Dystopian Poems
#dystopian
Dystopian poems, futuristic poetry about life in a Dystopia. Sci-Fi poems about societies under oppressive corporate, technological, bureaucratic, moral, or totalitarian control. A frightening look at what our futures may hold.
Machine don’t feel(especially.001 percent)
Machine don’t feel(especially .001 percent)
Fuck the machine
I’m real not Artificial
Algorithm set the money
Dweebs with not enough honey
The Zusk of Muckerberg
Trolls of the .001 percent
CEOs of social media
Now it’s where some read the news and
Thought Orange and Mueller with Q
Would execute
Uphold Christian values
P T Orange said there’s a sucker born
And stacks roll in on a stolen lie
Of a free and fair election
All the while Zusk of Muckerberg
Count stacks and sows seeds of anger
Get angry...
Fuck the machine
I’m real not Artificial
Algorithm set the money
Dweebs with not enough honey
The Zusk of Muckerberg
Trolls of the .001 percent
CEOs of social media
Now it’s where some read the news and
Thought Orange and Mueller with Q
Would execute
Uphold Christian values
P T Orange said there’s a sucker born
And stacks roll in on a stolen lie
Of a free and fair election
All the while Zusk of Muckerberg
Count stacks and sows seeds of anger
Get angry...
#dystopian
#greed
#humankind #money
#humankind #money
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The Grotesque
We are grotesque
We mate and create something horrific
Sluts and killers
Mean blood spillers
Whores and fuckers
Fools and suckers
Monster fucking dads
Sisters born with crabs
Monster slut mothers
Incest fueled brothers
We the monsters
One nation under a demigod
With obligation and injustice for all
We mate and create something horrific
Sluts and killers
Mean blood spillers
Whores and fuckers
Fools and suckers
Monster fucking dads
Sisters born with crabs
Monster slut mothers
Incest fueled brothers
We the monsters
One nation under a demigod
With obligation and injustice for all
#dark
#dystopian
#evil #rhyming
#evil #rhyming
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Sunburst: The Age of the Slaughtered Lamb
with a grind, than a halt
sunburst chariots falter
glistening in the shade
of harmony.
beholden and drastic
casualties of conflict
quivering jawline, darting eyes
from beneath a masquerade
spoken in phrases of peace
trumpets blare, bombs burst
indiglow clouds passing by
arsenic and old lace, no trace
to be left...just a frown that evades
the teardrop from a clown.
no quarter given, no resistance taken.
for bravery is our mission.
when the trumpet sounds, hooves
will shake...
sunburst chariots falter
glistening in the shade
of harmony.
beholden and drastic
casualties of conflict
quivering jawline, darting eyes
from beneath a masquerade
spoken in phrases of peace
trumpets blare, bombs burst
indiglow clouds passing by
arsenic and old lace, no trace
to be left...just a frown that evades
the teardrop from a clown.
no quarter given, no resistance taken.
for bravery is our mission.
when the trumpet sounds, hooves
will shake...
#dystopian
#fire
#scifi
#shadows
#sun
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Nursery Sales Rhyme
Agent:
“Welcome, dear customer, to our store so bright.
May I introduce a product, a true delight?”
Customer:
“Thank you, kind agent, I’m eager to see
what marvels you have in store for me.”
Agent:
“This gadget, so neat, with features galore
will simplify your life and so much more.”
Customer:
“Tell me, dear agent, what makes it unique?
I’m searching for something, truly sleek.”
Agent:
“It’s crafted with care, with precision and grace.
A perfect companion in...
“Welcome, dear customer, to our store so bright.
May I introduce a product, a true delight?”
Customer:
“Thank you, kind agent, I’m eager to see
what marvels you have in store for me.”
Agent:
“This gadget, so neat, with features galore
will simplify your life and so much more.”
Customer:
“Tell me, dear agent, what makes it unique?
I’m searching for something, truly sleek.”
Agent:
“It’s crafted with care, with precision and grace.
A perfect companion in...
#dystopian
#steampunk
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maybe it was mushrooms
couldn’t tell the difference between
a hydrangea and a geranium, except
didn’t they use geranium to make nuclear
bombs, or something quite like it ..
a hydrangea and a geranium, except
didn’t they use geranium to make nuclear
bombs, or something quite like it ..
#dystopian
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Late Night Legal Assistant
Late nights at the law firm are never easy, but this night was different. The clock ticked past midnight, and I was still there, buried beneath mountains of case files and dusty law books. The law library was vast, echoing with the creaks and groans of an old building settling into its bones. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but not me. The cases demanded more; they always did.
The fluorescent lights flickered, casting long, skeletal shadows across the stacks. The air was cold, too cold, and it seemed to press in around me, thick like a shroud. I was searching through ancient...
The fluorescent lights flickered, casting long, skeletal shadows across the stacks. The air was cold, too cold, and it seemed to press in around me, thick like a shroud. I was searching through ancient...
#dystopian
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A TINY TRAVEL
Riding on an insect cause I'm tiny Mrs May
A black ant as sugar rages it's hyper way
Passing through the woods I hear some voice say.....
I'm a better ride as I can fly you away
To my surprise, why it's a bumble bee
As I utter back, ok then please take me to see the raw honey...
The bee speaks as it flails and speeds its wings
As you wish, yet do you mind in the journey that I can sing?
A black ant as sugar rages it's hyper way
Passing through the woods I hear some voice say.....
I'm a better ride as I can fly you away
To my surprise, why it's a bumble bee
As I utter back, ok then please take me to see the raw honey...
The bee speaks as it flails and speeds its wings
As you wish, yet do you mind in the journey that I can sing?
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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A Metallic Vision
Long long ago before I became a SCATTERBRAIN watching EVIL DEAD movies repeatedly, I was ACCUSED of VIOLENCE on HALLOWS EVE. The DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECILES (D.R.I.) who always needed an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT lived near the WATCHTOWER. They agreed with my METHOD OF DESTRUCTION (M.O.D.). We were SICK OF IT ALL, POSSESSED in bringing this faction down to their knees. A CORROSION OF CONFORMITY was happening in our towns and on our streets. If any DEFIANCE came their way, you were FORBIDDEN to enter their SACRED REICH. There needed to be LETHAL AGGRESSION. A FORCED ENTRY into their METAL CHURCH. We knew...
#dystopian
#music
#peace
#scifi
#war
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you're a bastard loitering in the lobby of my soul
speaking a derelict language
a pornographic thought in confession
I will exorcise you, lewd vagrant
occult worshipers of disbelief,
the faithful pay you to stay and plague my existence
my womb is polluted by your hate slogans
despiser of womankind be gone
with an animalistic lure you wreak havoc
the noise is infected with your inflicted glory
turning in the energies masquerading as truth
you spew from the pulpits soulful larceny
offering the masses fairy stories...
speaking a derelict language
a pornographic thought in confession
I will exorcise you, lewd vagrant
occult worshipers of disbelief,
the faithful pay you to stay and plague my existence
my womb is polluted by your hate slogans
despiser of womankind be gone
with an animalistic lure you wreak havoc
the noise is infected with your inflicted glory
turning in the energies masquerading as truth
you spew from the pulpits soulful larceny
offering the masses fairy stories...
#aliens
#dystopian
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The Doghouse
Disenchantment
down at the
doghouse,
passions cool
to curse & sense
perfect-
beyond the shadow
of a doubtful cur
familiar scent
of stranger air
teeth & splintered
chops down cold,
a red running
on the moonlight howling
wet work meals
that pop & please
or just the empty beds
of dust & dream
a mutt for all seasons,
I'm
outdoors,
you know....
disengagement
down at the
doghouse --
cooler...
down at the
doghouse,
passions cool
to curse & sense
perfect-
beyond the shadow
of a doubtful cur
familiar scent
of stranger air
teeth & splintered
chops down cold,
a red running
on the moonlight howling
wet work meals
that pop & please
or just the empty beds
of dust & dream
a mutt for all seasons,
I'm
outdoors,
you know....
disengagement
down at the
doghouse --
cooler...
#dystopian
#freedom
#FreeVerse #philosophical
#FreeVerse #philosophical
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Bad End
#curse
#death
#dystopian
#sacrifice
#temptation
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Kindhearted Man
A kindhearted man
studies evil all the time,
cooks through the books
for peculiar looks,
scrolls on angel wings
across the deathly dull
into a hand-cut lull,
suited to the bone
for special atonement:
speaks with a barrelhouse twang
to the twilit range -
sings for the choir
on a wire transfer -
-barbs & bribes
banalities proscribed
through polyvinyl
chloride pipes-
those underground
bullet.in bytes
of my blood pressure ...
studies evil all the time,
cooks through the books
for peculiar looks,
scrolls on angel wings
across the deathly dull
into a hand-cut lull,
suited to the bone
for special atonement:
speaks with a barrelhouse twang
to the twilit range -
sings for the choir
on a wire transfer -
-barbs & bribes
banalities proscribed
through polyvinyl
chloride pipes-
those underground
bullet.in bytes
of my blood pressure ...
#dystopian
#FreeVerse
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