Poems About an Apocalypse by Top Critiquers
#apocalypse
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 6:48am
8th Mar 2025 6:48am
On The Brink ( A Collaboration with Vision_of_insanity)
It's arriving today
Our own extinction
Created with hate
For evil we annihilate
Been digging graves
Under a blood red moon
Until the enemy caves
Falling like a lead balloon
Filling our lungs
With winds of death
Crushing our bones
And burning our flesh
Air raid siren screams
Feeling panic build inside
Acid infested streams
Death rolls in with the tide
Our world is under siege
Because of "their" reign
For those who survive
Nothing but torment, famine and pain...
Our own extinction
Created with hate
For evil we annihilate
Been digging graves
Under a blood red moon
Until the enemy caves
Falling like a lead balloon
Filling our lungs
With winds of death
Crushing our bones
And burning our flesh
Air raid siren screams
Feeling panic build inside
Acid infested streams
Death rolls in with the tide
Our world is under siege
Because of "their" reign
For those who survive
Nothing but torment, famine and pain...
#apocalypse
#philosophical
154 reads
17 Comments
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
238 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
19th Jan 2023 5:34pm
19th Jan 2023 5:34pm
future
the future is before us
I can see it mouth watering
licking my lips for the meal...still cooking
fried chicken boiling in oil
yum, yum
but I'm not dumb
daddy wants a war
it must be times three
the apocalypse is upon us
those who are awake, heed
rising through the ranks is technology
intelligence is shining through all the races
it's a space race to define and refine us
mixed up feelings get in the way
but it's all about evolving in the power play
control is needed, self control...
I can see it mouth watering
licking my lips for the meal...still cooking
fried chicken boiling in oil
yum, yum
but I'm not dumb
daddy wants a war
it must be times three
the apocalypse is upon us
those who are awake, heed
rising through the ranks is technology
intelligence is shining through all the races
it's a space race to define and refine us
mixed up feelings get in the way
but it's all about evolving in the power play
control is needed, self control...
#angels
#apocalypse
351 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Apr 2019 11:11am
26th Apr 2019 11:11am
A DEMON STORM
#apocalypse
#nightmares
#curse
641 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th May 2019 8:47pm
20th May 2019 8:47pm
To Mother (A Prayer after the Cataclysms)
Tales from the Old Man – The Defiant Heart
We sat around the camp fire under the stars
as we felt the cool mountain breeze in our faces
Then the old man stood and walked in circles around the fire.
His tattered robes swayed in the light wind.
With his gaze on the flames he lifted his cup and began:
“In those ancient times
They raped, pillaged and exploited her
They plundered everything she had given them
Through the centuries they treated her without care
And though she always gave her love in return
The eons of abuse took a...
We sat around the camp fire under the stars
as we felt the cool mountain breeze in our faces
Then the old man stood and walked in circles around the fire.
His tattered robes swayed in the light wind.
With his gaze on the flames he lifted his cup and began:
“In those ancient times
They raped, pillaged and exploited her
They plundered everything she had given them
Through the centuries they treated her without care
And though she always gave her love in return
The eons of abuse took a...
#earth
#environment
#apocalypse #LifeCycle
#apocalypse #LifeCycle
683 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
17th May 2021 11:02pm
17th May 2021 11:02pm
~the shadow bird
the sudden storming in silhouetty tauktae bird
spreads shadowy high. ..an umbrellaing heavy
eclipsing fallen span of an enshrouding silence..
casts now, the corroding universal erode mode
-a thorough nonstop soulsap~ squeegeeing in
inhumane landfall famine, of the mirage hearts...
fuming off... until all the sparse stuck
remnantal lil dome dotting droplets.. of
warm wet~blotty habitat hut spots...
& the blinding mirrorsuns hung within..
in pure concentrate calendar springs
of the Himalayan...
spreads shadowy high. ..an umbrellaing heavy
eclipsing fallen span of an enshrouding silence..
casts now, the corroding universal erode mode
-a thorough nonstop soulsap~ squeegeeing in
inhumane landfall famine, of the mirage hearts...
fuming off... until all the sparse stuck
remnantal lil dome dotting droplets.. of
warm wet~blotty habitat hut spots...
& the blinding mirrorsuns hung within..
in pure concentrate calendar springs
of the Himalayan...
#love
#storm
#faith
#apocalypse
#pandemic
644 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2012 10:44pm
2nd Nov 2012 10:44pm
KING LEAR 2012
This evolves from the king’s famous outburst in Shakespeare’s play, a tale of disintegrating sanity, family and society. “Let copulation thrive…” This is an imaginary musing of a King Lear in an apocalyptic society.
Let copulation thrive!
Let naughty couples swive
And indulge their sex drive!
Let lads and lasses jive,
Let British workers skive,
Good men no longer strive!
Let drunken drivers drive!
Let gangs each other knive!
Let aliens arrive!
Let Wall Street take a dive!
Next day, who’ll be alive?
Let copulation thrive!
Let naughty couples swive
And indulge their sex drive!
Let lads and lasses jive,
Let British workers skive,
Good men no longer strive!
Let drunken drivers drive!
Let gangs each other knive!
Let aliens arrive!
Let Wall Street take a dive!
Next day, who’ll be alive?
#rhyming
#parody
#WilliamShakespeare #apocalypse
#WilliamShakespeare #apocalypse
839 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 1:36pm
17th Dec 2024 1:36pm
Apocalyptic
You inspired me, Keith:
The wind blows in arid, dry and desolate lands.
The soil cries out for life, but there are only silent shadows.
Deserts expand, swallowing forests in agony.
At the end of the world, only cold dust remains.
The wind blows in arid, dry and desolate lands.
The soil cries out for life, but there are only silent shadows.
Deserts expand, swallowing forests in agony.
At the end of the world, only cold dust remains.
#apocalypse
#earth
#environment
#mirror
#pollution
107 reads
11 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
Forgettable
Fusillades of faces -
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
#love
#technology
#apocalypse
#consumerism
#dystopian
488 reads
6 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
303 reads
8 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 9:16pm
16th Jan 2024 9:16pm
The Wish of Universal Annihilation
Those who are fascinated by forbidden lore
Are never afraid to look behind the forbidden door,
“Sacrificing countless nights of peaceful sleep
Searching for psycho-cannibal things that one should never seek,
“The dark quest itself may kill an individual outright
As they wonder how their flesh has provided comfort for the knife,
“Or traveled to places that should always remain unseen
While blood from the anus oozes out a nasty sickly green,
“Every dark answer equal to losing pieces of the soul
That slowly...
Are never afraid to look behind the forbidden door,
“Sacrificing countless nights of peaceful sleep
Searching for psycho-cannibal things that one should never seek,
“The dark quest itself may kill an individual outright
As they wonder how their flesh has provided comfort for the knife,
“Or traveled to places that should always remain unseen
While blood from the anus oozes out a nasty sickly green,
“Every dark answer equal to losing pieces of the soul
That slowly...
#dark
#universe
#apocalypse
350 reads
5 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 10:54pm
28th Apr 2023 10:54pm
Loveless
Loveless, lonely device rung.
One-trick ponies, on line one.
Numbers, phoning surprise puns.
Nothing, phony disguise, but.
Must it only devise lust?
What kin's owing Osiris?
Dumbest, droning denial?
Mustered monkey designers?
Tongues twist, toning attire.
Cunning cloaking, delighted.
Toughest clothing assignment.
Blunders, posing, invited.
Other knowing abided.
Not withholding, Elijah.
Husband, Holy, his bible.
Wonder, hoping, and wife comes.
Justice, mostly, combines cusp. ...
One-trick ponies, on line one.
Numbers, phoning surprise puns.
Nothing, phony disguise, but.
Must it only devise lust?
What kin's owing Osiris?
Dumbest, droning denial?
Mustered monkey designers?
Tongues twist, toning attire.
Cunning cloaking, delighted.
Toughest clothing assignment.
Blunders, posing, invited.
Other knowing abided.
Not withholding, Elijah.
Husband, Holy, his bible.
Wonder, hoping, and wife comes.
Justice, mostly, combines cusp. ...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#rhyming
#apocalypse
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0 Comments
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