End Of The World Poems | Examples
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the saddest poem
words for the end of the world~
the science was right
My god’s wrath
and your god’s wrath
sitting by the pyre
The scientists scramble
trying to get a handle
telling the world it is dire
Talk about
Hey man
hey man!
Hey man
hey man!
Setting the world on fire
My god’s wrath
and your god’s wrath
are in it with oil to conspire
Talk about
Hey man
hey man!
Hey man
hey man!
Setting the world on fire
They’ll have you believe
it’s all about Eve
The End of the World His desire
Talk about
Hey man
hey man!
Hey man
hey man!
Setting the world on fire
My god’s wrath
and your god’s wrath
Is sitting by the pyre
Sitting by the pyre
Snapshots of teenage melodrama:
not having the sense to stay out of the rain,
the latest hits broadcast over the cafeteria speakers,
a night out, with boisterous boys and giggling girls in cars,
first heartbreak. It seems like the end of the world - silly, isn't it?
The end of the world? Lights out? I'm on board.
Walking alone at night, taunted by shouting boys and giggling girls, "freak" -
stood up, by an empty cafeteria, "you're gonna wish, you wasn't born at all",
standing alone, under the driving rain, unable to find a reason to live or move –
pictures of Hell, found at fifteen.
It’s the end of the world, babe
Since the second of May this year
Nothing can save us, maybe
A miracle, but it’s unclear
As it always happens with miracles
They get lost on the next day
Which appears to be satirical
But a few can see it this way
It’s the end of the world, now
It starts from this very date
Write a letter to me somehow
To read your thoughts would be great
You must see it better than me
I’m just sitting within four walls
Drinking music and jasmine tea
Having fun till the gate unfolds
An unbearable light will flush us
And the darkness will gulp the splinters
And so many more years will pass
When the summer will change to winter.
Though the end of the world is nigh,
Here is not where we shall say goodbye.
True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War One
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns
Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs
Killed in the war he received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
In spite of his unsavoury and unruly past
Made amends for his past so unsavoury
When I came along I was named after him
Quite a hero I always looked up to
Before the war, a burglar known to police
After death got the recognition he was due
My official name is Charles Byard Ellison
Nero has the whole world in his hands.
He has the whole wide world in his hands.
He is the utmost cat, straight from the sands.
We are amazed at his knowledge of foreign lands.
Meow Meow the merry cat sang about her hero.
That’s a religious song, her cousin told her in cat talk.
No, it’s a song I made up as a tribute to my friend, Nero.
Her cousin pushed her into the water at the end of the dock.
What did you do that for? Meow Meow asked, mad now.
Because no cat has the whole world in his hands.
But guess what? That night Nero came to him with a bow.
Holding the whole world while singing in a Mariachi band.
"The end is near," the short-wave said.
"Before midnight, all will be dead."
I aim to leave my baggage here.
For my warted nose should I fear?
April fifteen and taxes due
Can I afford to be so lax
As to ignore my yearly tax?
Pinch me, pinch me, I hope ‘tis true.
Will my love share claret and cheese
Before God winnows wheat from chaff?
With a glass of wine can we laugh
Watching thundering grim gray seas
Cast wild waves on our forlorn shore
Until the devil gets his due?
Or will we stand in line as two
To learn sheep or goat is our score?
Eternal gates are drawing near,
Ajar, for us to wail or cheer.
2005
the end of the world is,
the end of a price of fame
the end of the world is,
the end of the riches
a world end in riches
a world end in a price of fame
from dust to mass,mass to riches
from dust to mass,mass to fame
dust to mass is dust to riches
dust to mass is a price of fame
dust to mass is a price of riches
a price of fame is a price of the,
end of the world
a price of fame is a price of riches
the end of the world is,
a fame of fame
the end of the world is,
a price of the riches
dust to dust,price to fame,mass to mass
mass to mass,riches to riches,dust to dust
fame to fame,dust to dust,mass to mass
Dirty hearts
Unaturally diseased
Covered molded spots
Resuscitating streams deserts on fire
Oceans beds dissolving
Don't eat the food
Don't! Your bread sour
Tasting sugar sweetened sauce
Salt filthy clouds
Dirty air raindrops fall
Where's the rainbow
Climates falling
Nature stalling
Global warming
California burning
Dirty hearts unnaturally dressed
Free apocalyptic end of the world, I digress?
10/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Renaissance application
Reconnaissance analysis
Execution resolution
Fathom scorn
World War 4
Handsome fashion
Antichrist laughing
Culvert compassion
Resolution disaster
End of the world
World War 4
9/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
God created the world like the clouds follow one-by-one and they get heavy and full into like marshmallows and the grass grows and grows above your feet like
the wind blows and blows till the end of the universe that sparks like a rainbow
that shoots into colors with brightness of the moonlight that carries lightness
A screech-owl sounds in the distance,
Maybe two miles away.
He signals:
The trees understand.
There is no time here for drooping
Or hanging like a bat.
Why do owls screech, anyway?
It is a mystery
Known only to the forest,
Which waits for the drama
to unfold
Like a bird's wing taking flight.
There are no words in this still evening,
Nor wind at work.
There are only the sounds
That pierce the air with warning.
A cloud drifts overhead
And time stops.
It is the end of the world--
But only for a moment.
Then the next act is played out
Upon the stage of life.
Other End of the Street
The Wall
Berlinish
Walls
Apart
We suffer
Brothers
Easy to hate what you can not see
So instead we all suffer in misery
Worlds apart
In the same village
Modern wars, are fought on TV
Confusing the haters, maybe you and me
Do not be fooled
I will teach you how to kill
All of your enemies
Not one rocket fired
Simple
Very simple
Love your children
More than hating any enemy
This is the feast of peace
The dessert?
Invite the enemy
Into your home
He shall lie dead before you
Slayed, not with a knife
With your kindness
For kindness has no foe
Kindness builds friendships
Friendships build love
Love kills all enemies
The icing on the cake!
Vill du ha efterrätt?
Notes: The last line is Swedish for "Would you like dessert"
Do you know why God did what He did?
But don’t question it
Just rest in the fact
That He did for the good of us
Maybe that is for something later
That only what He would know
But it would be for good
That He charged it the way it is
You would be upset
And said why
“Why did You let it?
And sometimes “why did you let me make a fool of myself?”
But you know what?
It wouldn’t happen if He did not let it
So there
Grin
And know that it won’t be the end of the world
It happens :)