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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 11:32am
23rd Sep 2024 11:32am
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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Shinobi
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 3:43pm
20th Sep 2024 3:43pm
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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PAR
Poem Published
18th Sep 2024 5:46pm
18th Sep 2024 5:46pm
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
89 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 00:42am
10th Sep 2024 00:42am
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
121 reads
5 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 8:21am
5th Sep 2024 8:21am
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
218 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 12:00pm
2nd Sep 2024 12:00pm
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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6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 3:36am
31st Aug 2024 3:36am
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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2 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 11:56pm
25th Aug 2024 11:56pm
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
135 reads
2 Comments
BrokenHierophant
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 1:22am
20th Aug 2024 1:22am
Bad End
#curse
#death
#dystopian
#sacrifice
#temptation
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0 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 10:14pm
18th Aug 2024 10:14pm
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
227 reads
1 Comment
Duice
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 4:22am
9th Aug 2024 4:22am
Truth Serum
How real can you be with a person
bullshit aside
Put these radical thoughts in your head like
fuck preconceived pride
Really real talking facts
not censored caring of perception
Be Offensive Speaking Truth
with no redacted reflection
The world’s full of dumb fucks
in howling applause like trained seals
Passionate mesmerized in stupidity
overzealous they can’t keep it real
Let alone common sense or critical thinking
to decipher deceptive holes in life
As if trapdoors in a world of unknowns
are labeled in black and...
bullshit aside
Put these radical thoughts in your head like
fuck preconceived pride
Really real talking facts
not censored caring of perception
Be Offensive Speaking Truth
with no redacted reflection
The world’s full of dumb fucks
in howling applause like trained seals
Passionate mesmerized in stupidity
overzealous they can’t keep it real
Let alone common sense or critical thinking
to decipher deceptive holes in life
As if trapdoors in a world of unknowns
are labeled in black and...
#dystopian
#hypocrisy
#anger
#CallToAction
#politics
336 reads
5 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 6:32pm
9th Jul 2024 6:32pm
If I Were An African King
If I were an African King,
The Malika's of my dreams.
Wearing dresses, with princess seams.
Deprived not, of a lavish thing.
If I were an African King.
Mwezi lit nights, with flesh that screams.
Thirts that flow, as The Lopori streams.
With all the spark my upanga can bring.
If I were an African King.
Smiles that shine, like The Namib beams.
Their trees "give on" as the tongue reams.
Upon their lips, my name that they'd sing.
If I were an African King
The Malika's of my dreams.
Wearing dresses, with princess seams.
Deprived not, of a lavish thing.
If I were an African King.
Mwezi lit nights, with flesh that screams.
Thirts that flow, as The Lopori streams.
With all the spark my upanga can bring.
If I were an African King.
Smiles that shine, like The Namib beams.
Their trees "give on" as the tongue reams.
Upon their lips, my name that they'd sing.
If I were an African King
#culture
#dystopian
#freedom
#identity
#masculinity
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