Best Doom Poems

howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!

in packs behind rigid barriers,
cunning to modulate world to needs,
the rivers run dark under their feet,
trees have perished to nourish their seeds!

clouds now...

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Oh, this impish ill!
this mystic flock of ever-roaming pain;
You now possess fully
my body and my life.
I am at your full attention and mercy;
Do you not rejoice?
Are you not overwhelmingly triumphant?
This very body that shamed kings into beggars,
that made cowards into martyrs,
songs to motivation,
and indisputable chaos...

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freedom lies with a shattered grace
stumbling toward atomic mythology
where answers have their sins washed
brilliantly bright as suns dyeing skin off-
colors of rumors circulating planets
of the universe pulled headlong into a night
-mare riding tattooed and complaining
about recollections of severed ghosts
(hiding in a ball of fear minds...

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A child shrieks on darkness’ edge
For fear of what’s within the black
A tense reaction, shivering too
At thoughts of something to attack
But no, there’s nothing that so comes
Yet, child cries and prays for light
With blanket pulled above the brow
He does his best to cope with fright
He...

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Oh Death!
Thou art fool to think that  you can intimidate me. 
No more…..
Come, 
big brother.
Let us have a party,
and we shall see who survives the night.
Come, 
big brother.
Let us hold our hands together,
and sing an ode to the past.
Come, 
shrouded in your white ribbons....

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" Ship of Doom "

Ship of doom so sailed to sea ~
Dark her course... 'twas meant to be ~

Into seas this great ship sped ~
Her past... her history... of naught but dread ~
O'er those waves her bows did'st cleave ~
Her memories... but silken webs to...

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Bottomless ocean speak your rhythmical path.
Beautiful world if only a glimpse embedded in my mind.
I shall capture the essence of unknown in detail.
I sigh a slow breath.
Yet danger may soon approach.
For I will not stay but in this moment short lived.
In the depths free from...

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They don’t believe the Earth is dying
Slowly, painfully, day by day
They think that money can fix the problems
For the few they admit, they sit and pray

They think money can fix the problems
Surgeries to make you thin
Pills to make you eat less
Cars to fit into the...

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I aped to a blue heron to a man who wrote his deed.
Once you're at the final of the story, no woe is needed.

If death appeared to be appropriate, life would be aimless.
If you have survived death mysteriously, you can live endless.

You lift it, provided...

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Shores of doom 
Needn’t engulf the space in your mind
Where without your will gloom
Can’t inhabit until faithless fleas and spiritual sleaze find

Room and space to waylay and slay without delay
The faith you profess to possess
In a spray without a ray stray
Strung and hung when you...

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Priests of Doom and Gloom:
Fear, the seat of their feigned
power. We, meaning them, know
best: follow us and be saved
or risk eternal pain and suffering~
being forever graved! Yet some, as
I, choose the worship of one word,
Love! Avoiding Dogmatic Mercenaries,
Faux stand-ins, for the one, true,
God, all merciful,...

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Alas, the famed Red Baron bit the dust.

   His last flight in his Fokker was a bust.

      Some thought Snoopy shot him down,

         But t'was a dude named Roy Brown,

...

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Dark energy spreads ink across the universe, 
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. 
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,  
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the...

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Where are we headed? I know not where
Where are we headed? I know not why
Where are we headed? I know not how
Where are we headed? I know not to whom

Is it better to know or not to know?
Is it better on my own or with...

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     The old man's trophy,
        antlers impale my      v i s c e r a l     veins. 
  Love, a moth's wings, ash-dusted, flutters...

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