Poems About an Apocalypse Published by Members Recently Online
#apocalypse
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 00:00am
28th Apr 2022 00:00am
but mother
if there’s a nuclear war
does it matter if I don’t
wash my hands before
I come down for lunch ..
does it matter if I don’t
wash my hands before
I come down for lunch ..
#apocalypse
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3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
The Cataclysm
Locked within this prism
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
#apocalypse
#confessional
#environment
#religion
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
The Cataclysm
Locked within this prism
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
#apocalypse
#confessional
#environment
#religion
#WritingPoetry
14 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
The Cataclysm
Locked within this prism
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
#apocalypse
#confessional
#environment
#religion
#WritingPoetry
14 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
The Cataclysm
Locked within this prism
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
#apocalypse
#confessional
#environment
#religion
#WritingPoetry
14 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
9th Jun 2024 5:57pm
The Cataclysm
Locked within this prism
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
I feel the cataclysm
that looms close by
threatens to unscrew the sky
This expiration of dreams
is far worse than it seems
hope dying all around
with hardly a sound
Preachers stand on pews
spouting the good news
laced with bald faced lies
while they plan their alibis
As the mercury goes up
fills my empty tin cup
lets me beg for some more
time on this drowning shore
Makes me want to retire
before the waters get higher
a beachside condo on...
#apocalypse
#confessional
#environment
#religion
#WritingPoetry
14 reads
4 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
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
276 reads
3 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
276 reads
3 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
276 reads
3 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
276 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2023 4:02pm
23rd Jan 2023 4:02pm
Paperwork
I sometimes envision
a far-flung, post-apocalyptic world
where piles and piles of documents
fill up the valleys and shores
like whales beached and rotting
the wind singing
among the leaves
of carbon white and printed forms
telling Mrs Taylor that
her benefit’s been stopped
because her husband’s got a job
or advising a chemist that
a new lot of cream cannot be sold
as prostate cancer cures
it's all online, of course,
these days, but give us information and
we’ll find a way to pile it ...
a far-flung, post-apocalyptic world
where piles and piles of documents
fill up the valleys and shores
like whales beached and rotting
the wind singing
among the leaves
of carbon white and printed forms
telling Mrs Taylor that
her benefit’s been stopped
because her husband’s got a job
or advising a chemist that
a new lot of cream cannot be sold
as prostate cancer cures
it's all online, of course,
these days, but give us information and
we’ll find a way to pile it ...
#war
#apocalypse
#aliens #boredom
#aliens #boredom
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