We didn’t start the fire,
But we profit from the smoke.
Dancing in its flames.
Blast from the Past:
What is this world?
It’s a world of fire and salt
Where nothing is real
Unless it is in ashes
12/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Apocalypses
Poems about apocalypses
12/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Oh beautiful city
Towers of human ingenuity
Rising step by step
To discover its true embrace in
Death
Blast from the Past:
Perfect, synchronized
Machinery performing
Humanization
10/29/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Waking the morning after
The apocalypse that never came.
What do you do now
That you have your whole life ahead of you?
Blast from the Past:
I’m thinking about
The end of the world—how bored
It is making me.
07/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Shipwreck out at sea
A relic of social decay
Now a world for fish
Blast from the Past:
It is painful to
Think all the progress we’ve made
Might one day recede
06/11/25 A New Waltmarie for a New Day
It is better we die in our
Eras
With contentedness and
Resolve
With triumph for our brave new world, after
Nothing
Lies in our way than to see it all fall apart
Cursed to
Witness all we hold dear receive a
Slow death
This is the first time I wrote a waltmarie. It’s a 10 line poem where the even lines must be two syllables, and if you remove them form a poem all their own.
Blast from the Past:
After every
Apocalypse, you awake to
Just another day
03/07/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Just from the flower,
Smiling at the last butterfly
In atomic rain
Blast from the Past:
You must live with both
Dialoguing with evil
Violence without blood
02/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
As the earth consumes
Me, fever and loss are all
That can protect me.
Blast from the Past:
Waking, plagued hands turn
Their rocket’s autopilot
Away from the sun
01/15/25 A New Day, A New Haiku
Come. Prop up your feet.
Watch as our humanity
Slowly melts away.
Blast from the Past:
Brief introduction
Totalitarianism,
Intimate power
12/19/24 Haiku for the Day
Vast expanse of sand
Small clay lines of rise, huts from a
Once vibrant village
Blast from the Past:
Inequalities
With ancient roots, reproduced
In each new era
11/25/24 Haiku for the Day
Our apocalypse
Will have the indignity
Of fizzling slowly
Blast from the Past:
If the afterlife’s
Endless, then dying now or
Then has the same length.