Best End Times Poems
As the gold leaves on the ginkgo fall,
Upon the cold autumn earth.
I think how the winter winds
Sound, as they whip as if in mirth.
Winter is upon us, cold lies ahead.
Can we bear the storms of aging?
I can't help but those dread.
Sometimes I feel like raging.
Dear Lord Jesus, give me strength,
To face and handle each day given.
Help me be the kind of person,
That will be delighted in heaven.
Not just for the reward of gold streets
Nor of the river that flows
And, oh! that tree of life
Food for the body and soul
For the reward of meeting Jesus
And see those Christians gone before.
The awesome sound of the heavenly choir
As they sing original lines, set to a new score.
Oh!! To have love in my heart
A kind of love I have never known before.
To feel a part of a group of people,
Whose love does not keep score.
We all want to go
to heaven, but no one wants
to die to get there.
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 ripped asunder,
what will the Easter Bunny think,
I wonder?
NOTE: The biblical book of Revelation says that Jesus will murder children himself for their mother's sins, in the letters to the Churches. But he won't stop there, according to the writer of Revelation, because after all the earth's creatures have sung the praises of God, a third of them will be destroyed in acts of bloody carnage, along with a third of human beings. That's trillions of animals and billions of people. I can't believe the compassionate Jesus of the gospels, who had table fellowship with prostitutes and refused to stone an adulteress, is going to suddenly start murdering their children and become the greatest serial murderer of all time. And how can the man who taught us to put aside religious differences to practice compassion in the Parable of the Good Samaritan not follow his own advice? Jesus reserved all his sternest criticism for hypocrites, so wouldn't he have to live up to his own teaching?
Upon a horse,faithful and true,
Jesus returns on a cloud,
in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
The book of life is opened,at last
Sin meets it's heart's desire;
The deceiver and the deceived,both cast
into the lake of fire.
Water ,clear as crystal now flows
Reviving,the once dead;
Those faithful,who Jesus knows,have
His name on their forehead.
A new earth,no pain death,sunlight or sea,
A new heaven with God each believer will be
The end times are upon us
the return of the Lord is near
try to take care of your loved ones
and those to you that are dear
try to be loving and compassionate
always try to show that you care
children please listen to your parents everywhere
try not to have any bad thoughts
or no harsh words to be said
just keep on walking in the fruit of the spirit instead
the Lord is there to guide us both now and forevermore
just imagine if today was the day that he returned and knocked on our door
wars earthquakes floods despair and fear
just a few of the signs that the end times are near
try to take care of your loved ones
and those to you that are dear.
persecution will come
from even those that we love most and when we least expect it , this I know only to well
and is true.
II Timothy 3:1-5,7 "But realize this, that in the last days difficult times will come. For men
will be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, disobedient to their parents,
ungrateful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, malicious gossips, without self-control, brutal,
haters of good, treacherous, reckless, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of
god; holding to a form of godliness, although they have denied its power; always learning
and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth."
Matthew 24:6 "And you will be hearing of wars and rumors of wars; see that you are not
frightened, for those things must take place, but that is not yet the end."
Matthew 24:7 "For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and in
various places there will be famines and earthquakes."
mathew24:27 Just as the lightning comes from the east,and flashes even to the west,so shall
the son of man be.
Luke 12:37 you too must be ready, for the son is coming at an hour that you do not expect.
mathew 24:30 they shall see the son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and
great Glory. Amen.
Bereaved time of maudlin despair,
soul darkness with words that writhe
in a poignant capitulation
to doom, gloom, death.
Dates traverse a calendar
to end times, 2012 years or other
never-again-to-appear numbers.
Eons maniacally march
ever-advancing to oblivion.
Weary world waits
to puncture the promise of youth
turned chilly down the spine
of never-ending war lists.
Mother Moon and Father Sun
watch patiently as a plethoric potency
of weapons spirals
in unspeakable spasms
towards doom, gloom, death.
COVID-19?
What have you not heard about it?
It’s all over the place
In my face
In your face
In our faces
Only to instill fear
The fear of losing
The fear of dying
Panicking
Rushing
Fidgeting
Pacing
Unsettling
But, we have to be still
And everything became still
It seemed the air became fresher
It seemed the land was not stressed
It seemed the water was clear
It became clear
We had been destroying our environment
With all the everyday bustling
BUT that didn’t last
Because COVID-19 remains an enigma
No, it is not a figment of our imagination
It is a nuisance
An interference
And people want to break free
People want to break free from the stillness
People want to keep moving
Moving forward
Some say the end times is creeping upon us
With Floods
With Fires
With Earthquakes
Destroying lands
Killing people
COVID-19 is the signal of our earth gone bad
Because our sins have gone mad
COVID-19 is a sign that the end is near
When those who have been faithful to God
Will ascend to heaven
When those who have not been faithful to God
Will descend to hell
So, let us take heed and prepare ourselves
For the day will come when the Lord will return
And we must be prepared
So then, can we try and live in harmony with nature?
Can we try and keep it simple?
Or have we progressed so fast we do not know what it really means to be still?
COVID-19, will you come to an end
Or will you overcome the world?
The day is coming
when lion and lamb
join together at last,
not as fierce predator
and succulent prey,
but as companions,
as joyful equals,
in divine tranquility
for all eternity.
The day is coming
when the impossible
becomes possible,
when peace and unity,
truth and justice,
love and mercy,
beauty and wholeness
prevail and endure.
The day is coming
when there is no more confusion and chaos,
no more greed and indifference,
no more inequality and injustice,
no more hate and destruction,
no more corruption and lies,
no more sickness and death.
The day is coming
when God welcomes us,
tenderly embraces us
and wipes from our faces
all our tears and fears.
The day is coming
when hunger and thirst
and separation are no more,
when we are dining together
at the wedding feast of the Lamb.
But the day is today
to share heavenly visions
of thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
And the day is today
for using heavenly visions,
to bring healing to earth,
to all the people we can,
in all the places we can,
in all the ways we can,
as much as we can,
for the kingdom of heaven
is within us now.
all day long the heads
talk of doom and disaster
warning us to stay calm
the end of days is nigh
an old poet finds a word
A time when signs increase
Some are brought level
Poison flows from Fukushima
Ecology and diversity drop
Comets show their aspects
Time to realise, determine
See the changing seasons
End Times
When good men
see bad things happen,
and do nothing
but watch...
The world is set...
on the road,
directly to destruction.
Hope is put in the back seat,
and not seat belted in,
but left there to care
for herself,
as she can no longer
care for anyone else.
Faith...
fallen under the heel of the wicked.
The schools are full of rainbows,
created to mock the truth of real colors
that can only be truly created by God.
Courtrooms and high offices,
stuffed ballots in boxes,
lies to our faces,
and spaces for more tents to be... just ahead.
Beware,
beware...
Find something you can do to change, what is...
or there will be no reason to move forward at all.
Find something or someone...
that you can talk to, vote for,
or gather together, that still has value,
worth fighting to keep.
Find people, each person each day...
look into their eyes and know, the way.
The way the truth and the Light.
There is no other that can save man.
There is no other that will serve
as sacrifice for our sins, of complacency,
and depressive whining about
our status in life.
The End Times Are Here!
I believe God’s
word makes it clear…
The age of the end times is here!
People often call good evil
and evil good...
And God’s truth is misunderstood!
Many turn God’s truth into corruptible lies…
And do what’s pleasing in their own eyes!
Many don’t seem to see or understand…
The darkness that covers much of our land!
Many desire affection from “others features.”
But have become sin-filled “fallen creatures!”
Our days are very short and we
don’t have many!
Will anyone live for Jesus?
Are there ANY?
The truth of God’s word must be our source!
It will help us to overcome sin’s “evil force!”
God’s power is awesome and his presence is real!
Behold the God of Abraham, Jacob and Israel!
Jesus is our only hope and true redemption!
Today can be the day of your salvation!
By Jim Pemberton 09/04/15
The day that Armageddon came,
he thought the entire thing was kind of lame.
Nothing but the noise and smoke of a fiery battle,
and people, left and right, bloodily slaughtered like cattle ~
not much different really from any other mediocre computerized game.
The aging street mourns its faded splendor.
It remembers having red tulips and roses
in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns
in community yards lining its borders.
But neighborhoods gradually decayed,
and nobody’s planted flowers in years.
The asphalt’s once-black fresh-tar patina
is now gray and chockfull of countless cracks.
In those rifts grow rows of feral weeds
that no person planted or wanted.
Rooted in forgotten fissures of the world,
weeds lift their hearts and heads toward the sky.
Survivors of severe environments,
baked by blazing sun, infrequently watered,
deprived of easy access to nourishing soil,
and squashed by droves of mutilating tires.
Yet, still the stalwart weeds survive,
paragons of beautiful resilience.
Glamorous, fragile flowers are transient.
Plain, ordinary weeds are forever.
For humans who feel our messy lives
are more like run-over weeds than roses,
weeds’ wild fortitude foreshadows
an unexpected, untamed eternity.
The chancy countdown clock of my mortality
is ticking toward some unknown preset alarm.
I’m aware of every taciturn tick tock
in unrecoverable moments spent waiting
for something to happen…
and I do not wait well.
I wait for stiff slices of tanned toast to pop up.
I wait for the microwave’s proclamatory ping.
I wait for endless dreary drizzle to stop.
I wait for supplemental shoes to drop.
I wait for stern scarlet stoplights to glow green.
I wait for stalled responses to emailed queries.
I wait for weighty debts to be repaid.
I wait for market losses to regain.
I wait for unsure recovery from illness.
I wait for a time and place of serene stillness.
I wait to watch news that makes me feel happy…
instead of sadly numb from unrelenting horror.
I wait for a time when love and peace…
are not hammered by hate and violence.
I wait for our warming forests to stop catching fire.
I wait for AI to prove its promise rather than peril.
I wait for a clogged Congress to civilly meet in the middle.
I wait for common sense and facts to regain a following.
I wait for a time when cynicism concedes to optimism.
I wait for the long dark night of our collective souls to end.
I wait for the culmination of all things, large and small.
I wait for a time when all our waiting concludes.
I wait for anticipatory hope of Advent and Eschaton
to authentically, faithfully, finally, feel real to me.
But I’m mired in my own limited perception.
I need another perspective for waiting well.
I recall my life spans just an eye-blink slice
within deep, astronomical, cosmic time.
From the Big Bang to the Bethlehem star
over thirteen billion years passed by,
a very long Advent time indeed.
God must be very good at waiting.
(First published in Valiant Scribe Literary Journal (Issue V, Winter 2024) 46-47. See also my poems “Star of Wondering” and “Bringing Heaven to Earth.”)