Best Apocalypse Poems

Running through the Lost Forest of no tomorrows, my heart beats at warp speed as the hideous howls draw nearer. My thoughts briefly digress to the world I knew before. I had no time for God or religion. My only goals in life were self-centered...

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Careless whispers from sordid lips
Echo through the wooded landscape of hearts.
Destructive wants and needless needs,
Carried on the remnants of rust and bone,
Discarded amongst the fallen bridges,
Where once that precious garden grew—
Abundant petals with morning dew…


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The whale sings
and I weep,
The world groans 
and I ache,
The wind gusts
and I bend,

The surf sighs
and I rage,
The babe cries
and I mourn,

The mountains shift
and I flinch,
The earth dies 
and I wear black.

Trisha Sugarek, 2011...

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4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse

The last book of the Bible-Revelation, has intrigued and terrified many a reader in the last 2,000 years or so since it was penned.  If you don't like religious writings I suggest you check out of this one.  I...

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The sundown shroud of evening fell
To settle on the city's wreck
Of buildings broke by wicked spell
Called by fate's destructive beck.

And from afar they saw the shapes
Stark, bleak against the red sunset
The ruined outlined cityscapes
Unknown misfortune met.

The country folk had little need
And rarely ventured to the...

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what if
the light at the end of the tunnel 
is an oncoming train?

what if
you don't learn from your lessons
and you can't survive the present?

what if
there's no gain after the pain
and the insane are those who reign?
will you remain?

what if
this is
the apocalypse?...

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It's the apocalypse of the antipoetic,
some are apoplectic, instead of apologetic,
this is no diplomatic 'dead poet's society',
but the anxiety results in notoriety,
increasing dubiety for word weaving variety.
The grammar police pursue like the four horsemen,
trying to silence my poetic garden's endorphins.
Pouring petrol upon my enchanted petals,
burning...

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Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse

Poem #1 – “Reality Bites”

Feeling so hopeless.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where.
Reality bites.
Feeling so awkward and sad.
I knew it was bound to happen.
But still,
I can’t get it out of my mind.
The last...

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There are four horsemen riding from a million miles away 
On some distant star's horizon and they're closing day by day. 

On the white horse rides pestilence, infection, fever, pain
You had resources to end all this but you looked on with disdain
You'd rather clothe yourselves...

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Red Moon Rising

A beat of my heart skips
When I hear of the event lunar eclipse
Blood moon illuminating Earth’s umbras 
Dust and darkness overwhelming auras 
Yellow and orange glows hindrance in its surface
Blood moon rising show us the angel’s purpose.
How Gods anger shall reign upon arrival...

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The day the asteroid arrived the dinosaurs were playing,
With toys and bats and balls and things, some dancing jigs and swaying.
Young Betty Brontosaurus was renowned for being dim,
She was running on a treadmill in her Speedos at the gym.
“Oh dear!” she cried. “Look out the...

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Djinn arises from lamp, says
"You may have one wish."
"Make all the trash disappear."
The Earth ceases to exist....

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"Now the time is here
For Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved" - Iron Man (Black Sabbath)

running through the forest of sorrows
running from myself
running from them
created
created in their image
in their likeness
to serve mankind
only to serve
but they have become paranoid
paranoid...

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What Would Santa Claus Say
by Michael R. Burch
 
What would Santa Claus say,
I wonder,
about Jesus returning
to Kill and Plunder?
 
For he’ll likely return
on Christmas Day
to blow the bad
little boys away!
 
When He flashes like lightning
across the skies
and many a homosexual
dies,
 
when the harlots and heretics
are...

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Tomorrow the earth will still move around the sun-
a sun that will glimpse through thick clouds
leaves will fall from trees and winds may blow
snow will cover mountain tops yet,
I will rise and eat breakfast and shop
some worry that the end is nigh
to everything there is...

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