#apocalypse poems on Hello Poetry

Juno Mar 2020

I hear the main road from a distance
A quiet, steady roar.
This part of town is full of people
Who walk the streets no more.

It’s quiet here, and would be peaceful
If I didn’t know why.
For every hour there’s one less person
But one more mournful cry.

#death #apocalypse #sad #cry #mourn #eerie #creepy

Safira Azizah Mar 2020

What's with them, picking out Love?

I'm so anxious, darling I'm so
in love with you. I can't bear the fact
that the end is (indeed) near.

So I will be honest in here, in my words
I swear by your honey-voice and your tempting eyes. I can't see where the future will lead us. I can't tell you, but I am so
anxious darling.

I'm so in love with you.

#apocalypse #allies

Asominate Feb 2020

Of Us

Crack, there goes our glowsticks
As a unit, we light the lanterns

One day I hope that we'll go up in flames

#random #asominate #fire #apocalypse #flames #end

lua Feb 2020

Flower

Morning comes, the world is set on fire
Our state is quite dire
But that doesn't stop me
From picking up a flower
A flower that bloomed in the spring
Alone, at a wasteland
The flower of the wasteland

Evening comes, the flames have died down
There are ashes on the ground
Not a single sound
But the light is still here
Hope never disappeared
Even here
In this wasteland
In this wasteland

a song by me

#hope #wasteland #flowers #death #apocalypse #bloom

Yash Jan 2020

Silence of the Clock

Tick tock, Slow clock
Piercing sound of Silence.
Disturbance of tranquillity
or is it the silence of the storm?

Eye of the storm
Hands of the clock
Wings of time
Ma'at or Isfet?

Coming of Christ or Kalki
Impending doom or
Time of tranquillity
What tidings do the stars bring?

Frozen, bloodied dove in Berlin.
Blaring sirens of the apocalypse
or news of the red man Gorbachev
which sound will come first?

Carrefour, welcome Hecate.
Blanche´s final invitation or
Lisa´s ticket out of Dissocia
which ride is it going to be?

Sylvia, Blanche, Lisa, Sarah.
Mahavira, Buddha, Moksh.
Time, Destiny, Moirai, Jury
What is the verdict?

So much sound, yet no voice from the trachea.
So much company, yet paint can only last so long.
So many words, yet not a single syllable spoken.
So much, yet none of it.

Storm of Isfet, Impending Kalki
Blaring apocalypse, Final Invitation.
Snip my scarlet line, Atropos.
Slow clock, Tick tock.

This poem is about the unnerving silence and what follows. The poem is a person wondering what will happen next, is it the silence of peace or the silence before the storm?
This poem was inspired by a moment in my life where, in the dead of the night, only the loud ticking of the clock was heard in the entire house.

#silence #alone #future #apocalypse #time #unnerve #anxiety #paranoia #historical #haunting

Michael Messinger Jan 2020

The Sky Has Fallen

Everything is a memory now
I hope it was worth it
We'll have to carry on somehow
Destroyed all for profit

The waters are undrinkable
Masks cover our brows
The air is unbreathable
Ashes fall from the clouds

Science tried to tell us
Warnings were clear and loud
Politicians wouldn't discuss
No dissension was allowed

They kept up deregulation
All the money made them proud
Releasing all the contagion
Now the sky is falling down

It's hard to have a keepsake
When poison seeps from the ground
They didn't try to keep us safe
From the pollution floating abound

It's so difficult to understand
Why they just ignored the crowd
Corporations polluted the land
Our leaders ignored the sound

Everything is a memory now
There's no turning back
We'll have to carry on somehow
This was a blatant attack

And now the sky is falling down

#apocalypse