Best End Of The World Poems
Suppose the world might come to an end tonight
The earth, as we know it, heaving a last gasping sigh,
Whether by divine providence, or some fool’s delight,
We have no way of knowing when the time is nigh.
The earth, as we know it, heaving a last gasping sigh,
Its moon turning to blood and its oceans seething
We have no way of knowing when the time is nigh,
We don’t know the second we will stop breathing.
Its moon turning to blood and its oceans seething,
Burning as though the sun has exploded in a fury,
We don’t know the second we will stop breathing
So, we continue through life as though in a hurry.
Burning as though the sun has exploded in a fury
Some have prophesied the earth will be so fated
So we continue through life as though in a hurry,
Somehow believing when it’s over, we’ll be elated.
Some have prophesied the earth will be so fated,
Whether by divine providence or some fool’s delight,
Somehow believing when it’s over, we’ll be elated
Suppose the world might come to an end tonight.
March 15, 2022
At the end of the world great bears sleep under drifts,
Cardinal crowned Cranes sing and dance in joyous union.
Long winters blossomed by colourful spring and autumn.
Sweet summers vibrate with labouring European bees
As rowdy Sika deer wander this hardy land of contrasts.
Dragons breath seeps from deep earth’s core to sculpt
And create a soulful oasis within turmoil and bedlam.
Here the Ainu live in concord with nature’s seasons.
Bowing to midwives of our world protecting life’s wonders
I salute your gifts you leave us though I will never see
Your wondrous habitat of Hokkaido’s land of extreme,
To witness the land where great bears sleep under drifts.
Sweet song of humanity, play on
apparently, we still ain't gone
global catastrophe seems eminent
yet bars and parties are still prominent
a question of when, not if
that's what the epidemiologist insists
the bees have died
the brokers cried
but we play on
The end of the world as we know it -
The cockroach, the virus, the poet.
“ The end of the world”
Planets are like just round balls
One day they all have to fall
Heaven or hell
That day angles would ring justice bells
Then we would be wordless
The life we started there would be timeless
The graves would rise again
With a little hope of fame
Our deeds will be counted
Then we all have to be mounted
Sometimes I just wonder
How would I surrender
When the journey ends
With a clap of thunder.
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame.
What if it was the end, the final call,
Would jests and levity your stance define?
Regret, a haunting echo, would enthrall,
As time, a gift, was squandered, not divine.
The freedom granted in the fleeting hours,
Yet, dedicated not to Heaven's plea,
The call to be a savior in your bowers,
Neglected, as a futile, vain decree.
Oh, heed this warning, ears that bear the weight,
Prepare thy soul, for God's impending fate.
What if it was the end, a solemn plea,
To face the judgment of eternity
What will you say?
Covid madness sweeps through the world
General Corona
unleashes his army
the invisible army
upon the world
killing millions
in its wake
spreading chaos and death
as he rides in
on the black horse of death
harbinger of the end of days
destroyer of worlds
ending of the world
revelations come to life
covid19 poem contest all poetry
In this world we seek wealth and that better life
Finding lies, debt, plague and fear, in this forest of strife
Spirit weak, hopeless, afraid to answer when any query is raised
behind apathy and delusion hide, thinking earth will be unfazed
See the deadly dregs of destructive waste, defiled sea and sand
With our befouling of the heavens, mutating plant and man
Creating wealth is the priority, of humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, to seed arrogance not mirth
The people's voice was muted, for way to many years
Unanswered questions persist, we can't afford to fear
Still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate
To save our world and all humanity from their present fate
Is it possible to correct our mistakes and save this great land
Seems ironic to say but, "Our fate is in the Peoples Hands".
Saudade for friends I have lost
as I get older
I lose more people
every year
more people I knew
have died moving on
and I mourn their lost friendship
wished I had been
a better friend for them
and knew them better
and with the corona virus
spreading around the world
I will lose so many more
in the coming year
as the virus spreads
its malignancy far and wide
I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister
due to a freak illness in 2007
and my mother
due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
and my father-in-law as well in 2007
Demel Tucker
high school debate teammate
dead of HIV in 1995
Julian Bartley and his son
died in a terrorist bombing
in Nairobi in 1998
Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000
Paul Simon friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004
Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack in 2007
Chris Richard
one of my former bosses
from my days in Bangkok
dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014
and so many others
I have lost
along the way
and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old in the corona era
Every moment closer towards the sun we go.
We are approaching at the speed our finger nails grow.
Inevitably we will be so close to the sun
that it will vaporize everything, everyone.
Our beloved planet earth will all be gone.
On the bright side you may also want to know
that we still have 7.5 billion years to go.
A screech-owl sounds in the distance,
Maybe two miles away.
He signals:
The trees understand.
There is no time here for drooping
Or hanging like a bat.
Why do owls screech, anyway?
It is a mystery
Known only to the forest,
Which waits for the drama
to unfold
Like a bird's wing taking flight.
There are no words in this still evening,
Nor wind at work.
There are only the sounds
That pierce the air with warning.
A cloud drifts overhead
And time stops.
It is the end of the world--
But only for a moment.
Then the next act is played out
Upon the stage of life.
If the end of the world was near
I would shift into a different gear
I’d jump in my car
And drive to a bar
A drink a whole barrel of beer
5 billion years have passed
Society is long since gone
The sun is now so vast
The Earth has its final dawn
Life has withered away
Leaving ruins in its wake
Memories fade in decay
A world that we forsake
Far away on another rock
Humans made their home
Still we avert death’s clock
As the universe we roam
We've continued to adapt
And look nothing like before
Our potential was untapped
Until we strived for more
They say the end is coming.
A prophecy,
Or falsehood?
Quinzaine Contest Dr.Ram Mehta
I was watching a TV debate
The programme was running too late
Several topics had to be discussed
The participants they would not be rushed
The studio lights were set low
As arguments swept to and fro
Fingers pointing and tempers got lost
In this satire of low budget cost
Political issues created uproar
As inflation was all set to soar
Then the balance of the euro and so
The economy recovery so slow
But the thing that made me so laugh
Was this, cos it sounded so daft
The presenter on his feet he did shift
And ended a debate ho so swift
He said, ladies and gents may I please
End this discussion on African disease
Time is passing so fast
There is one more discussion, one last
He stood there microphone in his hand
And cut the last argument so he can
Debate the
“end of the world”
Before the
“end of the programme”