Best Apocalyptic Poems

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...

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Incite the words that take me through
Unload your fears and call them truth
Stand up and consecrate your hate
Follow along, or die alone in debate

Just look at everything there is
Either products of pain or products of bliss
Just look at everyone that knows
Either running towards or waiting...

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Pitch Dark Rain: Apocalyptic

vanished polar ice
oceans’ currents all askew. . . .
skylines blaze scarlet

comes a scathing wind
scorching land left not immersed. . . .
waters turn crimson

moans escape parched tongues
prayers ascend to ashen skies. . . .
pitch-dark rain pounds down


For Royal Ninja's Crimson Poetry Contest...

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Earths red crust shudders
Skyline crackles purple forks
Famine feet flurry

My willow tree scorched
Lunar eclipse eternal
Barefoot beach walk dream

Volcanic ash views
A black season treelines crunch
Whimpered solo bark

Stagnant water tea
Pungent roots and herbs galore
Humanless abyss...

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Apocalyptic sight

 

Six pairs of Homeric children’s eyes
Over the tomb of ice gray world
Multiply my infinite sorrow into sins with no eyes or ears
In tangents of nostalgia
I kiss the death there that life suffers lung cancer

 
Biblical accusation pierces the silence of solitary harp in...

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Has Granny gone batty?
She tells us of love,
Of flowers and trees  
And a thing called a ‘dove’.
But none of these things exist now today,
Since the world heated up
And the lakes turned to clay.
The deserts are barren
Around our estate,
It’s a fight for survival,
A fight against...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...






Beast 666
by Michael R. Burch

“... what rough beast ... slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”?W. B. Yeats

Brutality is a cross
wooden, blood-stained,
gas hissing, sibilant,
lungs gilled, deveined,
red flecks on a streaked glass pane,
jeers jubilant,
mocking.

Brutality is shocking?
tiny orifices torn
by cruel adult...

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Sand paper shores *******he seasons to shift into a new dawn. I believed the skies would forever hold their pillows damp with the rain, along with the sunshine. Can you smell the plague come pouring down like a summer storm? See the hollowed graves scattered...

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Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear (Rev 1:3)
And the dead that die in the Lord (Rev 14:13).
Blessed is he that watches and keeps his garments (Rev 16:15)—
The marriage supper he’ll applaud (Rev 19:9).
Blessed and holy is he that takes part
In the first...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems about the earth, climate change, global warming, extinction events, and mankind's role on an endangered world ...



Polish
by Michael R. Burch

Your fingers end in talons?
the ones you trim to hide
the predator inside.

Ten thousand creatures sacrificed;
but really, what’s the loss?
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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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By: Liam Wilson

Deep she lurks within me
My craft she does infuse
The dreadful siren’s call
Apocalyptic Muse

Rises with the Autumn
With torpor slumber blues
And bade me record her dreams
My scribing at her cues

Her words my hands do write
Subtleties of abuse
Captured at her whim
And held there through her ruse

Embraced...

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How far down do you need to go_
~to stand face to face and toe to toe_
~with that no-good son of a so and so?
Taking not only yourself but all you know.
Descending from on high to deep below_


How many of your friends are now your foe?
Rejecting...

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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...

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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...

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