"doomer" poems - Hello Poetry

for so many years a wall stood in Berlin separating families instigating fears Trump wants to do this again this time on American soil like Mexican migrant workers are what’s wrong in this country and aiding the less fortunate is the greatest of sin we eat of their sweat, feast on their toil and blame them for draining the economy this land was theirs before manifest destiny the injustice makes my blood boil I really am thinking the man needs a lobotomy watching him spew insanity from the pulpit driving the frothing crowd of idiots into a frenzy these hypocrites turn their backs on 30:19 Deuteronomy a den of wolves is no place to raise up a kit and this anti-hero is about to feed the masses to the fire his election will be the true end of America and we will all drown in the proverbial **** but I think you should vote for him as the earth is already down to the wire climate change and fukushima have us all in the cross-hairs the incoming asteroid to end all life and the oil dollar crash enough to make this ole doomer perspire –

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

Trump's wall

for so many years a wall stood in Berlin separating families instigating fears Trump wants to do this again this time on American soil like Mexican migrant workers are what’s wrong in this country and aiding the less fortunate is the greatest of sin we eat of their sweat, feast on their toil and blame them for draining the economy this land was theirs before manifest destiny the injustice makes my blood boil I really am thinking the man needs a lobotomy watching him spew insanity from the pulpit driving the frothing crowd of idiots into a frenzy these hypocrites turn their backs on 30:19 Deuteronomy a den of wolves is no place to raise up a kit and this anti-hero is about to feed the masses to the fire his election will be the true end of America and we will all drown in the proverbial **** but I think you should vote for him as the earth is already down to the wire climate change and fukushima have us all in the cross-hairs the incoming asteroid to end all life and the oil dollar crash enough to make this ole doomer perspire –

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wormwood visions the nibiru hype train prepares to leave the station once again taking the prepper squad and doomer crew out to look again at the vastness of space – april forecasts 200 mile per hour straight line winds 2016 the year of destruction same as 2012 or Y2K or the bicentennial the age old crisis of an incoming body ready to destroy humanity for the umpteenth time – 6000 to 8000 biblical years of existence 150,000 year old cave art made by co-magnum breeding with Neanderthal looking to heavens at the rogue planet or failed dwarf star – another checking of the packs another inventory of the ammunition one more sideways glance into the southern skies seeking validation and maybe a little more warning than what the powers that be will give the population at large – probably nothing will happen the odds are this is just a story like the devil or Santa Claus just a way to control those foolish or unsettled enough to buy in most likely this year will pass without a celestial event designed to alter mankind push us to the next evolutionary jump force us to become a single people working to survive the electric and magnetized universe –

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

planet X 2016

wormwood visions the nibiru hype train prepares to leave the station once again taking the prepper squad and doomer crew out to look again at the vastness of space – april forecasts 200 mile per hour straight line winds 2016 the year of destruction same as 2012 or Y2K or the bicentennial the age old crisis of an incoming body ready to destroy humanity for the umpteenth time – 6000 to 8000 biblical years of existence 150,000 year old cave art made by co-magnum breeding with Neanderthal looking to heavens at the rogue planet or failed dwarf star – another checking of the packs another inventory of the ammunition one more sideways glance into the southern skies seeking validation and maybe a little more warning than what the powers that be will give the population at large – probably nothing will happen the odds are this is just a story like the devil or Santa Claus just a way to control those foolish or unsettled enough to buy in most likely this year will pass without a celestial event designed to alter mankind push us to the next evolutionary jump force us to become a single people working to survive the electric and magnetized universe –

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I'm a pagan that's more Christ-like than Christians I'm an anarchist that's more patriotic than patriots While these fools idolize empty symbols of ideology I'm the optimist wanting to work with my community to make a better society **** right I'm inept I'm raised by boomer tech you got a life and are outta debt Your kids fell in the trap you set later in life You're happy with a home and a wife I'm renting to stay transient in case my boss decides my career is worthless Romantic and hopeless I'll fall for a podcast host just by hearing her voice and the truth she tells The Right thinks we'll all flee to their side once we start making these bucks where you can leave managing a wally world for oil wells Well I made it bud Got the prestige but no full pockets or pensions to speak of The older folks got enough crass to complain 'bout their pay cuts and theirs alone We'll never see piles so grand Got the inflation calculator app to proselytize about this scam But those ears can't hear unless it happens to them

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Aug 16, 2020

Aug 16, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC

kageysage

Bloomer to Doomer Cycle

I'm a pagan that's more Christ-like than Christians I'm an anarchist that's more patriotic than patriots While these fools idolize empty symbols of ideology I'm the optimist wanting to work with my community to make a better society **** right I'm inept I'm raised by boomer tech you got a life and are outta debt Your kids fell in the trap you set later in life You're happy with a home and a wife I'm renting to stay transient in case my boss decides my career is worthless Romantic and hopeless I'll fall for a podcast host just by hearing her voice and the truth she tells The Right thinks we'll all flee to their side once we start making these bucks where you can leave managing a wally world for oil wells Well I made it bud Got the prestige but no full pockets or pensions to speak of The older folks got enough crass to complain 'bout their pay cuts and theirs alone We'll never see piles so grand Got the inflation calculator app to proselytize about this scam But those ears can't hear unless it happens to them

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can i please just get to something plausible in this poem where the readers are like yeah, this is it sam, you've done it now you can go home lay in your bed and say that to yourself as you mow the lawn the grass will move in a way that resembles people clapping for the wind and some iguana will sprawl his body out in the language; he'll clap too and you'll use him as some sort of finger that pokes at that ******* clichéd darkness that every ******* guy has wrote about before yeah, sorry your doomer-ass is ****** because there will always be that one robert lowell character in your life who will find you and say: you must write sylvia, write about that dumb dark deconstructive **** which doesn't even make sense because they were both confessional modernists and i haven't confessed to anything

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Apr 12, 2023

Apr 12, 2023 at 1:44 PM UTC

sam-stone-grenier

can i please just get there (i also try to be a serious guy sometimes)

can i please just get to something plausible in this poem where the readers are like yeah, this is it sam, you've done it now you can go home lay in your bed and say that to yourself as you mow the lawn the grass will move in a way that resembles people clapping for the wind and some iguana will sprawl his body out in the language; he'll clap too and you'll use him as some sort of finger that pokes at that ******* clichéd darkness that every ******* guy has wrote about before yeah, sorry your doomer-ass is ****** because there will always be that one robert lowell character in your life who will find you and say: you must write sylvia, write about that dumb dark deconstructive **** which doesn't even make sense because they were both confessional modernists and i haven't confessed to anything

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Yesterday was a dark doomer. I thought I saw you here and there in the other town where once we wandered years ago. Grief had a field day, keeping me low. I wandered shops with the others and alone, feeling on the edge, looking into that dark abyss. I bought a Hunter Thompson book from the cheap book shop, the girl gave me a, why did you buy that? kind of look; young girl, bored maybe, thinking of her boyfriend or girlfriend or whosoever. I thought of you, you, my son, the way you went, the unanswered questions so far, holding your hand as you slipped away, flat-lining heart. We had sandwiches and drank, in the inside café; watched other people do their thing, life going on, unaware that dark doomers were sitting there. But of course, you knew, you were probably there unseen by us, eating a burger and sipping a cola, (at least in that spirit world as we think,) looking at us, sipping your drink.

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC

terry-collett

DARK DOOMER DAY.

Yesterday was a dark doomer. I thought I saw you here and there in the other town where once we wandered years ago. Grief had a field day, keeping me low. I wandered shops with the others and alone, feeling on the edge, looking into that dark abyss. I bought a Hunter Thompson book from the cheap book shop, the girl gave me a, why did you buy that? kind of look; young girl, bored maybe, thinking of her boyfriend or girlfriend or whosoever. I thought of you, you, my son, the way you went, the unanswered questions so far, holding your hand as you slipped away, flat-lining heart. We had sandwiches and drank, in the inside café; watched other people do their thing, life going on, unaware that dark doomers were sitting there. But of course, you knew, you were probably there unseen by us, eating a burger and sipping a cola, (at least in that spirit world as we think,) looking at us, sipping your drink.

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doom and gloom no hope for the future mother nature is dead i didn't mean to shoot her dead men walking on borrowed time there ain't no reason but plenty of rhyme debts will be paid for our crimes whether we're sitting on billions or nickels and dimes

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May 10, 2021

May 10, 2021 at 5:21 AM UTC

AliH

doomer

doom and gloom no hope for the future mother nature is dead i didn't mean to shoot her dead men walking on borrowed time there ain't no reason but plenty of rhyme debts will be paid for our crimes whether we're sitting on billions or nickels and dimes

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Could I be the moronic imbecile? Maybe an unbelieving hard-to-feel? What about a radical exemplar? Maybe a frenzied Templar? Would I be the ferocious fighter? Possibly an inspiration lighter? What about the unforgivable lie? Oh, what am I?! Can I be the troublesome dramatic? No, maybe the suicidal problematic? Could I be an uninspiring doomer? No, maybe just a late bloomer? Ugh, these things that I can be... What if I'm the traitorous flee? Maybe I'm an unlit sky? Oh! What am I?! The lovable opus? The unremovable hopeless? A corrupted cause? Or maybe a bag of flaws? I'm rich in depression, And even richer with aggression. Maybe I'm an overlooking fly? Ugh! What am I?! Maybe I'm a religious act? Maybe I'm a broken pact? Could I be the admirable laughter? What will happen before or after? What if I'm the infamous scammer? What if I'm the iconic war hammer? What if I’m just an unheard cry? What if I die and never know why? -From the mind of a questioning disbeliever, only to be known as an average human.

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Mar 28, 2018

Mar 28, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC

Eyes_Of_Lunacy

What Am I?

Could I be the moronic imbecile? Maybe an unbelieving hard-to-feel? What about a radical exemplar? Maybe a frenzied Templar? Would I be the ferocious fighter? Possibly an inspiration lighter? What about the unforgivable lie? Oh, what am I?! Can I be the troublesome dramatic? No, maybe the suicidal problematic? Could I be an uninspiring doomer? No, maybe just a late bloomer? Ugh, these things that I can be... What if I'm the traitorous flee? Maybe I'm an unlit sky? Oh! What am I?! The lovable opus? The unremovable hopeless? A corrupted cause? Or maybe a bag of flaws? I'm rich in depression, And even richer with aggression. Maybe I'm an overlooking fly? Ugh! What am I?! Maybe I'm a religious act? Maybe I'm a broken pact? Could I be the admirable laughter? What will happen before or after? What if I'm the infamous scammer? What if I'm the iconic war hammer? What if I’m just an unheard cry? What if I die and never know why? -From the mind of a questioning disbeliever, only to be known as an average human.

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