Apocalyptic Poems - Poems about Apocalyptic

Run faster—looking back will be your downfall. The screeching of the infected gains intensity. Drag the razor wire barricade across blistering concrete— scraping rusted metal, shards splintering into scorched oblivion. Enter the valley of death, shadows playing tricks on your weary mind. Searching for answers, your quest has begun. Cityscapes metamorphose into deserted deserts. Continue your path forward, while an unrepentant sandstorm takes...

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Writing writing on the wall I see the future Soon to call What's to come Will surely pass I'm not afraid For it won't last The sun will rise And it will set What's Meant to be Hasn't happened, Yet! But it will I have no doubt While I'm here Or after I'm out So many possibilities For me to think about Will it come In rain of fire Freezing cold An artic Myer Dropped like bombs In...

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This contest style’s description is one I’ve never heard I’m unfamiliar with that particular word An internet search comes up empty However, others seem to have poems aplenty My eyes are getting blurry a total collapse seems imminent Quickly penning an entry appears to be the only way out of my predicament My freshly emerged imposter’s...

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Fer these er nay stumblin' on a reality that er givein' us reasons to be spooked fer our future en global stability... gee! wake-up we should be scared, gosh already we're experiencin' more, a disastrous global effect naught! a creation of science fiction as one passed would expect, en weather severe, storms violent too tornadoes, earthquakes also tsunamis... his Prophesies are a comin' true, those writ's...

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In a world filled with despair The smell of fear fills the air The world we once knew is far gone Debris from the blast litters every lawn They forced us all underground Advising us not to make a sound We once lived the days through But they wanted something new A world with no war...

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In the Future, there will be no rose meadows, a desolate barren hellscape of ecocide normalized. The bleakness of reality made possible by the dominion of the Earth. Corporations contaminate the atmosphere we once breathed. They poisoned the air so they could sell gas masks to our children. Oxygen, water have become luxuries. Preparing for a death...

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Our beautiful blue planet billions of years old A matchless marvel in the cosmic architecture Survived eons of trying times in hostile space Endured the disrupting tectonic turmoil untold. Fostered the diversified life in the tree of evolution Nurtured the pristine innate splendor of nature Amidst the enveloping noxious haze heinous Of the suffocating industrial pollution of progress. As the stride of...

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Lest the moon tip over and spill the blood, With apocalyptic fury signaling the climax In history as in the days of old Noah’s flood, When the earth resettles like paraffin wax, Forming new boundaries in the land and sea With apocalyptic fury signaling the climax, People of every nation will hopelessly flee Before the great and terrible day of the Lord Forming...

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the nuclear snakes slither into disaster warheads waiting in the dithering wings ~~~!~~~X~~~#~~~>>> light explodes darkness erupts fiery projectiles obliterate without mercy the reptilian warlords fumble through flames apocalypse waiting amid withering declarations...

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...But now that the truth of all was revealed, and no future was awaiting our kind, I looked on my life’s work, now meaningless, and a notion entered into my mind. If creation was a pantry for them, if our souls were what gave these monsters life, then fighting them meant taking this away, we couldn’t win, but we could bring the...

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There was a belief that the gods of old received all their great power from our prayers, that out sacrifices, supplications made them so strong we’d look on and despair. But it turned out the truth was quite different, when we were confronted by the gods of old, they cared not a bit for our murmurings, what they were looking to take...

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this is a painful math class, and operations never had to be nice to us. this is how life martyrs those who have been weakened by their own faults. the desert is there to prove that pain is born from thirst. if the hungry locomotives swallow what they see, there is nothing indecent about the mountain if it slides deadly...

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O The Pestilence ripens in the fields as pest harvests the shops and till Harvesting of diminished yields To !REAL CONSPIRACY! Sovereignty-PIRACY, tips the scales of justice, feilty, unity, irony A question mark with its answer Written on the wall with pen of blood and filth of ashened wills and cheaply boughten thrills Civil Wars and silencing to seal...

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O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost unto Dragons breath, and roasted lots amongst the spit and gradually heated pots crows, counted among the cost, counting zeros, onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths Line by line into perdition we go deeper into the plot of plots Into Penitance, no Penance, yes Lusts succulent-grows In laboratory tests We Like Moths to a drain Of Energy unsleeved Perceived Of misconceived pipings; insane; synergy;...

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The obstacles and dangers are rarely seen Walking with no lamp in the cold dark night. When the big moon hides behind the screen, Flashlight fills the mood in transparent light. Beyond the scary realm unseen noises reign, From the abandon overgrown world, My nature is clear when the flashlight flame Bring something incomprehensible into my soul. Weary nights cloaked in...

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