Apocalyptic Poems

The ABCs of Surviving The End Of The World

Always remember to pack the essentials,
Bat, Bottle, Bag, Boots,
Cut down anyone who tries to get in the way,
Don't look them in the eye, it only makes it harder,
Enemy, everyone is the enemy, yes, even them,
Find what you can, anything, you'll need it later,
Get up, you don't have time to rest, not yet,
How have you survived

Shadows of the Valley

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

Apocalyptic desolation

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

A Lighthearted Peek At The Apocalyptic World Of Poetry Contests

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

Apocalyptic Prophesies of Perry Campanella Nostradamus

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

Beneath the Shattered Sky

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

Rose Meadow: In the Future, There Will Be No Meadows

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

The Apocalyptic Period

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

Apocalyptic Fury

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

Apocalyptic Rituals

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

Gods and Robots, Part Ii

...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

Gods and Robots, Part I

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

Lesson One

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

The Game of Thrones2

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

The Game of Thrones

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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