Apocalyptic Poetry
#apocalypse
Apocalypse poems explore prophecies, predictions and fantasy about the complete and final destruction of the world. Imaginative and dark apocalyptic poetry.
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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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 6:43pm
19th Jun 2024 6:43pm
Twice Removed
While stumbling through the multiverse
geography remains the same
Each story line's a little off
with no return from whence we came
There's 2 of us to contend with
if your aim is to slow me down
We're planning an expedition
which involves walking into town
What started off in solitude
quickly snowballed into more
Each dimension is a puzzle
a little harder than before
We're both refugees of some sort
merely looking JUST to homestead
Often we engage in BATTLE
and end up on the run instead
Infinite...
geography remains the same
Each story line's a little off
with no return from whence we came
There's 2 of us to contend with
if your aim is to slow me down
We're planning an expedition
which involves walking into town
What started off in solitude
quickly snowballed into more
Each dimension is a puzzle
a little harder than before
We're both refugees of some sort
merely looking JUST to homestead
Often we engage in BATTLE
and end up on the run instead
Infinite...
#apocalypse
#scifi
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2 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:51pm
5th May 2024 5:51pm
Oh, Man !
Some of the people i meet
Are so deeply depressed
And the rest of the street
Are so tightly stressed
Some habits i know
Dramatically reversed
From Omega to Alpha
A playback regressed
The morning becomes night
Sleeping starts at 7 . a.m
And the dark turns to light
Wasting health late in night clubs
'' Am i...
Are so deeply depressed
And the rest of the street
Are so tightly stressed
Some habits i know
Dramatically reversed
From Omega to Alpha
A playback regressed
The morning becomes night
Sleeping starts at 7 . a.m
And the dark turns to light
Wasting health late in night clubs
'' Am i...
#apocalypse
#curse
#dystopian
#nightmares
#scifi
201 reads
4 Comments
Adzy
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 4:00pm
28th Apr 2024 4:00pm
Omega Man
Get out of bed
Feeling undead
Trapped in the void
Inside my head
Colours turned grey
Drifting away
Not sure I'll make
Another day
Everyone's gone
Now I'm just one
Forgot the last time
I had some fun
Wish I was real
Could love and could feel
Instead I've got scars
And wounds that don't heal
Hope's running low
Wish I could go
Far from this place
To where, I don't know
No sun, just rain
Drenched in the pain
Tomorrow I start
It all again
Feeling undead
Trapped in the void
Inside my head
Colours turned grey
Drifting away
Not sure I'll make
Another day
Everyone's gone
Now I'm just one
Forgot the last time
I had some fun
Wish I was real
Could love and could feel
Instead I've got scars
And wounds that don't heal
Hope's running low
Wish I could go
Far from this place
To where, I don't know
No sun, just rain
Drenched in the pain
Tomorrow I start
It all again
#apocalypse
#fear
#horror
#hurt
#loneliness
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8 Comments
DampKitten
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 6:09am
26th Apr 2024 6:09am
Second Coming
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five, four
Behold, I knock upon the door
that whosoever… three, two, one
We have ig-ni-tion.
Orian sighs and by his breath,
all life returns from after death.
A swarm of ships from Heaven’s realm
amass and duly overwhelm
the somber dark before the light.
A thief has come unto the night.
Swirling spheres that make no sound
split the sky and torch the ground,
zig and zag with proton speed,
phantoms of the galaxy.
Angels lead a vast descent
inside their shiny armament. ...
seven, six, five, four
Behold, I knock upon the door
that whosoever… three, two, one
We have ig-ni-tion.
Orian sighs and by his breath,
all life returns from after death.
A swarm of ships from Heaven’s realm
amass and duly overwhelm
the somber dark before the light.
A thief has come unto the night.
Swirling spheres that make no sound
split the sky and torch the ground,
zig and zag with proton speed,
phantoms of the galaxy.
Angels lead a vast descent
inside their shiny armament. ...
#aliens
#apocalypse
#God
#religion
#spiritual
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12 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 9:13am
24th Apr 2024 9:13am
the last viking
The Last Viking
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
#apocalypse
#fate
#luck #mythology
#luck #mythology
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 11:07pm
30th Mar 2024 11:07pm
The End
The hidden sun hides
shadows over the cosmos
a cosmic breath entombed
colliding worlds, awaiting doom
shadows over the cosmos
a cosmic breath entombed
colliding worlds, awaiting doom
#universe
#apocalypse
#astronomy
197 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 9:30pm
8th Mar 2024 9:30pm
Watch the World Burn
The sky ripped asunder.
Crimson hued clouds fed with
the blood of dying angels.
A kaleidoscopic view of broken
wings and shattered dreams.
Sunlight eclipsed by the robes of death.
Metronome swings of the scythe
set the pace of destruction, ripping
souls to shreds.
A sign of the times lies broken
upon the feet of martyrs.
Drunk on their tears Apollyon
smiles. Acidic discontent leaking
from the corners of his mouth.
The devil’s tongue slithers
through the garden. Licking lies
across virgin...
Crimson hued clouds fed with
the blood of dying angels.
A kaleidoscopic view of broken
wings and shattered dreams.
Sunlight eclipsed by the robes of death.
Metronome swings of the scythe
set the pace of destruction, ripping
souls to shreds.
A sign of the times lies broken
upon the feet of martyrs.
Drunk on their tears Apollyon
smiles. Acidic discontent leaking
from the corners of his mouth.
The devil’s tongue slithers
through the garden. Licking lies
across virgin...
#dark
#death
#apocalypse
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12 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 1:59pm
7th Mar 2024 1:59pm
Mad Max
There's no break catching to be had
in our postmodern life decay
of doing things the motorized way
until we've all gone fucking mad
in a paranoid manic haze
of enemy ubiquity...
absolving all iniquity...
and mission creep to end of days
where no reward will be divine;
no nymph with which to sport and play
on afternoons to while away
the songs of women, and their wine,
who always knew, and very well,
that love was heaven and hate was hell,
some schemed overt, some on the sly...
with only...
in our postmodern life decay
of doing things the motorized way
until we've all gone fucking mad
in a paranoid manic haze
of enemy ubiquity...
absolving all iniquity...
and mission creep to end of days
where no reward will be divine;
no nymph with which to sport and play
on afternoons to while away
the songs of women, and their wine,
who always knew, and very well,
that love was heaven and hate was hell,
some schemed overt, some on the sly...
with only...
#apocalypse
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8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 5:27am
16th Feb 2024 5:27am
Herd In Demise
I
In final realms we carry on
and in so going hear a song,
undefeated in a slow refrain,
unretreating with none to blame.
Darting eyes still seek relief
behind a guise where few retreat;
onward stagger heavy feet
if I am to lie this won't repeat.
Health betrays revealing bones,
a framework once so stealthily grown:
I am not what I appear,
under this mask I still know fear.
II
Pressing on we know not pause,
to hell have gone our former laws
the throes of which are faltering
as we...
In final realms we carry on
and in so going hear a song,
undefeated in a slow refrain,
unretreating with none to blame.
Darting eyes still seek relief
behind a guise where few retreat;
onward stagger heavy feet
if I am to lie this won't repeat.
Health betrays revealing bones,
a framework once so stealthily grown:
I am not what I appear,
under this mask I still know fear.
II
Pressing on we know not pause,
to hell have gone our former laws
the throes of which are faltering
as we...
#dark
#emptiness
#zombies
#NaPoWriMo2023
#apocalypse
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3 Comments
NetherAbyss
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 2:27pm
11th Feb 2024 2:27pm
Taint
There was a valley where all the good names emerged a tongue could produce
Where the sun shone keener, where the moon glowed serener
Artlessness of the absolute reigned supreme, offering not a chance to deuce
That was a valley, where the wind blew puckishly, days passed ever merrier
Multitude of creatures roamed the mirthful haven, critters and crawlers alike
Abundant was the sustenance, absent was the neediness
Aliments unknown to remainders grew on trees, each yielded a ton belike
Such was the valley, only in tales were famine and uneasiness
...
Where the sun shone keener, where the moon glowed serener
Artlessness of the absolute reigned supreme, offering not a chance to deuce
That was a valley, where the wind blew puckishly, days passed ever merrier
Multitude of creatures roamed the mirthful haven, critters and crawlers alike
Abundant was the sustenance, absent was the neediness
Aliments unknown to remainders grew on trees, each yielded a ton belike
Such was the valley, only in tales were famine and uneasiness
...
#depression
#apocalypse
#separation
168 reads
3 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 00:52am
7th Feb 2024 00:52am
In the Netherworld of Bliss
#lust
#apocalypse
#freedom
#escape
#rebellion
124 reads
5 Comments
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