Long Dystopian Poems
#dystopian
cabcool
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 5:31am
9th Dec 2019 5:31am
dystopian nightmare
dystopian nightmare
so apposite
to opposites
of dreams i long to dream!
dialectical fanfare
a deficit
where counterfeits
create a new extreme
the apple they have eaten
by that old serpent beaten
can paradise be sweetened
when mankind goes east of eden?
...
so apposite
to opposites
of dreams i long to dream!
dialectical fanfare
a deficit
where counterfeits
create a new extreme
the apple they have eaten
by that old serpent beaten
can paradise be sweetened
when mankind goes east of eden?
...
#regret
#God
#redemption #dystopian
#redemption #dystopian
501 reads
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 7:57pm
21st Oct 2019 7:57pm
Welcome to New Dystopia ! ~ If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now ~
Joker?
yes, The Joker to you, silly boy.
Just an
other expired
carat c a r d
cluttering up the entrails,
s'far as you, (who? he? daresay me?)
are so concerned,
We be Over There fighting the war that rages
in- between better wars,
just making sure the war-whoop stays
crisp. (Gotta be Crisp, damn it!)
Just making Sure
(& sure it will surely be) ...
yes, The Joker to you, silly boy.
Just an
other expired
carat c a r d
cluttering up the entrails,
s'far as you, (who? he? daresay me?)
are so concerned,
We be Over There fighting the war that rages
in- between better wars,
just making sure the war-whoop stays
crisp. (Gotta be Crisp, damn it!)
Just making Sure
(& sure it will surely be) ...
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
#luck
#dystopian
402 reads
4 Comments
Darkpoetria
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2019 3:38am
23rd Sep 2019 3:38am
Tree of the ancients
Beneath shriveled branches of a tree so dark
embraced as my fingers paw o'er awesome wonder
gray, burnt, peeling ripples of bark.
I feel your spirit as a familiarity
I can hear my mothers voice as she
speaks with unknown clarity and say's...
"Let your heart and magic guide your search.
Birds dare not perch in a tree of this searched out sort
they will rebuke its leafless hands, invisible evils
they sense, rejecting nests and shelters seeking fort."
I know of the...
embraced as my fingers paw o'er awesome wonder
gray, burnt, peeling ripples of bark.
I feel your spirit as a familiarity
I can hear my mothers voice as she
speaks with unknown clarity and say's...
"Let your heart and magic guide your search.
Birds dare not perch in a tree of this searched out sort
they will rebuke its leafless hands, invisible evils
they sense, rejecting nests and shelters seeking fort."
I know of the...
#love
#redemption
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
889 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 9:43pm
10th Sep 2019 9:43pm
Wrestling in the Metropolitan
#love
#apocalypse
#sensual
#dystopian
#FallingInLove
475 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Jun 2019 10:37pm
24th Jun 2019 10:37pm
MANIPULATION OF THE MIND
Here I lay as my thoughts travel to apart of my mind were my hurt dwells beneath the depth of my darken spirit as it walks through the night, in search of my twin soul that has me slowly spilling my thoughts within this element that we once knew as space and time.
For it is here within this very dimension my body and soul craves the very taste of your essence as it feels...
For it is here within this very dimension my body and soul craves the very taste of your essence as it feels...
#dystopian
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th May 2019 1:38pm
16th May 2019 1:38pm
Dorm Rules
Dorm Rules
Under the leader, a proper order was arranged. The mentally ill on disability were separated by sex with men housed with other men and women collected in dormitories for women. This was true even for couples. It served to prevent pregnancies from occurring. After all, we didn’t want those genes passed on to new generations.
I haven’t seen my true love Marsha in over a month. We no longer have disability checks and are sent to a commodity warehouse for our personal food. I catch a glimpse of Marsha walking towards the bus. She has a black eye from one of her...
Under the leader, a proper order was arranged. The mentally ill on disability were separated by sex with men housed with other men and women collected in dormitories for women. This was true even for couples. It served to prevent pregnancies from occurring. After all, we didn’t want those genes passed on to new generations.
I haven’t seen my true love Marsha in over a month. We no longer have disability checks and are sent to a commodity warehouse for our personal food. I catch a glimpse of Marsha walking towards the bus. She has a black eye from one of her...
#love
#romantic
#MentalHealth #dystopian
#MentalHealth #dystopian
503 reads
4 Comments
IBIYfriend
Poem Published
7th May 2019 3:03pm
7th May 2019 3:03pm
John
#war
#death
#dystopian
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scarletegret
Sasha Fenn
Sasha Fenn
Poem Published
15th Feb 2019 6:37pm
15th Feb 2019 6:37pm
White Rabbits for Faux Doves
We wore our masks of joy, our merry band,
and bragged to all our neighbors of our plan,
to dance through the nearest and farthest lands,
and sing olive branches into their hands.
They warned us we should stay and help them fight,
the demons that came calling in the night,
for though we may inspire dim delight,
our escapism would not cull the fright.
But fighting never could trade war for peace,
and singing never could trade fear for love,
and if all of our choices were deceased,
then why trade our white rabbits for faux doves?...
and bragged to all our neighbors of our plan,
to dance through the nearest and farthest lands,
and sing olive branches into their hands.
They warned us we should stay and help them fight,
the demons that came calling in the night,
for though we may inspire dim delight,
our escapism would not cull the fright.
But fighting never could trade war for peace,
and singing never could trade fear for love,
and if all of our choices were deceased,
then why trade our white rabbits for faux doves?...
#depression
#apocalypse
#despair
#surreal
#dystopian
359 reads
2 Comments
rabbitquest
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 11:07pm
17th Jan 2019 11:07pm
I am
Anthony
12th Grade,
o toorown School
1/15/19
A Study In Chaos and Order
Humans are curious creatures. They love to compartmentalize, standardize, to understand. But we try to understand the universe by setting it to ‘truths’ and ‘standards’ and ‘axioms’. That’s not to discount scientific discovery or facts; however our system of thinking is hyperfocused on whether it meets our expectations or preconceived notions of what things should be like. Take, for example, the outdated nuclear family model. A mother stays at home, the children, a boy and girl, and a...
12th Grade,
o toorown School
1/15/19
A Study In Chaos and Order
Humans are curious creatures. They love to compartmentalize, standardize, to understand. But we try to understand the universe by setting it to ‘truths’ and ‘standards’ and ‘axioms’. That’s not to discount scientific discovery or facts; however our system of thinking is hyperfocused on whether it meets our expectations or preconceived notions of what things should be like. Take, for example, the outdated nuclear family model. A mother stays at home, the children, a boy and girl, and a...
#dystopian
385 reads
3 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
10th Nov 2018 9:10pm
10th Nov 2018 9:10pm
StrangeBirds: Inception
Breaking news! Today we wake up to the brutal title “God Particle Discovered! No Hope for the Human Race!” plastered over our windows, screaming from the trees, auto-toned through the tube, broadcasted from loudspeakers…
-- Lord Johnatron and his sidekick Audbot were up to no good. With the royal announcement of morality’s end, they had much work to do…
There was a rustling of papers from the next room. Audbot could distinguish it only as a maniacal frenzy. Lord Johnatron was searching through past years’ newspapers for shreds of what was to come.
...
-- Lord Johnatron and his sidekick Audbot were up to no good. With the royal announcement of morality’s end, they had much work to do…
There was a rustling of papers from the next room. Audbot could distinguish it only as a maniacal frenzy. Lord Johnatron was searching through past years’ newspapers for shreds of what was to come.
...
#fiction
#ShortStory
#humankind
#rebellion
#dystopian
523 reads
4 Comments
TylerZ
Tyler
Tyler
Poem Published
18th Jan 2018 00:12am
18th Jan 2018 00:12am
The Fall of Ideals Ch. 1
Chapter 1
I’m running through a cold, desolate forest, all the trees around me are stripped bare.
A wolf howls close behind me, I’m beginning to feel despair.
The snow on the ground is thick, I struggle to remain on my feet.
I sense the beast behind me closing in, but death I wish to cheat.
It’s a good thing I’m packing heat,
but killing a starving wolf hunting desperately for a meal is no easy feat.
I take a quick glance behind me, come eye to eye with the wolf closing in.
His eyes lock in on mine, I swear he flashes me a grin.
I...
I’m running through a cold, desolate forest, all the trees around me are stripped bare.
A wolf howls close behind me, I’m beginning to feel despair.
The snow on the ground is thick, I struggle to remain on my feet.
I sense the beast behind me closing in, but death I wish to cheat.
It’s a good thing I’m packing heat,
but killing a starving wolf hunting desperately for a meal is no easy feat.
I take a quick glance behind me, come eye to eye with the wolf closing in.
His eyes lock in on mine, I swear he flashes me a grin.
I...
#apocalypse
#nightmares
#dystopian
#scifi
#curse
495 reads
0 Comments
TylerZ
Tyler
Tyler
Poem Published
13th Dec 2017 11:04pm
13th Dec 2017 11:04pm
The Storm
The Storm
I’m walking down a long dirt road
as the rain falls heavily down on me refusing to slow.
I drag a shovel behind me as I lethargically make my way through the mud-covered trenches
of a battle field lined with dead rotting bodies over all of its inches.
This is the home I’ve come to know,
the home I’ve come to dread through the constant falling of rain and snow.
This place was once alive, bright and full of life,
a place I imaged I would raise a wonderful family with a great wife,
but that all came crashing down with the drop of...
I’m walking down a long dirt road
as the rain falls heavily down on me refusing to slow.
I drag a shovel behind me as I lethargically make my way through the mud-covered trenches
of a battle field lined with dead rotting bodies over all of its inches.
This is the home I’ve come to know,
the home I’ve come to dread through the constant falling of rain and snow.
This place was once alive, bright and full of life,
a place I imaged I would raise a wonderful family with a great wife,
but that all came crashing down with the drop of...
#dystopian
548 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Dystopian Poems
