"dooms" poems
Welcome to the dawn of a new age
Open up the book turn the page
Let's excel to highest degree
Recognize evolution of humanity
Back on track showing I don't lack
Doing what I do to make you react
Let's take a trip through my mind
Poetry prophecy perfectly combine
Who has the answer?
Let's ask the question
Seems no one is paying attention
To "Money" which is created by man
It separates people
Are you starting to understand
It's a trap set by death it wont stop
Till you breathe your last breath
Hmm that's right...
Not even death is free
Money is the maker of poverty
Overpopulation, segregation a messed up nation
Leads to mass annihilation
Wartime the battles rage on
Is it about hatred?
Or some politician's song?
Time and space
The final frontiers
Bombs explode people run in fear
Annihilation of a species unknown
Aliens from space invade our home
Pledge allegiance to a flag
Whichever may wave whatever they have
Science is it fiction or fact?
Sometimes it's hard to believe all that
Who's gonna do it?
Who has the answer?
Prophets fall but not from cancer
GOD.. Labeled "Almighty One"
Spoke to us on earth through his son
Whether you agree or disagree
Intentions were to save humanity
Who'll stand up?
Who'll be the one?
To bring about change without firing a gun?
Each generation builds off the legacy of the last
Ignorance of history doom us to repeat our past..
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
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Upon a Lilac Sea
To toss incessantly
His Plush Alarm
Who fleeing from the Spring
The Spring avenging fling
To Dooms of Balm
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The splitting apart
Of man from man
Dooms more than splitting
The atom can.
In one blaze, will
All things be gone:
The Empire State
And the Parthenon?
And must the sudden
Atom's flash
Turn cities, statues,
And poems to ash?
Quick! The foe
In us is curled,
More fearsome than any
Foe in the world!
-Louis Ginsberg
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Distasted disaster dooms
Truehoods falsely spoken
Falsehood & true galoshes
Numbrella mousetrap
****** void twice
And More And Morel eels
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 11:14 PM UTC
My eyes were hooked on to the West
Feasting on the riot of colors the sun had cast
I stood dazed at an experience blest
That any poet would treasure with zest
By chance I glanced at the river below
It moved like an overloaded carriage slow
With floating weeds and ***** *******
Reminding one of an ugly heap of trash
I saw partially submerged bottles bobbing on the surface
Gradually filling with ***** water perforce
And slowly sinking down to rest in peace
With their sunken brethren at the river base
Spill of oil glistened iridescent
On the face of the river florescent
Its water was far from clean
But had turned murky green
On the still surface was a layer of ****
Like rancid butter annoying anyone’s calm
Reeking smell of rotten fish and mulch
Entered my nostrils with an obnoxious stench
I closed my eyes and turned my head
And looked away from the river bed
I thought of man’s callous audacity
In assaulting Nature’s pristine vitality
I heard the river’s rising lament
And me it did acutely torment
Any sensitive soul would be left grieving
Seeing the river in such agony heaving
In the far horizon, the sky had grown into flames
I wondered if Nature was mad at man’s tall claims
Suddenly I saw with the eyes of a seer
That Dooms day is drawing near!
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
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There you are!
Don’t you know, you’re the star?
My dear, to stay hidden,
Is just straight forbidden!
The show shall begin,
Your blood, sunlight is in.
Crimson moon, you are mine,
Play the tune, be my crime.
Ring around the carousel,
Send a wish within the wishing well.
Stay with me, for eternity,
You may plea, but cannot leave.
This is fun, don’t you agree?
This is Carnival, doused in gasoline!
Your show is the one that matters,
This is the night the world shatters!
I will break me, to take you,
You are my alluring brew.
What if I told you I convinced time,
Just to be your immortal mime?
Don’t forget, my ****** dove,
That this Carnival is for the one I love.
Endless fun for a small price,
I shall die for you a million times.
Have all you can eat,
Then you may take a seat;
Get your utensils, paint some art,
Let magic course through your heart.
This is Carnival!
Oh babe, this is unbelievable!
You just stay in the hat,
This is where the joy is at.
Can’t you see it?
Maybe your mind is just not fit.
Beautiful light, nothing ever bleak,
Truthful sight, you find my innerfreak.
Without my jacket, hat and gold,
I believe it’s you that is all I hold.
Without my gizmos, wand and magic.
I believe you’ll witness my tragic.
Oh...but baby, it’s your Carnival!
Nevermind the acid rainfall.
It’s just my own catastrophe,
Just don’t ever......leave...
You don’t know it, but I’m your man,
It’s a quite simple slight of hand.
I’ve stolen your heart,
Formed our future, our soon to be art.
Breathe in the fumes of my hell,
No worries! In Carnival, all goes well!
Just breathe in my fumes,
Your dreams are no longer dooms.
It’s just a Carnival, just our Carnival.
Clown town, and the mirror hall.
In this Carnival, it’s our last dance,
Oh dear, never break this trance.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
1.
Should'st thou, in grip of dread disease,
Foresee the day when thou must die,
With no more hope of life or ease,
But only, lingering, to lie
While torturing hours go slowly by;
Thy brain awake, thy nerves alive
To thine extremest agony,
And all in vain to rave or strive: —
O my beloved, if this should be,
Call me — and I will set thee free.
2.
****** And thou to judgment hurled —
Cut off from some few days of grace —
Thus will it be to that hard world
Which fits one law to every case,
And dooms all rebels to disgrace.
But to us twain, who stand above
Conventioned rules, unbound, unclassed,
A solemn sacrament of love,
More true than kisses in the past —
Love's costliest tribute, and the last.
3.
Thy grateful hand, unclenched, shall seek
The hand that gave thee thy release;
Thy darkening eyes shall dumbly speak
Of scorching pangs that sink and cease —
Of anguish drowned in rest and peace.
And I that terrible farewell,
Despairing but content, shall take,
Knowing that I have served thee well —
I, that would dare the rack and stake,
The flames of hell, for thy dear sake.
4.
The law may hang me for my crime,
Just or unjust, I'll not complain.
'Twere better than to live my time
Bereaved and broken, and to wane,
Slow inch by inch, in useless pain;
Alone, unhelped, uncomforted,
In mine own last extremity;
No faithful lover by my bed
To do what thou would'st do for me.
And I shall want to die with thee.
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The irreveracable state of falling moral
Piecing together newspaper dooms dayers
Always curious about generalized detachment
Yet unable to see the forest for the trees
Picket lines are home
Raging infernos of injustice and malcontent
Laying stoically at their doorstep
Wrapped messily in insomniac nightmares at yours
Big, BOLD letters voicing the masses
We are, We are
Oppressed, Depressed, Repressed
No longer though
Passing out the hymnals of our revolution
Unsatisfied but spent
I sit back and enjoy the show
Saturating my senses with the smell of burning GMO fields
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
She laughs, he smiles.
The black forest taste he could only taste at the peak of light beams
Her laugh seems similar, quite similar.
Her haha's outcasted the glooms and dooms
Just as the black forest melted on his taste buds when sun rays streaked upon his shoulder blades.
She cracked a joke, he laughs and nods
Intellectual is what they might say
A brainy maniac she is, who could co-host a sitcom
His Friday nights would now only be filled with her wits
Replacing all the beers and stouts for a while
His once bumpy and rocky throat is nil compared to the highly raised cheekbones visible during a good laugh
But one day she cried.
The guilt he carries overshadowed his sympathy.
Her big swollen eyes
Her pinkish and warm face which was covered in dribble
Hadn't he known?
All those time he made somersaults, he was drown deep below
He could breakthrough,
but was too mesmerized by the mermaid's blinking fishtail and scaly skin.
And she saved him
From being turned into a merman
Only then he was back to square one
Where her laughters, her jokes and her sobs are actually his sugar crush, his Gatsby gold
As always, she was after all, his soul saver.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
Talking to my GoPro as if it were you
Current truths
Diminish the whirling blues
inside my head where you don’t have a clue
out the zoo with my emotions
In the beginning eased it with some sleep
Because I couldn’t see the reasons for my grief
Out the shadows and the light is brief
What to think?
What to know?
The tension is rigorous
Kept inside a pin
Let it sit and sizzle until it’s smoke
Open the vents, and let it go
To seize a chance for peace
Dismantle the layers of myself
Find you in a strip
A memory I’ll always love
My love just don’t lose grip
But to love is to see you free
A peak I couldn’t see
Relief indeed
Let it bleed
Let it bleed
Let it bleed
Consume the dooms
Swallow the distrust
The other side of the moon
The ending will come soon
Sitting in my room
About to make some chicken....
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
Succubus why Torment
and Torture me,
is it Savvy to get your
Immoral ****** satisfaction
from Incubus, am Human with Blood
in my Veins,
my Zing isn't akin
to your Zeal succubus,
Your Presence is Subtle,
would you Deign to Leave me Alone,
God's Succor and
Fortification is all
it Takes,
and no Day will I
ever Fret about you, Though you're Fractitious
Opposite of me Frail,
But through the Struggle,
I stand to Gain,
De Jure am supposed
to be FREE not a *** slave,
Self assured with
Fortitude
I'll Reach my Zenith......
@miamizoliver
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
Vipers barrelling -
high vaporous carcases,
farting emissions
Biospheres radiator streaks,
dooms rushing emissaries
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Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
In the valley of the shadow of death
I close my eyes and hold my breath
Everyday we live our lives
With no thought of what tomorrow brings
Each day we live and die
The end is near its echos ring
No time for farewells
No space for sad goodbyes
As the world dies hurting your temples
With their screams and horrid cries
What life will we leave our children
What truth will we send their way
Will the face of dooms existence
Haunt their skies with dark and grey
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, find peace but don't forget your journey to that---old draft :-:
being no one is embarrassing
everyone becomes null in everything
put the mean
in a meaning to steam
but nothingness is a two edged sword
when levitating a meaningless world
adopting the faces into my timeline for glasses to erupt in aware
speak for themselves my thoughts of clears and fair
notice my dares and hesitates
when it comes to the memories of them fades and unfades
want the roses to bloom
for the awake of the kills and dooms
take a breath
shake life's hand against death
tongues speak
although aimless word disguise is chic
an invisible devotion
about surviving chaotic commotion
-----ravenfeels
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC
we came up from the beach at night
the bridge doomed under a sheet of fog- orange glowing.
the bus horned down the hill like a life size slug storming to get me.
i stood up, staggering with fleet and flight. arms up in surrender.
i was told to just sit down;wave them off.
the raccoons kept staring. a thousand pairs of eyes reflecting off my lights.
i ran but the pavement kept on moving.
we were droogs in the night bending backwards and forwards possessed with heaving laughter.
we pulsated under streetlights.
we melted on walls.
we sat in silence as colorful sweat dribbled down our faces.
our eyes rolled back.
the clock struck midnight as we struggled to count our cash
we ventured to the bus stop and waited.
there, a hopeless man kept on pounding his chest; testosterone flying in the air.
i merely took the greens he offered and left.
thanks.
i was late for a meeting on the next corner.
the appointment commenced.
a bump of life swept through us. back in the realm we were again.
the bus driver nodded, pupils as big as dimes.
dooms day.
i need to get off on 6th.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:02 AM UTC
Ambiguous propaganda seeps paranoia
into crevasses of budding knowledge,
spawning hordes of diffident souls
that cower behind the Aegis
of altruistic motives.
Self preservation clings
to pragmatic love
and delayed satisfaction,
while enthusiasts of law
leech gold from delicate
words left unsaid.
The expense of insuring hope
dooms creative anomalies
to tedious and ceaseless
indentured servitude.
And the day split-lip parasites
swarm like Death to claim souls,
the only cure
will waste away final days in
an attempt to prolong them.
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
Once upon a strange sunrise
I got lost and time died before my eyes
I feel like i'm too far from my home
My body now races and my mind roams
I can see my feelings
I can feel my thoughts
Caved into weird dealings
My perspective tied in a knot
Hard to gain control
of which I don't understand
Seemingly an eternity,
only a tick of the minute hand
Unsure if I can withstand the heat
My soul is a bright star, but unmanned
casting a radiance like a helping hand
An uncanny force attracts my waves
into a cave slaved to the dark abyss
I'm moving closer to the grave concave
a hiss of fear followed by a shivering kiss
As I enter, I see my troubles carved in the wall
Regrets, fears, sorrows that I've yet to overcome
I'm appalled by the amount, too many to count,
my overwhelming hate frees my mind from the drought.
And in just the blink of a smile,
I'm lavishly released from my personal dooms
Eager to set foot in the aisle of a new lifestyle
and I sit up never happier to be in my own room.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Beyond the chaos of the border
between reason and disorder
lies a world that ever beckons
to the darkness in my soul
A land of everlasting laughter
that was once and will be after
all the things we thought
we fathomed turn to dust
in granite holes
Take me far beyond the steeple
to a land of unscathed people
where no single rule or concept
dooms us all to God’s abyss
Show me love without condition
without heaven or perdition
where no act of false contrition
guarantees eternal bliss
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
tonight,
my shadow settles
in a different corner of the world
and his obscures me
content to hang on my frame
shielding any light from my eyes
faith's grievance -
the gravest sin I'd commit
salt to skin
faith's only albatross -
the bits of faith I'd toss
like Ms. Greenwood's dress
into the darkest parts of New York
like I think of my name
winking into the fixed abyss
indifferent to its prior disguise
when it does not leave the lungs enough
and on the height of my fuss,
inspiration flees
like a sour gust through the city at night
- a hint of death
a tinge of it on my hands
the void I fault for its expanse
promises to snarl his shadow from my shoulder
invites me into its limbo
desperately whines my title
it calls with little confidence,
but I linger to step in
flecks of gray interrupting the black
wafting,
purposeless black
will I?
will I live, wander the world's breadth
with the impetus of two dead legs
or will I become a cry of breath?
I flirt with two dooms,
swinging like a two-phase-moon;
stay, go, stay, go
weighing the whimper of my soul
against brain's drive to die alone
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
I
I have lived with Shades so long,
So long have talked to them,
I sped to street and throng,
That sometimes they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;
II
And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-Be, where Dooms
Half-wove and shapeless stand:
And show from there
The dwindled dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
III
“Now turn,” they said to me
One day: “Look whence we came,
And signify his name
Who gazes thence at thee”—
—”Nor name nor race
Know I, or can,”
I said, “Of man
So commonplace.”
IV
“He moves me not at all:
I note no ray or jot
Of rareness in his lot,
Or star exceptional.
Into the dim
Dead throngs around
He’ll sink, nor sound
Be left of him.”
V
“Yet,” said they, “his frail speech,
Hath accents pitched like thine—
Thy mould and his define
A likeness each to each—
But go! Deep pain
Alas, would be
His name to thee,
And told in vain!”
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The terrifying teeth chatter into the crimson lips of a wound up smile, chattering along the very risen table top that draws all small toys to their finite dooms. While breaths sour hour upon hour, each idling ear suffocates the last gasping breaths of its epicurean syllabic tongue, drizzling down the stomach like melt water from a cubic glacier in an ornamental silver tub, and sternly quibbles the stem-like dactyls drawing rose champagne into a fissure of the brain's tumescent humming.
Each finger tips' nail rouge and red, each dry crevice sewn into the knuckles, and a leaflet on sadism near the scratchy illegible lines whittled on the topside of the wrists and the slalom runs of the ankle. The ankle sinister. The ghost-like hallow sockets of where eyes could have once be seen. Plaster and albicant-like dying death white skins forbade from the Flushing streets where the jazz dance once began. And with each nellypotted hop, three useless nuisances could not carry the bridle towards each nearly favorite sound that curiosity enslaved man to lean towards.
The women weirded out by corners, plastic-wrapped furniture in outdoor corridors, where sinners veil their retreats into state run triage centers. Fake plastic countertops built from fake plastic trees. With an M14's muzzle stiffening and shuttering, she who vents off her cured romances will always find herself flaccid on rubber knees. The disease of the plea, is once more an affectation of not falling for royalty but instead the royal we. There is this weapon of fraud that perplexes geneticists, that enslaves heterosexuals, where albeit nor the time or place, she venerates the libations that her mind creates, she lubricates her cells, dressing, her skin ripening, heaven trickling across her humble nape, where gentleness is only a fool's disease and need.
She. We. Heathens of eternity bowing our breaths in grand hyperbole see. I see she, and she sees me.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
Togetherness / Dark Angel
Dark Angel, with thine aching lust
for what he cannot have
my heart isn't for him
My body is flesh
but my spirit is with the light
but he thinks he owns me
he wants to rid all that I love
the world of his darkness
is all he knows how to give
he cast his spells
gives a life of hell
locked away in a unknown place
darken dreams he gives to me
a gift from he
He wants my all
he wants everything I love
he wants my the visions
that I hold deep within
Dark Angel, doesn't no true Love
what it is that I hold
I loved what is good
I loved my true God
with all my heart
with all my might
I had fallen apart when I found
myself in the dark
someone has broken my heart
Dark Angel ,made his way
into my mind
he showed me things
that brings on much pains
I am standing in the rain
I feel I am about to go insane
the violence is all around me
I am cut very deep from he
My life will never been the same
he gives me so much blames
I questioned all his words
but he holds no self worth
I myself did not want what he holds
he reveal what is dark and cold
like we are apart of the dead
am I losing my head
my mind sees the angry sea
a ship of pain
with many dancing in the rain
I don't no what to think
are what it is I feel
what I felt in my soul
is something from the unknown
Dark Angel ,looks at me
like he is reading my thoughts
I can't put nothing past him
in a world of dreams ,
Oh , how he makes screams
Why did love take flight from me ?
I cried in so much pain
in pouring rain
with so much shame ,
Dark Angel, on wing of darkness
fly's over to me
asking me what it is I see
but I never said a thing
he never reaches me too late
this pain of coldness is freezing my blood
frozen emotions ,
among silvery to a sultry fire
thine envious heart
delight tortured by desire of Dark Angel
things of beauty burn like a flames
evil ecstasy he has for me
the gloom of dooms is all around me
moments of his lust
I hate this so much
he lied me down with gentle coldness
words of hunger
whispering words in my ears
dark love to me
He admires my beauty
my body
but most of all is my eyes
and the visions I hold within
my hands around him
my skin is almost lifeless as his
tears he kissed off my cold face
my lips he kissed
then he bite until blood run thin
upon my skin
he had been looking me up and down
He put me next to him
hope that I will never try to escape.
Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC