Doomsayers Poems - Poems about Doomsayers

... One step back, two steps forward, Swing around and do the dance, Keep it fast, a little awkward A whole world audience to entrance. Now you've got them captivated Up the tempo, raise the hea......

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...We turned the mattress over, the world was leaning to one side, and heads were rolling. Bodies tipped over in the night, whole families were found to be slanted from the slippage. They say (m......

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...they had piled up tinder wood and firecrackers under the cauldron ready for the feast as they shelled out wisdom and claimed justice after all humanity was at stake and doomsayers were to be plea......

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...War reprehensible war, with such connotations as I abhor' Also the agents of its inception; on them be complete rejection' Those that sow unrest, within the people's breast; bones of contention' S......

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...foisted upon her was the merry go round crystal chandelier it stuck in her beautiful mind like a beacon of flaming desire of clouds fried by a cuckoo with an indestructible socket her eyes w......

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...In a moment of magic I once gave her a juicy innocent peach Not yet knowing that she harboured a sweet nascent dream In which as a youngster she knew that she would marry the one Who handed ......

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...A global index, strive to intermix with the universe and it’s creator, find a point of view Cosmic order inspired journey discovering questions of faith Doomsayers predicts man in ‘St......

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...You can have it all, if you don't need nothing Keep the good vibes rolling, if it helps with one's loving It's like a whole EDM festival, coming from your mouth Not like those turntable dudes, ......

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...Apocalypse--- Abortive gorgons cling. Political messiahs creep. Other dystopias eschew. Called messiahs lament. American messiahs laze. Lyrical raptures luxuriate. Youthful doomsayers linger......

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...one bloodied pencil stub If “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger” then I’ll have one muscle bound corpse and one bloodied pencil stub. Let us define death as the absence of …. inn......

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...Vers Beaucoup The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many rhymes”. Each stanza (you can have as many stanzas as desired as long as they follow the rhyming......

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