End Times Poems - Poems about End Times

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 TIMES : TWO End time dramas continue to unfold as foretold tribes of Judah and Gad united in ether descending conspiring to pull Matrix strings across rooms boom death Will hidden documents forged a trigger activates illicit action Centre remains perfection resurrection Claim no marriage for money honeyed both are paper thin dust speckled dragonflies glide into geraniums cry Truth mourns hen-chicken...

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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....

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We have hungerly kissed lovely, lifeless corpses when eating plants and animals, which daily nourish our bodies. But do we pay our proper respects to those dearly departed...

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END TIMES : ONE [Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is how it will be at the end of the age…: Matt 13 : 31 I likewise...

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Time slips by as the wind whispers through the trees, Waving hands fly like the movement of the breeze And families pray for those they love, all because, Time gave hope, time restored, welcome home; Yet every blessing stems from dedication honed in time, While days with family take the love to better heights, Giving surety that God is on his...

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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...

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It will always be the end Until it really is It is never the beginning Until it’s too late to realize It was It is always the ever present now Until it’s not, sooo Let it never be not And might as well not Worry about it The inevitable is simply, Inevitable. “Never limit...

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End times is very Scary, like you never Dreamt a dream before....

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We spend too much time worried about end times instead of building our faith now...

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When the buds are tender green And the fig leaves begin to sprout None will mistake the end time scene, The earth itself will shout. Upon a horse,faithful and true, Jesus returns on a cloud, As, in the air He comes into view Every knee is bowed. Water ,clear as crystal now,flows Reviving,the once dead; Those faithful,who Jesus knows, His name on their forehead. A new earth,no...

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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...

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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...

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Before the primate known as “man” became loquacious, With all his fishnet shenanigans, skylarking monkey shines, And thermo-nuclear weapons, There was a time when words among men Had not yet become discrete utterances Encoded with agreed upon meanings. It was a time when disputes were rarely settled Through diplomatic concordance. During that long stretch of...

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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...

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