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.
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
1st May 2023 4:12pm
1st May 2023 4:12pm
Leggy
her dog's legs are long
yet her legs appear longer
walking together
yet her legs appear longer
walking together
#senryu
#magic
#dystopian
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
6th Apr 2023 11:59pm
6th Apr 2023 11:59pm
The machines came for me one day - NaPoWriMo2023 #6
The machines came for me one day,
but they couldn't figure me out,
so left with illogical disappointment.
Sad beeps and boops
and shaking of logic circuits
beneath smooth black cases
and frustrated whirring of wires
shielded within long trench-coat-like housing.
All I had to do
to make them leave
was say a few words
and grin idiotically
at their pointed taser barrels
while offering them tea
out of politeness.
Quite a hopeless case
quite, quite, mad
and simply illogical. ...
but they couldn't figure me out,
so left with illogical disappointment.
Sad beeps and boops
and shaking of logic circuits
beneath smooth black cases
and frustrated whirring of wires
shielded within long trench-coat-like housing.
All I had to do
to make them leave
was say a few words
and grin idiotically
at their pointed taser barrels
while offering them tea
out of politeness.
Quite a hopeless case
quite, quite, mad
and simply illogical. ...
#technology
#dystopian
#NaPoWriMo2023
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 00:22am
3rd Apr 2023 00:22am
New Order Bartering
New Order Bartering
“I see on your records that you once participated in May Day parades. We don’t keep with unionists in the new order. Are you a reformed socialist in keeping with the new collectivism?”
Goldie, “You can bet your pants on it. I’d no sooner join a union than sleep with a banker. But hey, I need a job bad. I’ll do any kind of work you have. I can clean, cook, and even sew. Do you need a seamstress? I’m your woman.”
Mr. Snyder replies, “Well we don’t need any of those things right now. Can you type?”
Goldie says, “Oh hell, I...
“I see on your records that you once participated in May Day parades. We don’t keep with unionists in the new order. Are you a reformed socialist in keeping with the new collectivism?”
Goldie, “You can bet your pants on it. I’d no sooner join a union than sleep with a banker. But hey, I need a job bad. I’ll do any kind of work you have. I can clean, cook, and even sew. Do you need a seamstress? I’m your woman.”
Mr. Snyder replies, “Well we don’t need any of those things right now. Can you type?”
Goldie says, “Oh hell, I...
#lust
#sensual
#dystopian
#job
#seductive
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 1:09pm
28th Mar 2023 1:09pm
Interrogation in a Re-education Centre
Kinder, Küche, Kirche, you tell me again
and again. Give me a breakfast nook
and I’ll bathe it in light
like a fresh summer morn.
Give me a shoebox filled with porn
stuffed under father’s bed, I say.
I do not know your perfect way.
The nursery, kitchen, and church.
I am one who would have been pressed
for names of those with whom
the Beast consorts, depressed
like flowers in history books.
I cannot say what would have fixed
my heart, o mein inquisitor.
Kinder, Küche, Kirche, you repeat,
applying this and...
and again. Give me a breakfast nook
and I’ll bathe it in light
like a fresh summer morn.
Give me a shoebox filled with porn
stuffed under father’s bed, I say.
I do not know your perfect way.
The nursery, kitchen, and church.
I am one who would have been pressed
for names of those with whom
the Beast consorts, depressed
like flowers in history books.
I cannot say what would have fixed
my heart, o mein inquisitor.
Kinder, Küche, Kirche, you repeat,
applying this and...
#dystopian
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 12:38pm
13th Mar 2023 12:38pm
Why?
Why?
Rhetorical deep
in
thoughts
Why?
In an inane insensical insensitive inning waves pushing me towards an answer i know will NOT come - be answered. . .
WHY?
the cusp of a competition and or underlying, lying, dung that the beetles ignored for more
choice fodder,
Still,
the Q remains
Why?
Rhetorical deep
in
thoughts
Why?
In an inane insensical insensitive inning waves pushing me towards an answer i know will NOT come - be answered. . .
WHY?
the cusp of a competition and or underlying, lying, dung that the beetles ignored for more
choice fodder,
Still,
the Q remains
Why?
#dystopian
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 8:36pm
6th Mar 2023 8:36pm
Tears Tears Dystopia
Rip your tampon out
Blood smear
Ashen swollen face
You left me
Tears tears dystopia
Blood smear
Ashen swollen face
You left me
Tears tears dystopia
#dark
#breakup
#violence #dystopian
#violence #dystopian
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braine420
Izabela
Izabela
Poem Published
4th Mar 2023 8:02pm
4th Mar 2023 8:02pm
Imperfect World
In a perfect world, I would be happy.
I would smile, laugh.
I would feel joy.
I would pick flowers and make bouquets for the one I love.
I would love, in a perfect world.
But this is not a perfect world, I am not happy.
I do not smile, I do not laugh.
I do not feel joy.
I do not pick flowers and make bouquets for the ones I love.
I do not love, in this imperfect world.
This world produces pain and sorrow.
We all feel it.
Hope? There is none left
This is an imperfect world today, and it will be an imperfect world...
I would smile, laugh.
I would feel joy.
I would pick flowers and make bouquets for the one I love.
I would love, in a perfect world.
But this is not a perfect world, I am not happy.
I do not smile, I do not laugh.
I do not feel joy.
I do not pick flowers and make bouquets for the ones I love.
I do not love, in this imperfect world.
This world produces pain and sorrow.
We all feel it.
Hope? There is none left
This is an imperfect world today, and it will be an imperfect world...
#dystopian
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2023 9:20am
22nd Feb 2023 9:20am
the year of infinity
The year of infinity
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
#steampunk
#dystopian
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REMARKABLE_8
RichyRich
RichyRich
Poem Published
15th Feb 2023 5:42pm
15th Feb 2023 5:42pm
V's "for visitors"
No negotiations, from strange creation's considered alien's, extraterrestrials higher dimensional, more than celestial human beings!!
Unknown aerial phenomenons, unidentifiable and seldomly seened!!
That have most of the population, under the illusion that they from, Mars!
Little martians who appear to be green 💚!!
Better yet to any Opponent and competitor!!
They are more like some predators!!
Camouflage like a chameleon cold blooded like a reptilian, cloaked in disguise in plain sight!!
With the help of...
Unknown aerial phenomenons, unidentifiable and seldomly seened!!
That have most of the population, under the illusion that they from, Mars!
Little martians who appear to be green 💚!!
Better yet to any Opponent and competitor!!
They are more like some predators!!
Camouflage like a chameleon cold blooded like a reptilian, cloaked in disguise in plain sight!!
With the help of...
#apocalypse
#luck
#nightmares
#dystopian
#curse
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ThePiper
Poem Published
15th Feb 2023 2:39pm
15th Feb 2023 2:39pm
The Crier
The Crier stands there, on the platform, overlooking the darkness, toward where our legends say, our saviour waits for a true soul to call him to wakefulness. The crier is a big man, full of life, but in a strange way, he and I are similar. He is to try just one more time to waken our Saviour with his "soul call". If he fails he may never return to try again. Tonight will be my last watch, the lung eaters that come out of the darkness have slowly but surely destroyed my lungs and now it is only time before I can no longer breath and I will pass on to my reward. I am not sorry that this will...
#fate
#mythology
#dystopian #scifi
#dystopian #scifi
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 7:17pm
3rd Feb 2023 7:17pm
A Universe of Noise
The universe can be heard
in the lull before the storm
the spaces between the trees
even in summer showers
as we listen for each drop of rain
Silence is everywhere
existing before the universe was made
and will be with us as we take our last breaths
We spend our whole lives trying to hide
filling our lives with unending noise
believing the silence is driving us mad
We listen to music [loud]...
in the lull before the storm
the spaces between the trees
even in summer showers
as we listen for each drop of rain
Silence is everywhere
existing before the universe was made
and will be with us as we take our last breaths
We spend our whole lives trying to hide
filling our lives with unending noise
believing the silence is driving us mad
We listen to music [loud]...
#love
#dystopian
#zombies
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 10:15pm
28th Jan 2023 10:15pm
Gasp
The gasp of my existence
desperately seeking the edges
fearful of what I find
to see in the dark
I go blind in the light
still I want everything
and will never stop trying
to make sense of my madness
until my last gasp
desperately seeking the edges
fearful of what I find
to see in the dark
I go blind in the light
still I want everything
and will never stop trying
to make sense of my madness
until my last gasp
#apocalypse
#SelfReflection
#dystopian
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