Best Doomsday Poems

You go about your daily life,  but do you even care ?
That one day you will wake up and your earth's not there
And what...

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Mongrels gyrating on the edge of town
This it now- its going down
The chant electric, the doomsday count
It matters not that no one speaks a word
We...

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Should doomsday prophesies prove true
     and our planet’s life cycles renew
          mysteries...

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Dear Budding Poet,

Modern poetry is a mix of new and old with modern styles created by bending or even breaking the rules of old forms...

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Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . . 

Cameras rolling, take one, action! 
“How stupid can you be?...

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That foolish stranger who had wandered into town
bickering with folks, trying to shove them around
was nothing more than an old worn-out clown.
Beneath Soup Creek Bridge,...

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Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil

Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region...

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Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran 
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea 
China taking over the sea...

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I'm an alien from Krypton and I'm able to fly.
I'm Superman and bullets don't make me die.
Bombs, tanks and nuclear weapons can't kill me either,...

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SPOOOOKEEEE

Lost in the woods
On All Saints Night
Chill in my blood
Moon’s a fright

Its ring around
Is red as hell
And distantly
The doomsday bells

Eerie bongs
Tis truly said
One short ...

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It's the pain laced cold reality check
crashing winds hurricane blowing 
the tail end landing with news processed 

Suffering human rights ignored pains
through prides green eyes...

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WHAT IT ISN’T

It isn’t waiting for the downtown trolley
Hearing the ding of its bell

Isn’t knowledge of threat
Walking around Municipal Square
In rain, snow or fair

Chin up
Eyes...

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The Long Count Calendar, Cycle One Ends

December twenty-first, two thousand and twelve –
The Mayan long count calendar sets sights on that year.
Are there ecological and...

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On one dark and stormy night… on a local, lonely, wind swept moor,
A very young and slightly mad scientist did some craziness, for sure.
Now mind...

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Amadioha the great god of Thunder and Justice
We have gathered at the shrine of Alusi’gwe 
To pour libations to you
Even as I do my folk...

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