The end is nigh

Just another apocalyptical piece, I think I feel an obsession coming on.

We glanced into the horizons

Seeing a dichotomised beauty

The starry night eased my intrigue

But the glowing orange didn’t.

The two colours met in the middle

Almost as if in agreement

Aware of each other’s existence

Pairing for the sorting of Man.

Encrusted in the unearthly glow

Was a peculiar zeitgeist, Doom.

Earthlings still left their houses

And walked towards it solemnly

For we had acknowledged our fate

A needed punishment for our neglect

But now our regret loomed over head

As a blazing, cleansing inferno.

One and all, stared into the night

Almost as if for the first time

But the opportunities had been there a while

Before this very final curtain call

Author's Note

I noticed 100% of my poetry all had a rhyme scheme, I wanted to add a little variety and test myself by taking out a rhyme scheme. Let me know how I did.

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

Well, I think this piece would not have fared as well with a rhyme scheme. It would have made it too... cute somehow. This has been a fear since Openheimer brought his toy into the world, of course if we didn't have this weapon of mass destruction, we would just have another. As you say, the opportunity has been there for a while, and what have we done?

[FlawedByDesign]

The fact that this poem does not rhyme, benefits in the telling of the story more than anything. There is a certain quality at the start of the poem in telling of the hues of the setting sun mingling with the cover of night, but then it goes off in a terrestrial direction. The mention of "earthlings" reinforces this, and it comes across as the alien invasion of "Independence Day", though it isn't one.

Man can only blame himself...shame :(

Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Opportunity has been in the front of the great(So Call great) men in the USA for years. Bush took off the protection Teddy Roosevelt put into effect 100 years ago for land that was safe from construction and men who desire to chop down the forest. Obama open up the Atlantic coast for drilling for the rich man. We are led by greedy men led by the rich man. Obama made the rich richer and poor poorer. Bush didn't do much more. I hope for a Bill Clinton. He balanced the budget and left nature safe and sound. Your words were powerful. When all men from four corners of this world scream out in desperation. We are heading toward a dead end road. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[AlieahRose]

MY HEART WAS RACING TOWARD THE END...
THIS IS A POWERFUL PIECE...
IF THIS IS AN OBSESSION COMING ON...
PLEASE DON'T FIGHT IT...

[Lorame]

Wow. This is pretty powerful. You are right, no rhyme scheme, but somehow the flow is still very nice. As I read it, I felt like it was someone just talking; it felt natural. But it is more than just talking. Nice work.

[.quan.011.]

Excellent peom!

[Closedown]

Ooh! The end of the world! Your right, this poem is more striking without a rhyme scheme.

[Omar Fendri]

many expressions have their own charm in this poem and make it so sweet to read. I Like ultimately

[Robin]

rhyme has its place and must be done flawlessly , I prefer flow and images that support thought and concepts ~ you have this here ~