End Of Days Poems - Poems about 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,...

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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,...

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End of Days My grandfather foretold ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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