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.
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
21st Dec 2023 10:31pm
21st Dec 2023 10:31pm
Shooting lines in the arms of a poet
For shits n gigs
She said
Let's fuck and do a speedball
Drive a fancy spyder
Jimmy Dean style
Sure I replied
(seeing where she was going)
Do the contortionists embrace
All the while bloody and lacerated
Arm in arm
Chalked lined concrete
Later she carved an old oak tree
B loves those slightly unhinged boys
She said
Let's fuck and do a speedball
Drive a fancy spyder
Jimmy Dean style
Sure I replied
(seeing where she was going)
Do the contortionists embrace
All the while bloody and lacerated
Arm in arm
Chalked lined concrete
Later she carved an old oak tree
B loves those slightly unhinged boys
#motivational
#steampunk
#dystopian #PopCulture
#dystopian #PopCulture
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 7:31pm
16th Dec 2023 7:31pm
Cali Girl: A Cyberpunk Crime Story
#technology
#ForbiddenLove
#dystopian
#scifi
#ThrillSeeking
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missjem56
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 3:56pm
7th Dec 2023 3:56pm
AI Or Oo-er?
I don't fully comprehend
What's occuring
With all this AI stuff
Taking over the world
But my laptop
Has just informed me
That i'm to be
It's bitch!
Oo-er!
by Jemia
What's occuring
With all this AI stuff
Taking over the world
But my laptop
Has just informed me
That i'm to be
It's bitch!
Oo-er!
by Jemia
#technology
#funny
#surreal #dystopian
#surreal #dystopian
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slipalong
Poem Published
21st Oct 2023 7:41pm
21st Oct 2023 7:41pm
Slashers moon
#dystopian
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
4th Oct 2023 5:03pm
4th Oct 2023 5:03pm
Marra
The kettle whistles,
submission in it's belly,
the sound,
a pure, wild hollering
to a body
that could not withstand the heat
without disposing
some element of water
from pipe as if sweat,
lingering on everything,
touching metal and stone.
Her hand,
without fear or hesitation, wields it,
as if a dream from which witches
would not wake,
she licks her palm,
ties it off,
seared, rotten flesh returned
to its firstborn state.
And I watch her
the shawl falling low
upon...
submission in it's belly,
the sound,
a pure, wild hollering
to a body
that could not withstand the heat
without disposing
some element of water
from pipe as if sweat,
lingering on everything,
touching metal and stone.
Her hand,
without fear or hesitation, wields it,
as if a dream from which witches
would not wake,
she licks her palm,
ties it off,
seared, rotten flesh returned
to its firstborn state.
And I watch her
the shawl falling low
upon...
#fate
#witches
#dystopian
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slipalong
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 10:14pm
19th Sep 2023 10:14pm
Split personality
Is presence seemed the norm
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
#dystopian
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 10:20pm
6th Sep 2023 10:20pm
tomato video
A vegetarian video
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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doreenheimer
Eden Aethers
Eden Aethers
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 1:41am
25th Aug 2023 1:41am
TETSUO'S EGG-YOLK
Samhain's spoken proses heard :
Twas estranged sockets electric,
Which sparked the rod rusted on the edge inside of us, moss haze won't to never be moist again . . .
Mucked within a mörk, silver liquid through flames, around such venamun, spills the gas, across soot ridden decay of hard oak ground -
Wooden oldroot poise with the Stonemason's Citadel, Molten steel yet the cold weeping of mother's tears on top the said concrete.
The harshness of rock-solid branches, the misshapen drudge, protruded from my cuffs, but a visceral noise which may shackle me onto...
Twas estranged sockets electric,
Which sparked the rod rusted on the edge inside of us, moss haze won't to never be moist again . . .
Mucked within a mörk, silver liquid through flames, around such venamun, spills the gas, across soot ridden decay of hard oak ground -
Wooden oldroot poise with the Stonemason's Citadel, Molten steel yet the cold weeping of mother's tears on top the said concrete.
The harshness of rock-solid branches, the misshapen drudge, protruded from my cuffs, but a visceral noise which may shackle me onto...
#dark
#despair
#nightmares
#dystopian
#fear
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2023 4:15pm
28th Jul 2023 4:15pm
a boy on shore leave
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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missjem56
Poem Published
20th Jun 2023 7:56pm
20th Jun 2023 7:56pm
The Norm
In the distant future?
Where proportional representation
Has been globally introduced
It was soon realised
That there was no such thing
As normal
One man
Upon mishearing this
As "no such thing as Norman"
Attempted to leap to his death
From a slowly moving perambulator
Needless to say
He was unsuccessful
But soon after
Changed his name
From Norman
To Norm
by Jemia
Where proportional representation
Has been globally introduced
It was soon realised
That there was no such thing
As normal
One man
Upon mishearing this
As "no such thing as Norman"
Attempted to leap to his death
From a slowly moving perambulator
Needless to say
He was unsuccessful
But soon after
Changed his name
From Norman
To Norm
by Jemia
#satirical
#funny
#dystopian
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Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 3:20am
8th Jun 2023 3:20am
Sticky Is The Web...Said The Spider To The Fly...The Stalker is I !!!
I've been waiting lifetimes my beautiful pet. My God given rights of ownership as the maker of perfect things...I Birthed you for my forever soulmate, forever to keep. I've make many horrid mistakes in the past. Got frustrated, then irritation racked over me. My dark side of mad wash & soaked me. candidates recited time...Time I can never have again. These unworthy harlots laughing at me as they spilled their thick, wicked, cunning book of lies. Insipid, rained like boredom in my head. I know no pleads of falsehoods in the most self-indulgent of ways. Their self-pity acts of cry...flip of...
#dark
#nightmares
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
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BITS
Poem Published
20th May 2023 6:53am
20th May 2023 6:53am
The Calm before the Riot
You can feel it in the air,
it’s in those stares,
releasing unconscious flares,
Mad eyes drunk on despair.
I’ll be the town crier,
hear ye, hear ye,
I will declare,
as sure as the moth and his flame diet,
there’s gonna be a riot.
You can almost see the damage,
raw and unleashed savage,
alpha males create a language,
dripping provocation, oozing challenge.
I’ll be the photo journo,
click, click,
get your image,
as sure as citizen and kane,
there’s gonna be some pain.
...
it’s in those stares,
releasing unconscious flares,
Mad eyes drunk on despair.
I’ll be the town crier,
hear ye, hear ye,
I will declare,
as sure as the moth and his flame diet,
there’s gonna be a riot.
You can almost see the damage,
raw and unleashed savage,
alpha males create a language,
dripping provocation, oozing challenge.
I’ll be the photo journo,
click, click,
get your image,
as sure as citizen and kane,
there’s gonna be some pain.
...
#fate
#apocalypse
#dystopian
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