Best Dooms Poems
Collisions avalanche, beneath the icy
Waves, of the North Atlantic.
Birthed in the cradled of Belfast,
A maritime giant, became crimsoned,
By champions shattered tradition,
An ironic omen presence to come.
For she bares tragedy’s mark, the name
Given to this colossus, the titanic.
An aquatic diamond gem, of ocean
Liners, refined and polished for the
Privileged elite.
A jewel shinning, with a brilliance fire,
No vessel could rival, this grand ladies,
Opulence.
The unsinkable legend survives even,
From under the brimey fathoms depths.
In the whispering wind echoes, carried
Just above the foam and sprays watery
Crest, a haunting refrain is spoken,
Ice burg dead ahead.
A sheer ice blade, is driven into the
Hulls breast plate, puncturing the maid
On her maiden voyage.
Death's fiddler plays an eerie tune,
As the screaming chorus sings,
Dooms lullaby, of remorseful regrets,
Of the living dead.
Abandon ship, women and children
First, but life’s greed proceeds protocol,
And man take seats reserved while
Others are simply left empty.
A once shinning star, is broken now
In two, rivaling in pain, she the
Grand lady, shutters, grasping for
Some hold, but fates evil hand
Pulls her beneath the frozen
Angry sea.
To rest at the bottom of titan's
Kingdom, in a crept mausoleum of
Seaweed, and coral debris.
Yet the Titanic still remains the
Diamond jewel of the seven seas,
Her mystery's beauty, a mystic
Inspiring mankind to solve
The questions that remain,
Unanswered.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
HISTORICAL
Categories:
dooms, adventure, imagination, inspirational, international,
Form:
Free verse
She rides into town with a storm as her steed
With clicking ice spurs, and rattling reins
With somber delivery and the bleak look of gloom
Bursting with pride as the old year must end
She shoves her way into the house out of spite
A dooms-day gray cloud, who brings her own blight
Leaving a trail of footprints and mud
Building a nest out of leftover crumbs
Flapping her wings and spinning the clock
Strutting her youth at the stroke of midnight
She stalks on wet feet, with some snow on her boots
She shouts out the news that your taxes are due
No care in the world that she makes us feel blue!
Her windows are dark, and her doorway is bare
She holds a firm grip, till the end of her stay
Yet, slowly and surely, against good advice
Intrudes like a flood, as she watches creeks rise
At last comes the sun, to shoo her away
To thaws her cold grip, and her frown of surprise
With remorse, she announces... it's time for goodbye!
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Categories:
dooms, imagination, nature, new year,
Form:
Personification
Now I lay with everywhere around,
softly rains your lines, your curves, your sound
upon my dreams, day awakens from death and yet
clouds drift around my head, loosened from regret.
It is at moments after I have dreamed
whispers seep into my veins of love redeemed.
Secrets clutched in trembling hands, held tight to my chest
will my heart to beat of truths our silences confessed.
My father moved through dooms of love
and I being the younger one, stargazing from above
decided to be all things and more, an antidote
for his coolness practiced, listless eyes and bloat.
Now what were motionless move,
in dreams of day or night, new skies remove
these clouds of gray and rust astray beyond the sea
as still waters boldly rise in dance to break free.
Sometimes I am alive because with
these mentioned experiences and myths,
I am tender like a fawn, tougher than a beast
resilient from each love lost, each sunrise in the east.
*Bold lines are titles of EE Cummings' poems
Written 2/9/17 for The Poet's Pluck Contest
Categories:
dooms, dream, feelings, hope, lost
Form:
Quatrain
In the blink of an eye the time passes so fast it flies by
Define time
Lives a ***** then you die
Eye of the storm watches over my lifestyles fate
In dire straight bathing as the holy water washes over my tired face
I sate thirst
I taste black words emerge that I wanna say
and they say I'm shot away
First and second take pressing play checking the record again
Third I gotta change
Forth, fifth, sixth day Armageddon
Getting too close to the edges better slow down ya fast progression of mad acts of mankind's expansion of minds
Enhanced heights
Drawing a line's unintelligible in the advancement of time
At the end of our time do we start again?
Running the marathon man labyrinth
Passionate
Partaking in challenges
Participant champion triumphs
No standing on iron shoulders of arrogant giants
I'm the desert rat blazing a trail in my chariot of fire
Call me Pisces Iscariot sia-mese dream
Twin town hide and seek
Me, myself and I feature split minds spitefully
My real self hides inside myself and screams blue murder
From the tomb where my wounds tumor
Terminal doom soon turns gloomier
Duma key frenzied telepath terror streak
reeks havoc and brings sheer panic to every street
Splashing ink on a blank canvas
Painting the future with an exact accurate dooms day
In fact grab a seat at the master piece gallery of art of new fate
As a new day dawns ya fates drawn
Ya destiny's death till then you'll work just to pay for it
I'm sleep walking with one foot in my grave scourging in flames and the pains more moreish than this draw that I crave
Mad thoughts on my brain scattered funny
I'm that ex druggy heard talking to my sex life in a language I actually haven't studied
Which way is up cus this ascension gets me spinning out twisting figure eights into eyes of the thickest clouds
Brainstorm demon outcast from our modern lands
Phantom of the opera mask
Shock horror comic graph-ic novel
Zombie slash monster mash
Rapid action packed chapters
This mad dog's rabid
Scattering the ashes and rise a hundred phoenix
Evoke the cross ghosts demons and summon the spirits of lost souls
I'm like a poltergeist with a cross bow with poisonous bolts
I'll possess any joyous host
Annoy me I'll destroy every toy ya own
I enjoy walking through this void alone
Categories:
dooms, hip hop, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Of first embrace and broken glass
I cherish that first spark
New light upon our forest' dark.
Do you recall that northern wind?
It came at first so swift
Perhaps our growing light enraged
Poor Hopelessness', her whims denied
Inspired shadows from retreat
Those having once left us in our light.
"There's hope for you!” her battle cries
“Forwards; towards the glowing night
Attack! The lion will not bite
I promise he will turn blind eyes
Go back! I will cover your eyes!”
“Follow storms winds descent
True path through forests dense
Enter hence.
Rip, tear, rent!
From low to high
Head to toes
Even to above
Where dark forest glows
Churn even these shades
Whites and grays
Yellows arrayed,
Where once were dulled
"My children do not stop there!"
She would say,
"You must inscribe them full
Lest unseen hopes, occupy as slivers
As pretending tones, they have been known to hide
Shimmers upon the edge of shades
We must leave them emptied, lost whims, denied
Their ways left as waste to ruins
Despairs do not relent with dooms
Leaving chance to sparks in time
Per chancing kindles from hearts that loom.”
“Descend, my raging opaque!
The dense itself engrave
Teach young love old lessons
That she may now know at such young age
The heart of this forest lessened.”
“Now go' my shadowed tails delight
Slice sharp paths without care
Cause those within their ears too bear
The roaring of fresh leaves…
Torn from their rightful place
Before the given time”
“Dying screams let them endure
Let them feel your shadows
….Purge!”
The cold so swift
We were so sure This was spring
........residues
Your body’s naked form, lovely
Dropping, encircling our flame
Dying breath
Woman’s instinct
Nurturing
Disregarding winds intent
Then came the rains' extinguishing
Saving coals
Your hands were warm
My feet were cold
I shiver at this memory.
…Rains cold intensity
The downpour overcoming
Me
I'm sorry I could not see
My circle enclosed circles now
Circling
I knew the dark complete
As our smoke heavenward arose
To late this pittance; ash offerings
Ashes on the ground
Then came the rivers rage
Cutting its path through the heart
Forever too leave
Forever leaving its mark
Upon our forest dark
Meandering on; its choosing path
And I with it beside; belonged
For a chosen time
My love again I say
For a chosen time
Do you understand?
I chose the time of days
My shame
Categories:
dooms, devotion, life, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Time is serenading a soulless march
September sings mournful, parched tomb
Lies untouched in the bleeding hearts crying out
For redemption and hearing a requiem no doubt
Iniquity without solace, truth waved bye
Long ago and we suffer and die
As vapid pleonasms offer no comfort
To troubled minds and souls, now come forth
Receive the blessings found in this tomb
Reciprocity of love and truth now looms
Across the sky when you enter here and help
The impecunious muster, give them a hand
Love your brother young man, for this tomb
In its glory and blazing irascible light dooms
Evil's plans of vile treachery, blindsides the
Buried bile of biblical mockery so confided and...
Entombed eternal
"Become who you were born to be, not who you've allowed yourself to become."
Categories:
dooms, faith, peace, philosophy, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
envy at our birth
The true poison of this earth
dooms the chance of mirth
Categories:
dooms, life, people, philosophy,
Form:
Senryu
Then one day, everything stopped
She no longer cared for things
Her vitality just dropped,
She no longer spread her wings.
Detaching herself from poems
Hundreds left unedited
Papers filled with dooms
The writer's dream forfeited.
Gone is her ultimate dream,
Gone are visions she wager
She once battled- made a name
Now vanished into thin air.
Her pen no longer bleeding,
Her thoughts no longer written
People were left wondering
Why she is no longer seen.
Her fave coffee turned so cold
Her fave books dusty, unread
Her stories remain untold
She finally succumbed- dead.
Categories:
dooms, conflict, death of a
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I know I have been on repeat for 15 years
I lost all my originality when I was sick and stolen from
My guess is it poured out along with my soul and fears
chasing after my sanity as it flowed away in tears
Its hard to come up with inspiration when your on pause
trying to justify the actions of those who love you
or at the very least come up with a justified cause
one they could of chases based on misinterpreting something they saw you say
or do
But best laid plans and lost causes your once dream life was taken from you
with nothing but a barely believable story that I can only take accountability
for not being strong enough to stay in the right when they made moves to take
my light and say it wasn't true
confused in the dark is not a reasonable place to figure out culpability.
The only thing I have left in me because I shed my soul daily I dont save up
because I cant promise all good every day so let it go good or bad send it
home
and start fresh the next day but I can't shed the memory of the darkness and
the way out it stays in me like a circuit loop in a conduit.
So I can travel in the darkness to shed light on those who stay there and
hope they find hope to search for light because follow me or you when its
their fight is not the best way.
all this said and I am still not right I no I may be meant for darkness to help
others overcome.
if thats true what all the pain to keep me here
so much inner strength it takes to just find a smile and a way to help others.
heal
when all I could been is gone why is that the deal
unloved and alone for 15 years fighting a war that free others.
but dooms me to something that I cannot hate or regret only dred
Hope that i did bot deserve it that I volunteered otherwise I may die in
clovers
But surely it is hell that waits for me.
I feel so unheard I pour out words that are not great
but they would carry meaning spoken to anyone strong and meek
from ear to ear of peasants and kings
and these words will carry a truth for all who truth seek
Categories:
dooms, angel, anger,
Form:
Free verse
Revolution – popular discontent –
From which revolt of third estate arose
Of burden’d citizens which all resent;
Monarch’s frivolities must be disposed.
Committee of public safety, in charge,
Dooms all to die at Jacobin command –
The guillotine strikes fear, makes numbers large
Embrace of death that variance demands.
All are ruled under the directory,
With those that led now dead, missing their heads.
Among them, none could guess trajectory
Of the directory torn now to shreds
Through one man, emperor by self ordained:
The great Napoleon, o’er France to reign.
Categories:
dooms, history
Form:
Sonnet
What could live beneath radiation's
Mushroom storm cloud?
The heavens are burnt asunder,
Horizons red dawn glows,
With an eerie mist.
Lightening and thunder strikes,
Against fallout’s atmospheric residue,
Ashes debris falls as embers fire.
Emerging from the depths below,
A creature surfaces, a monster
With rages vengeance, flowing
Through it's veins.
Born from human arrogance,
And ignorance, a genetic mutation.
Natures evolutionary throw back,
Our legacy of destruction,
A reptilian tidal wave.
With an earth shattering roar,
A tremendous force felt around,
The world,
He announce his calamity to come.
Wading through the ocean depths,
The king of all lizards,
A clashing titan, heading towards
Civilization, at torpedo's
Super sonic velocity.
A great reckoning is at hand,
Conflicts Jurassic hurricane,
Slams against the shores of
Reality, known as Tokyo bay.
Wreckage’s wrecking ball, tares apart
Mankind’s environmental habitat,
Without any mercy.
Hell's fiery breath, is spewed forth
From his jaws of death, radioactivity's
After shock, lives within this dooms
Days creature.
As electricity's feedback, shimmers
Downwards, on his spiny back,
Seemingly to recharge the beast.
He roars once more, as a wake up call,
Beware his name lives in your
Night mares,
Behold Godzilla, the king of all
Monsters.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
dooms, character, imagination, international, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
WAR
Senseless killings
Barbaric and animalistic desires
Necrophilia and sadomasochism
Blinded by nationalistic pride
All out war
So babies have no where to hide
Drone attacks on hospitals and nurseries
They bury their corpses
In cheap boxes
Bombs and guided missiles
Strike targets from the sky
The innocent are murdered
So I ask why
Technology is pushed to its very limit
Seals fire shots with laser that beam it
With accuracy and precision
But what is yardstick to politicians’ decision?
Resources are channel to produce victory
The masses are slaughtered
So again we repeat history
Both sides of the wall commit atrocities
The resurrection of man’s innate beastiality
Collateral damage caused in every surgical strike
And then we face reprisal
Explosives on trucks and even on a bike
IEDs!
So watch where you are stepping
Women are foes too
So be careful with who you re helping
Suicide bombers looking for soft hits
Same was the 1960s and the 21st century is a repeat
Nukes and ICBMs
Delivery is eminent
Annihilation of the subhuman race
And to put our names in history’s place
Dooms day arrives
See the markings of World War III
Orbital bombardment from attack satellites
But all you see is
Red light
Blue light
Then we are consumed by fire
I shall live beyond this day
So the devil is a liar
A million boots put in harms way
And with their blood they shall pay
Love ones wish they could stay
And pray not for that day
Torpedoes launched from submarines
Tomahawks fired from cruisers
The battle for oil and land
But we are all losers
War!
Categories:
dooms, war
Form:
Haiku
The winds howled screaming with death's verdict,
His icy fingers grappled at the ships haul,
Pulling and twisting without any mercy's salvation.
Vengeance's arch angel, his black robes rippling in
The hostile breeze, heckles at the dying souls
As the last grasping for life is hushed,
Beneath the waves murky deep.
He gathers these unfortunate within his blackend nets,
Relishing in their pains agony,
Feasting upon regrets darkest harvest.
A darker kingdom welcomes their demonic honored father,
Ruling this land of fire and bone chilling ice,
Hatred's faithful bow low, unto this shunned by god.
In the shadows realm deviate malformations dance
A waltz in tune with dooms echoing to come.
Hush creatures of the night, for it shall come,
My children in kindred's spirits of thou’est most evil.
When the bowels of heaven are shut tight, and
Darkness consumes the world of man, so than
Harken well it tolls the bellows of doom.
Blowing their trumpets casting asunder by thunders
Earth shaking mighty hammer, will fall and
Crack the world in two,
Than shall we not feast upon the meek
And mislead.
No salivations prayers can save them,
For they belong to me.
For am I not the sinful father, embracing
These fallen children within my dark embrace,
Is this not what they've asked for,
To join me in this masquerade of death.
A wicked snare breaks across his dry
Blistered lips,
As a cackles laughter echoes from this no mans
Land of the living dead!
Here life evades capture, and only terrors
Shackles rattle at freedoms liberation,
Teasing its prisoners with a breath of fresh
Air from the world above.
A torturous paradise for those forsaken,
But it feeds the crimson lord and master
Quit well.
Hell's ebony doors slam shut behind him,
As he rests upon his bloody throne!
Soon my brethren echoes into the night,
As the moons illusion shines across the
Unsuspecting world at somber,
Dreaming left unaware, unsuspected
Just as he likes it.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
dooms, dark, evil, gothic, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
*** Black Snow Storm ***
I’m blacker and madder and more than Hell I be bringin’ ya,
I’m a ****ed up assailant,
Mental-case mercenary hell bent,
Simultaneous and concurrent, I’m yo danger and yo savior.
But I’m real, and tangible, and do things unimaginable.
On the inside and ominous, searing truth burns my existence,
In the cold empty blanks of loathing inspired shadows,
Darkness manifests completely, as only I the one who knows.
Buried in denial, a Black Snow Storm of persistence.
Mad viral runaway,
Reaper-tagged, body bagged,
Peacefully performed, daily is as dooms a day.
Sicker than a mange’d up, street livin’ dog,
Fraudulent, Arrogant, Intelligent, and robbed.
Hustled by humanity, dignity straight-up jacked,
It’s parted-out and shipped out and neva comin’ back.
Crazy muthu****in razor bladed Snowflake,
Cold steeled touched be tight, and straighter-edged unique.
I’m in yo face, and in yo space,
An breathing stank leathelality,
Cuz crazy is as crazy does and I’m yo new reality.
I’m blacker than a ninja,
Trackin’ like a laza,
Murder-edged, star throwin’,
Life takin’ playa.
Fueled by the mental,
Conflicted, festering failure,
The whip-saw cracked, manic sized, consequential behavior,
The ease of mind is nowhere found, the truth be nothin’ gentle.
Snowflake driven, horrifying maelstrom,
Anarchist, Nihilist, devastating and then some.
Black Snowstorm blinded ya, and buried everything you know,
Snowflaka’ made it happen,
An unrelenting blizzard, of Black as coal Snow.
*** By djDiZZasteRR (AKA Brian Bauer) ***
Categories:
dooms, rap,
Form:
Lyric
All Hallows Night
It’s a dark wicked night
When the spirits alight
From graves and tombs, to wander
Tis the brave that go out
The strong and the stout
Whose sanity they risk to squander
The ghosts and the ghouls
Are out for those fools
Who roam, for trick or for treat
With every step bidden
Dark forces are hidden
Madness, they’re certain to meet
This is the night
Dead come out to fright
The release of the former deceased
Vengeance they seek
Mayhem to reek
Their passage to heaven increased
Heads revolving clockwise
Revenge in their eyes
To drag you down to catacombs
Once you are there
They’ll strip the soul bare
Inflict on you ten thousand dooms
So before you die
Look into the eye
Of those, that have done you wrong
Remind with a smile
You’ll be back in a while
“Hell’s waiting, I won’t be long. (Mhuahahaha)”
For Everything Halloween Contest
Sponsored by Russell Sivey
Poem Written: 1 Oct 2013
Categories:
dooms, death, fear, halloween, horror,
Form:
Rhyme