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.
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
157 reads
2 Comments
BrokenHierophant
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 1:22am
20th Aug 2024 1:22am
Bad End
#curse
#death
#dystopian
#sacrifice
#temptation
106 reads
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
252 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
370 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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0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 3:48pm
9th Jul 2024 3:48pm
Dream pills
I was forced to communicate speaking in mandarin
Geez!..
I had a lunch of two slices of tangerine
Freeze!..
They found me so cunning I got posted to the house Slytherin!
Walk and roam around craving for my dream pills
They make me engage in such sudden trips
Faraway no someone nor bothering
No enmity nor any envy
Spilling the beans where I use so many means
Makes your hopes swells above the rim
And where I only get closer to my dreams
All those pretty things leave me wondering
Take it as though Alice in the land...
Geez!..
I had a lunch of two slices of tangerine
Freeze!..
They found me so cunning I got posted to the house Slytherin!
Walk and roam around craving for my dream pills
They make me engage in such sudden trips
Faraway no someone nor bothering
No enmity nor any envy
Spilling the beans where I use so many means
Makes your hopes swells above the rim
And where I only get closer to my dreams
All those pretty things leave me wondering
Take it as though Alice in the land...
#dystopian
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Just-Rob
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 5:00pm
28th Jun 2024 5:00pm
Figure In The Distance
I see a figure in the distance and it draws me in
Feels like forever I've been walking in this desolate land
Her hair sways in the slight breeze that blows across the open wasteland
She motions for me to come to her and I feel like Ive been found
I fight through the exhaustion and quicken my pace
As I crest a hill I look up to see how much farther I have to go
There is no one around for miles and miles
I scan the horizon for some sign of life, something to move towards
Im alone again in this...
Feels like forever I've been walking in this desolate land
Her hair sways in the slight breeze that blows across the open wasteland
She motions for me to come to her and I feel like Ive been found
I fight through the exhaustion and quicken my pace
As I crest a hill I look up to see how much farther I have to go
There is no one around for miles and miles
I scan the horizon for some sign of life, something to move towards
Im alone again in this...
#dystopian
#FeelingLost
#hope #sun
#hope #sun
239 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
24th Jun 2024 6:18pm
24th Jun 2024 6:18pm
Orgasmic Distortion
#anger
#dystopian
#erotic #sex
#erotic #sex
21 reads
6 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
24th Jun 2024 3:48pm
24th Jun 2024 3:48pm
Summer Lost Memories
when summer comes, the day stretches his tail, sprawls wide, like being upon anatomy table .as my cat at home, lies napping in the shade, at the mercy of a burning heat, mercury boiling......not a fat mouse, nor a meat treat either could ever tempt him ,he likes to relax, flat on cool cement and sleep for hours, do not ever wake him up !!!
summer here, is synonym of fires, Blazes, Inferno, and Dante was so lucky enough to live away, just in history books, not on my concrete land. or else he would undoubtedly disclaim his Devine Comedy..
summer here is a crazy...
summer here, is synonym of fires, Blazes, Inferno, and Dante was so lucky enough to live away, just in history books, not on my concrete land. or else he would undoubtedly disclaim his Devine Comedy..
summer here is a crazy...
#dystopian
#fate
#summer
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Jun 2024 4:17am
24th Jun 2024 4:17am
A DREAM DEFER
Have you ever had a dream defer, while you sleep peacefully in a deep, state of mind drifting away with no sense of real time. Have you ever had a premonition, that you have been there before, yet you can't remember when you were there in real time. Have you ever been lost in thoughts and lose your chain of your own thoughts 🤔 Have you ever seen thyself, not knowing how you got where you, are in that moment of time. YET When you open your eyes 👁️👁️ and realize, that your mind and body is no longer, belongs to you 🤔 YET it feels weird like a outer...
#dialogue
#dystopian
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 8:20am
23rd May 2024 8:20am
Redline
A spark on the ice-
a new day sun
abandoned plaza
scenting phrase:
a chariot lights
the fox & runs
a hilt of moon
through the Eyes
In The Sky
haunting the hills
with a daggered jaunt-
a green despair in blackest blue
stewed in some hope cum bile
burst of stench
from a shaded doorway
honking:
pork, crawl,
dine:
pismire pig line
titillates
treacherous
thistledown t.rust
on nightmare steeds ...
a new day sun
abandoned plaza
scenting phrase:
a chariot lights
the fox & runs
a hilt of moon
through the Eyes
In The Sky
haunting the hills
with a daggered jaunt-
a green despair in blackest blue
stewed in some hope cum bile
burst of stench
from a shaded doorway
honking:
pork, crawl,
dine:
pismire pig line
titillates
treacherous
thistledown t.rust
on nightmare steeds ...
#FreeVerse
#dystopian
334 reads
3 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 8:12am
23rd May 2024 8:12am
Blueblood
wake~
Voices in my head-
the tones in my bones,
a cut on my operating hand
or a lash of sweat in the eye;
a way with boring word-clinics,
oohing & aahing
to grilled meat & spilled milk,
chickens fried
the path walked
to spade & use
my tools for recompense...
all that nancy shit we do...
mostly talk & balk...
it's not like it was
back when a few hours
was a few hours
& not nine fucking minutes,
when it was more or less
sex &...
Voices in my head-
the tones in my bones,
a cut on my operating hand
or a lash of sweat in the eye;
a way with boring word-clinics,
oohing & aahing
to grilled meat & spilled milk,
chickens fried
the path walked
to spade & use
my tools for recompense...
all that nancy shit we do...
mostly talk & balk...
it's not like it was
back when a few hours
was a few hours
& not nine fucking minutes,
when it was more or less
sex &...
#FreeVerse
#dystopian
231 reads
0 Comments
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