End Of Days Poems - Poems about End Of Days

THE END OF DAYS

In shadows cast on crumbling walls,
A world once vibrant, now enthralls.
Sunset's blaze, a final dance,
As echoes fade, in apocalyptic trance.

Whispers of winds through barren lands,
Silent cries on shifting sands.
A symphony of chaos, nature's last breath,
Embracing demise, the dance of death.

Stars extinguished, night's canvas bare,
Moon weeps softly, a lone despair.
Cities echo ghostly tales,
As the end unfurls,

END OF DAYS

In shadows cast on crumbling walls,
A world once vibrant, now enthralls.
Sunset's blaze, a final dance,
As echoes fade, in apocalyptic trance.

Whispers of winds through barren lands,
Silent cries on shifting sands.
A symphony of chaos, nature's last breath,
Embracing demise, the dance of death.

Stars extinguished, night's canvas bare,
Moon weeps softly, a lone despair.
Cities echo ghostly tales,
As the end unfurls,

End of Days

End of Days
                                My grandfather foretold
                  

End of Days

Far into tomorrow
Comes a time of great sorrow
The wickedness of mankind's ways
Brings on the end of days
Leaders pretend to be leading
With the lies they are feeding
Grows a bad seed 
It starts to breed
Let us see where that might lead
Hate 
becomes our fate
We see it to late
Nothing is the same 
Who is to blame
Reaching for the

End of Days

Ancient evil rises from the grave,
Blackened souls lurk with vile intent.
Here to ravage Earth and man enslave,
So they can bask in our discontent.

Death runs amok across the land,
Billions die in less than a week.
A mass extinction is soon at hand,
With no repentance at all to seek.

The execution of man and beast,
The whole world pays for

End of Days

What happiness is there in living?
What sadness is there in dying?
Happiness and sadness are ashes in the wind.
Death came along with birth; neither were growing young.
The hope of living, is the fear of leaving. 

Man's iniquity courts his own end.
His life was lamentable, his death painful.
Only with brightness can good exterminate evil.
Joy and sorrow eventually

At End of Days

 At end of days, it is too late
To set our heart with bliss ablaze
Death looms, we feel life force abate
What’s the use now, to sing God’s praise

Dead man walking, as though in daze
The life we led, crooked, not straight
Weary now, in life’s final phase
At end of days, it is too late

With each breath, we’re

Until the End of Days

When the last wild tree has fallen,
Concrete covered last bare earth,
When we've finally completed
Rape of the Mother Earth,
When the last bird has flown freely,
The last wild animal safely caged,
Will we be proud of the warfare
Against nature mankind has waged.
When the earth is one big city
With an outlook bare and bleak
Will we have finally achieved
The victory

End of Days

It was of reason for what's to come as things change like people do. Searching for a reason to put me down as I've carried through with a heavy load. It was a midnight ride I came from one night, singing in praise living and laughing out loud and free for all the world to

The End of Days

If it arrives
will it be reduced to a ‘not quite’?
We wait knowing we must miss it
in order to see it.

Maybe the 'End of Days'
will be like a tomorrow,
that turns up much later than we thought?

While we wait
we might as well paint hallelujahs on the ceiling
as well as on the bottom of a coffin lid,
or doodle

At End of Days

At end of days comes life review
Smiles and tears that we caused
Are we pure like the morning dew
Is our ego urge paused

If we sit at God’s feet
No lessons to repeat
Joyful soul’s bliss replete 

Heart’s loving ways
At end of days

04-February-2022
Quietus 

Troubled Weather

My fingers reaching for heaven,
hope is clutched in my hands.

God is watching me,
I know he's listening.

I pray to him,
asking for strength.

My tears, 
they blame my weakness.

My heart cries,
For It beats at my pain.

I hear you Lord,
the end is near.

My eyes have seen,
my ears have heard.

My faith tested,
every single day.

The tribulations,
they are starting.

The fig tree,
it will

Billowing Purple Fire

apocalyptic abrasions tear 
across earth and sea and sky

crepuscular beast of no moon
reveals and unreveals 

ambiguous forms of vapor 
from crack and crevice emergant

close-mouthed apparition appears
forever and ever
nose breathing

billowing purple fire 

rancid breaths from open mouths breathing hell
exhale insidious tar-storm, mordant flame,

 red fangs in the brume funereal protrude
 beneath shimmering eyes judgemental
 from fire-gale

End of Days

Polls to polarize
Magnificent her glory stands abashed
Kick the can again
Shattered irreplaceable hope dashed

Find affront line
Sad a brother said a vile phrase
Undecided vilified
Bringing on the end of days

End of Days

And I for one would like to sleep
but I cannot, because I weep
for lives and dreams and nations lost
We never thought to count the cost

So many are the pirouettes
of running, flailing silhouettes
as flames behind them flicker high
to set aglow the night time sky

Becoming so habitual
this savage urban ritual
of settling some phantom score
by pillaging a local

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