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.
Fritz Lang's Dystopia
They built this shiny cell
For you to live in
Adorned with their icons
Painted with their lies
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
They paved this golden path
For you to follow
Your grave is waiting on
Step by step you fall
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
"We are the mechanism
Wheels in the gears of society
We are indifferent
Servants of the gods of anxiety"
Wake up they`re selling you...
For you to live in
Adorned with their icons
Painted with their lies
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
They paved this golden path
For you to follow
Your grave is waiting on
Step by step you fall
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
"We are the mechanism
Wheels in the gears of society
We are indifferent
Servants of the gods of anxiety"
Wake up they`re selling you...
#corruption
#dystopian
#money
#poverty
#scifi
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American Golem
Passive dirt in mindless motion,
numb of speech for careful meetings
covered stars
over-stares of lap
with dullard ties
nod or quake
to desk in stone
solidified-
ingested parchments
awaiting script,
monotone scraping
stalks & perks
sorcerer's code
through shortened miles
skyscrapers shake...
empty earth in shameless pattern,
toiling tongue with office jargon
smothered stars
on a spit of wind
with cyborg eyes
dead at...
numb of speech for careful meetings
covered stars
over-stares of lap
with dullard ties
nod or quake
to desk in stone
solidified-
ingested parchments
awaiting script,
monotone scraping
stalks & perks
sorcerer's code
through shortened miles
skyscrapers shake...
empty earth in shameless pattern,
toiling tongue with office jargon
smothered stars
on a spit of wind
with cyborg eyes
dead at...
#culture
#dark
#dystopian #FreeVerse
#dystopian #FreeVerse
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American Homunculus
Things are about to break,
it's on the tongue of the world-
we're
about to
synchronize
fomented worms
in misery
zap with certain
electricity,
mass = hypnotized:
where will a town mouse
hide
from bill-collecting
fat cat rage
of rubes & cons
across the Rubicon?
This land is our land,
from bubbling cauldron
to breeding bored
in an overflow
of nowhere to go but
up
when the lights go
down;
I'm gonna be on...
it's on the tongue of the world-
we're
about to
synchronize
fomented worms
in misery
zap with certain
electricity,
mass = hypnotized:
where will a town mouse
hide
from bill-collecting
fat cat rage
of rubes & cons
across the Rubicon?
This land is our land,
from bubbling cauldron
to breeding bored
in an overflow
of nowhere to go but
up
when the lights go
down;
I'm gonna be on...
#culture
#dark
#dystopian #FreeVerse
#dystopian #FreeVerse
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beauty contest
Beauty contest (edited)
Trolls often get bad press
I met a troll sitting under a bridge
looking sad
he was kicked out of the mountain
because it had two eyes
normal trolls have only one eye
planted on the forehead
Worst of all, the unfortunate troll didn't
had a tree stuck in his long nose, ducks under
water inhale mightily and
catch trout
Goats grazing at the bank
of the stream,
but the sad troll had a phobia against
against horns
besides, he didn't like the way they stunk
Our troll wore soft...
Trolls often get bad press
I met a troll sitting under a bridge
looking sad
he was kicked out of the mountain
because it had two eyes
normal trolls have only one eye
planted on the forehead
Worst of all, the unfortunate troll didn't
had a tree stuck in his long nose, ducks under
water inhale mightily and
catch trout
Goats grazing at the bank
of the stream,
but the sad troll had a phobia against
against horns
besides, he didn't like the way they stunk
Our troll wore soft...
#apocalypse
#curse
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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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 and 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...
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 and 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...
#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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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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view
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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