#apocalypse poems on Hello Poetry

Xella Jan 2020

The End.

Such a phenomenon- stars.
Falling- falling out of the sky a once in a life time event occurs only,
Once and I stare-
What more to to when face to face with the tragic demise of your own fate to just stand and stand hopeless
Quite poetic ain’t it?
So when watching this star fall-
Watch the dreams of children perish in space-
You and I and they- all know
So stare and stare hard
For we die once the view fades
And the curtains close
Fade to black-
The End.

#apocalypse #climate #change #dreams #life #politics #living #poetry #contemporary

aha Dec 2019

thoughts

Sometimes I just think about things
let my mind run, as free as the creek which babbles
furiously at the injustice of the world

I think about
school
people
friends
food
the inevitability of the doom of the human race

boomers

to

millenials

to

zoomers

to

doomers

to

DEATH

I'm
scared scared scared scared scared
of all the stuff
there is to think about

ok now. that's enough of that.

I'll be happy now
with the time I have left
content with my demise
smiling at the death
of all the fake things I care about

H a h a, we're all gonna die someday but that's okay because reasons. just live with yourself because maybe you can delay the inevitable death of our species!

#nondepression #happies #apocalypse #delicious #fingerlickingood

Delia Grace Dec 2019

Aftershave

The apocalypse,
I think, will smell
like peppermint
essential oils,

a lover’s
deodorant,
and organic
lemon soap.

It will smell fearful,
a bluff for
gentle, winding fingers
in a flurry of youth.

It will smell strong,
a stench that you
breathed in slowly when
your neck was buried in it.

It will smell filthy,
accompanied with the
crunch of insect shells
that sends the others running.

The apocalypse,
I think, will smell
fresh and clean and
as if it’s only yours.

12/9/19

#apocalypse #all #aftershave #smell #memory

Delia Grace Dec 2019

Bleached Grapes

We sunk into barrels that smelled
almost too strongly of wine
that was almost too old. The grapes
they were made of sat squished
between our toes.
We weren’t wrong anymore.
Nobody was wrong anymore
and it was being right
in the thick of it that made us so strong.
Our car used to be blue, we think.
It’s turned into a sickly orange
but at least it matches the sky.
We look for pictures in the cloudy
bumps of the metal.
There’s never anything left in the stores
except Scrub Daddy brand sponges
and glimpses of Mr. Clean’s face.
Nobody needs to bleach their bathtub anymore.
They’re all yellow. We try to guess
what kind of fruit lies beneath that
shivering hunk of mold.
I’d always wondered if something that was burnt
could burn more. “I think that
it depends on how burnt it got the first time,”
you say as you peel off the charred top layer,
“and on how you try to shake it off.”
We’re both nodding as the minnows
nip our toes, and prove to us that maybe
we aren’t the only ones with too many mouths.

10/21/19

After Jennifer Elise Foerster

#all #grapes #apocalypse

Grey Dec 2019

Apocalypse -- A Haiku

The last rays of light
fill the sky with ****** red
We will die tonight.

#haiku #apocalypse #death #dusk #****** #red #tonight #sky #last #die

Max Southwood Dec 2019

Pyroclasts

Birthed from the mire
Of pyroclastic grey
Entropy reigns supreme

Cracks in creation
Beckon the thaw
Veins of inferno clean

Ashen rains bury the land
Show where life has once been

Swallow all life
Diminish all light
This is the end of all things

I was watching a documentary about volcanoes, which inspired this apocalyptic poem.

#dark #sad #apocalypse #apocalyptic #doom #pyro #fire #end #life #death

Manuel John Nov 2019

BLOOD, FEAR AND FUMES

will all spill alike
One seeping into the other
A symphony of chaos and darkness_ An order from prophecy; of disorder
and a raised structure of destruction
For the skies will be as earth_ Dusty and dead
The earth, just as dead
That everything in between
Would be buried
That everyone in between
Would be buried alive
in blood, fear and fumes

#apocalypse #darktimes #poetry

lua Nov 2019

Fear of God

When the world implodes and burns from the inside, I will not fear God
I will hear the prayers of folks fallen to their knees
Calling out to you
Calling out your name
In begging for mercy
Clemency
Fear
Fear of death
That soon would swallow them whole
As the earth devours itself
But I will not fear you
I will not
So be it the planet dies
So be it it crumbles beneath my feet
So be it I shall die too
So be it the death I shall go through is slow and painful
So be it I will scream in anguish and agony as the life drains out of me
So be it the hundred, thousand hands grasping my ankles
Calling out to me to kneel before you
Crying out to me to beg before you
For your forgiveness
To be spared from retribution
To be spared from the cackling fires of Hell
I will not kneel before you
I will not ***** my knees for you
I will not cover them in bruises and mud for you
I will not bow my head in silence for you
I will not silence my voice and thoughts for you
I will not cower under your stare
I will not fear you.

You are nothing to me

#fear #god #anger #begging #forgiveness #endoftheworld #apocalypse #kneeling #praying #prayers

Jonathan Moya Nov 2019

The Singularity or Terminator: Dark Fate

The machine that replaces you
and the one that ascends you
will fight it out on the factory floor.

Ultimately, it’s another machine,
the gun, that will save you
from a lethal precision
that can cut flies in midair.

Put a hundred cops between you
and the singularity and you
get one hundred dead cops.

What are you going to do when it
adopts the human code?-
a heart, a soul, develops
into the better parts of us?-

needs physical contact
to copy and survive?-
Becomes reliable,
a good listener, funny?-
Develops a womb?

Are you going to
shoot it in the face
and see what’s underneath?
Are you going to even care?

Or are you going
to take it by the hand
and guide it lovingly
to the **** box?

#the #singularity #terminator #dark #fate #robot #apocalypse