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Meredith Leigh Jun 2019
the tremble of the ground
thrusts more fear in your heart
than the gnashing of ancient jaws,
the burn of leather scales and the
sprays of blood in the atmosphere.

fire brushes the tips of the clouds
but they thought
it may as well spew from the
back of your throat,
dance along invisible wings
that carry you past the carnage,
the tremor of cracking souls
and hopeless shrieks towards
the unforgiving sky.

bones sigh under cool glass,
brushed with the earth
that betrayed you.
Aa Harvey May 2019
The end of all that is.


And so it begins, the end of all love;
The destruction of a universe, once so cherished, soon to be gone.
If all that came before was just a war on the senses,
Then is that why I am left blind to seeing where it all went wrong?


Let the world implode to show the pain inside my soul;
Another being gone from this black hole that you call Earth.
It feeds upon rejection and pain is all I have known.
Let me be gone to a place of reckoning;
This life has nothing left for me to earn.


The world is empty now I have taken away my love;
Your planet is just a porcelain figure of Atlas standing tall.
There is no feeling left for me to go and discover,
Because your land of the living has left me dead to you all.


You send your thoughts out into the atmosphere,
In a vague hope that somebody or something out there will hear.
But the mighty are deaf to the thoughts of us all;
They will not reply to a human, because they will only watch as we fall.


You can ask all the questions, but the truth shall remain unknown;
You can pray to see the answers, but they are still hidden.
You can discover everything, but in the end you are still lost and alone.
Your thoughts are yours, your thoughts are taught;
Your thoughts are simply mistaken.


No chance of redemption for a fallen species;
No spaceship coming to save us and take us away.
No hand from the sky to lift us up from this land;
No hope left for a future and nothing more to say.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey May 2019
A future without


In a dark future when the world is in flames;
Who will decide who will die and who will be saved?
In a future of uncertainty, we all have the inevitability of the grave.
What chances do we have to take, to make a change?


If all we have done before has lead us to where we are now;
Why can we not see the problem with a nuclear cloud?
Take your risks and wipe us all out.
The sun will be gone; we will be left without hope
And a new ice age will happen…I have no doubt.


As the countries disappear and we all become human;
We will have no need to go to war because of a few bad men.
Our fight will be against death, survival of the fittest; evolution.
Will we survive until the Earth is reborn
And the animals and plants come back again?


Species are dying and nobody is crying.
Last mankind standing…our future is dying.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Tribhu May 2019
Yet another night of dismay,
Falls upon the land of the tortured
And they pray,
May this night be over
And the morning brings the light,
Not only to a world that's ending
Not only to a soul that's bending their knees
To the torturer,
The omnipotent,
The ones who called themselves God;
And torture poor souls until they're afraid,
And weakened,
Hopeless and blind
To hold the freedom of sunshine.
And now they surrendered themselves lest they should die in misery.



The weakest of them are now covered in mud,
As an example of defeat.
"You must know where you stand,
Fear my presence
Obey my commands!
'Cause I hold the power
Against all of your freedom,
Be my slave,
Dare not to withstand."
But they do.
They stand together every time,
Hoping for a day to come
Where they will grow out of this mud,
And their blood will collide into the sea,
As an example of great sacrifice.
They will bloom like the sunflower facing the sun,
"The sun is our freedom,
We might break, we might fall
Nevertheless we will ever run.
Because we believe in one true God
Who created us,
Who wants a better world
Filled with good souls,
Where peace exists
And so does redemption.
We surrendered our souls
Not to rage wars
Or to stand over the pile of dead bodies and their ashes.
We served our spirit
To create a world as pure as heaven.




Heaven exists only for them
Who serves for good,
Who loves wholeheartedly
As every human should.
Hell exists for those,
Who claims to be a saint
Yet deep inside they are
Just a soulless sinner,
Burning in their own ignited flames.



So tell me,
The great rulers of the world,
The ones who called themselves God
And promised to make a better future,

How long would you deny
The slaughtering of thousands of men, women and children
In the name of betterment?

How many lives would it cost to make a better world where peace exists?
Where happiness is not only a memory but reality.

How long would you hide under the coat of your power,
Claiming to reach heaven
When you're only one step away from hellfire?

Is this how God brings peace upon the face of the earth?
Or is this how God arises to put an end to this despairing world
To all of these miseries.


The tortured souls and the torturers,
The deceased and the despised ones,
You must know, you must prepare
Because the end is near.
Anastasia May 2019
ashes, ashes we all fall down.
i’ve come to take back my crown.
ashes, ashes, you shall fall down.
i will destroy this town.
ashes fall with us.
can’t you feel the rush?
the ashes fall.
it’s time for your call.
ashes, ashes we will fall down.
ashes, ashes, no more ground.
falling into ashes.
we all have our gashes.
now I breath in.
the sky grows dim.
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
a sort of dystopian poem i found in my old poems from a year ago. i only put my favorites on here, an d this made the list.
Brawlstarsmann May 2019
There once was a robot.
His name was Bo-bot.
He was a robot with two eyes,
Two arms
Two legs
Two feet
And his body went squeak.

Bo-bot loved books,
His favourite ones were about robots
And the way humans portrayed his kind
He lived in a house for robots

Each one had its own room.
Bo-bot's was filled with books.
He had even made a machine to pick them up and give them to him.
Bo-bot loved this.

One day he came across a book called
'When The Apocalypse Comes'
Bo-bot was very interested about this
He used a friend called Intynet to find out about it.
When he found out about it he gasped.
If this terrible event came, he would have no more books!
He became a Professor of Anti Apocalyptic Destruction.
(There is a simple course that you do on the intynet to do it.)

He even wrote a book about it.
He met up with the top scientists of the day.
They discussed how to stop this happening.
(under the official secrets act I can't tel you what happened)
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Then they put these measures into place and the Apocalypse never happened
Bo-bot is now at a secret location happily reading books.
He is now very happy.
Alicia May 2019
This is a cruel world:
listen up, speak no more.
If you are really smart
think before you move and trust no one.

Now the time is ripe, the earth has come undone
A gun from heaven is being pointed at all the guilty ones

If nobody is worthy of the good that is to come
Deliverance on earth won't be obtained for anyone.

Let justice be done
Though the Heavens may fall
The Kingdom has come

Your final fate cannot be outrun
.
Thera Lance Apr 2019
She's known her for only a few weeks,
Maybe a month, it's sort of a blur
That should drip down her cheeks,
But only smears her vision instead
As she blinks away the disappointment that
Must be all she feels.
Because she knows better than
To get attached when
Everyone she meets on the street is sick,
Hacking up their life in little red drops that
Count down the weeks until
It's only her walking the streets because she can't get sick and
Die like everyone else and
Why her alone and not that girl too?

They were both young and gasping so, so clearly
When they ran up the stairs with groceries,
Which had been left to rot with their owner in the backroom.
They were both fit in fancy dresses from empty stores
And laced-up boots that fast-food jobs wouldn't buy but the end of the world could.
She was fine, vintage comic book in hand,
Golden ribbons trailing from her hair as she giggled
And their shoulders shook, bumping against each other
As laughter unfurled in the air.

It isn't fair,
Because she'll be fine,
One of those lucky survivors who'll
Always walk into a quiet apartment on her own.
Sabika Apr 2019
I’m beginning to think my cries do not have a sound.
When I raise my head above the ground
I see weeds feasting on souls,
The red sky is filled with holes
And blood pours out of its pores
And the screams are like ongoing thunder
As my attention is split asunder-

Whom do I help?
I
Alone
As I am?
Should I reach the starving infant
Or cradle the abandoned child?
Should I attack the invading enemy
Or love those whose thoughts have gone wild?

Even if I had an army,
I am alone as I am
And my people follow the chains
Of one command.

I am alone
As I am,
And my limbs only reach so far.
Every wrong step
Inflicts a scar
And while you’re kind enough to
Lend me your shoulder
I am alone as I am
And I grow colder.

I am alone as I am
And when a link is cut I hang from my neck,
I hang from the hands of others
Who’ve chosen to save me!
Me from amongst the dead!
Why me?
I
Alone
As I am?
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