver to safe your soul of being. A buoyancy riding in the waves of moving tides, waving a final goodbyes. Knowing you must due your sentence of time, filling the void of a darken hole, karma laws of past lives submerge requesting the balance of hidden meaning. To remember is to painful, and it took such mind bending practice to...
#apocalypse
#faith
#karma #redemption
#karma #redemption
177 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 5:17pm
7th Sep 2024 5:17pm
Apocalyptic Genesis
In the dim of creation's mournful sigh
As stars retreat from heaven's eye
The watchers stand in spectral line
Bearing the weight of ending time
The firmament bends, the sky is torn
For Genesis lies dead and worn
A warrior clad in shadowed steel
Grips a sword that once could heal
He guards no gate, no light to keep
His purpose lost, his vigil deep
His eyes once fierce now dark and grim
For all is lost that once was him
The herald, silent by his horn
No trumpet calls the new day born
His lips sealed tight, his...
As stars retreat from heaven's eye
The watchers stand in spectral line
Bearing the weight of ending time
The firmament bends, the sky is torn
For Genesis lies dead and worn
A warrior clad in shadowed steel
Grips a sword that once could heal
He guards no gate, no light to keep
His purpose lost, his vigil deep
His eyes once fierce now dark and grim
For all is lost that once was him
The herald, silent by his horn
No trumpet calls the new day born
His lips sealed tight, his...
#apocalypse
#curse
#fate
#mythology
#SixWordStory
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EleazarSwan
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 8:44pm
29th Aug 2024 8:44pm
Bread & War (Palianytsia)
then they said to him, “Now say ‘Shibboleth;’” and he said “Sibboleth”; for he couldn’t manage to pronounce it correctly, then they seized him and killed him at the fords of the Jordan. At that time, forty-two thousand of Ephraim fell.”
Mankind,
Thou tenants of life, and death and strife;
How I have urged thee, spurned thee to love;
How I kneaded thee to know me
And forget the ways of woe
How often I have looked upon you;
Joined you as messengers in your ways
Until the day my word cries out from your hearts
And grows in...
Mankind,
Thou tenants of life, and death and strife;
How I have urged thee, spurned thee to love;
How I kneaded thee to know me
And forget the ways of woe
How often I have looked upon you;
Joined you as messengers in your ways
Until the day my word cries out from your hearts
And grows in...
#apocalypse
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 9:21am
28th Aug 2024 9:21am
the soul
AI and the souls
Does a human baby have a soul
if so, dogs and giraffes also must have a soul
inside their being, like a third force
pulling strings. if ever so gently
If we accept an abstraction, like the soul
exists, it must include all living identities
a soul might be a reserve of experiences
gathered over the years make it possible
to know when we are trespassing
I think if AI becomes sophisticated
the question will arise
This, of course, is an important theme
as we tend to associate soul with faith ...
Does a human baby have a soul
if so, dogs and giraffes also must have a soul
inside their being, like a third force
pulling strings. if ever so gently
If we accept an abstraction, like the soul
exists, it must include all living identities
a soul might be a reserve of experiences
gathered over the years make it possible
to know when we are trespassing
I think if AI becomes sophisticated
the question will arise
This, of course, is an important theme
as we tend to associate soul with faith ...
#admiration
#apocalypse
#Christmas
#love
#MothersDay
145 reads
1 Comment
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 8:34pm
2nd Aug 2024 8:34pm
Apocalyptic Paradise (Juxtaposition)
#apocalypse
#death
#love
#sex
#war
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Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 6:18am
2nd Aug 2024 6:18am
Dark Paradise
#apocalypse
#erotic
#passion #romantic
#passion #romantic
345 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 3:52am
24th Jul 2024 3:52am
The End Of The Beginning, Beginning To End
I bled on
Armegeddon
As my mind
And body
Was blown apart
A nuclear warhead
Landed in my garden
This was both the end
And the start......
by Jemia
Armegeddon
As my mind
And body
Was blown apart
A nuclear warhead
Landed in my garden
This was both the end
And the start......
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#death
#war
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Madcinder
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 00:39am
17th Jul 2024 00:39am
We Hope You Enjoyed The Show
The night comes down and starlight rises high into the sky.
Shining down upon the world with brilliant loving eyes.
So millions of years have passed and still they shine alone.
But somewhere behind those eyes the heart has turned to stone.
You little creatures squirming on my floor.
Crawling, climbing up towards my door.
You don’t know what’s good for you.
And you never will.
No more will I bide my time.
Receive the master’s will.
For the crimes you’ve committed, atrocities you’ve dreamed.
I will peel back the heavens...
Shining down upon the world with brilliant loving eyes.
So millions of years have passed and still they shine alone.
But somewhere behind those eyes the heart has turned to stone.
You little creatures squirming on my floor.
Crawling, climbing up towards my door.
You don’t know what’s good for you.
And you never will.
No more will I bide my time.
Receive the master’s will.
For the crimes you’ve committed, atrocities you’ve dreamed.
I will peel back the heavens...
#apocalypse
#dark
#earth
#humankind
#lyrics
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 6:29pm
1st Jul 2024 6:29pm
we who loved America
We who loved America (second part)
I enjoyed America and remember touring
a Sunday outside Houston (Texas), met in a café
a group of openly armed, elderly men
they were courteous people one could meet
I understood guns have cultural meaning
in America, we in Europe don't understand
I remember a saying, "A country where the populace
is armed, people are polite."
I stayed on the ship longer than needed but had
to go home and get educated, I studied management
and later ran a restaurant
I was never at ease in my...
I enjoyed America and remember touring
a Sunday outside Houston (Texas), met in a café
a group of openly armed, elderly men
they were courteous people one could meet
I understood guns have cultural meaning
in America, we in Europe don't understand
I remember a saying, "A country where the populace
is armed, people are polite."
I stayed on the ship longer than needed but had
to go home and get educated, I studied management
and later ran a restaurant
I was never at ease in my...
#apocalypse
#Christmas
#Easter #MothersDay
#Easter #MothersDay
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