Poetry of the Apocalypse
I don't know about you, but I'm obsessed with the end of the world. It's ultimate, it's inferno, it's impossibly close and never ever going to happen. Poetry (one of my other obsessions) blends nicely with these aesthetics, so I've started compiling some apocalyptic poems. These are my favorites.
Hopefully, this list will evolve as I find more tasteful apocalypse poetry. Also, I attempted to put the best line under the poem. Please excuse the dogshit formatting.
by Kristen Mears
we share that samerecycled air, press our mouths against the wall,breathe so deeply we see stars.
by Emma Buckley
This is my favorite apocalypse poem, so far, of all time. Unfortunately, the website it is housed on is down right now. I really hope it returns soon.
by Robert Frost
From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.
by T.S. Elliot.
This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.
by Judith Wright
Perhaps the whole elaborate fable
right from the beginning
is meant to demonstrate this; perhaps it’s the whole secret.
Perhaps nothing exists but our faults?
by Summer Farah
I could die today & live again I could dieagain & live
by Rusty Barnes
I need a shotgun but what I have is a butterknife.
by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
where breathing comes easiest
and reaches for a warm body
as soon as she can smell it close.
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