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Hell

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

Describe hell the way you envision it. This competition last 2 weeks and poems can be any length.

poet Anonymous

Recurring sinner; Day of reckoning

Poor me, oh! Mummy, I am a recurring sinner   Same old story waking up every morning a loser..      
      
REIGN IN HELL OR SERVE IN HEAVEN?      
       
BOM BA CHI-CO CHI..      
LOM BA CHI-CO CHI..      
CHI-CO CHI.. CHI-CO CHI BAM! BAM!..
     
       
What they mean! This incantations no idea I'm not a coder..    
On the reckoning day in Mordor, they gave me a condo for been a recurring sinner..      
My brain cells rhythmic firing me into a weeper..      
These demons seduced me assuring I am no more a believer..    
So,
Bomber me hommie for never been a winner

 
 
Wandering in holly..      
Wandering in bolly..      
Wandering in nolly..      
I am not wandering in Norwood..  
   
 
 
My movie a parody I am just a recurring loser..  
Running and pacing to make sure I am not a quitter..      
Accounting for my actions causing me unwanted reactions..      
So much commotion they gonna boil me and toil me in this smouldering coal..      
Worldly pleasures I am the receiver..      
They conquered me hommie my demons all but deceivers..      

       
Puppet master they rank me..      
So much turmoil as they reckon me..      
Traumatic events I wish on no one..      
Should have listen now that is too late..      
Alice we no longer in land of wonder..      
     

 
Got me a condo in Mordor coz I'm a recurring sinner..      
Oh! Please let me out of this ever blazing burner..      
Live and let me die just not in this God forsaken burner..      
Accommodate me better, don't let them prey me this is my only prayer..      
In here, a day feels like the month May..      
So, living everydays a long way to go and night even longer..    
See in here mummy, I don't have any mojo..  
My legs oscillating hanging higher up from a burning hanger..      
 


BOM BA CHI-CO CHI..      
LOM BA CHI-CO CHI..      
CHI-CO CHI.. CHI-CO CHI BAM! BAM!..
     
       
This incantations no idea I'm not a coder..  
   
Poor me, oh! Mummy, I am a convicted sinner..      
See in here mummy, I don't have any mojo!..
Am a recurring a sinner..  
In Mordor they put me in condo coz I'm a recurring sinner..      
On the reckoning day they put me in a condo in Mordor for been a recurring sinner..
poet Anonymous

Where the incubus creep

Infernal design
equipped to malign
To center your time
In an endless decline
 
Hell has been touted
as heaven, rerouted
where his seduction is clouded
Lest the spirit be shrouded
 
The chasm’s too deep
And these walls are too steep
Never able to sleep
Where the incubus creep
 
Commit to the shame
Of the gatekeepers maim
where the veil is aflame
And the crust is the same
 
The raze of the rotten  
Where grace is ill-gotten
The moaning;
forgotten
where burdens are boughten
 
Fevered and shivery
Ascension misdelivery
Cruel, bane and slithering
The serpent is withering
 
The musk of your fear
Leaves a layer of sheer
And the scar of the sear
Defends the unclear
 
No rest in the sable
It’s daunting;
Unstable
The devil is able
To rage fill this cradle
poet Anonymous

The Blessed Below

Father am I not divine?

Creations offered pearl before swine

You the father of all and that includes lies

I am part of you in Heaven's skies

You too are part of my realm

From my gilded helm

To my fiery pits below

It only goes to show

Since I was made unto you

You didn't truly think it through

There's a part of you in me

Holiness that never does come free

Does that not make me a contender for Heaven's throne?

Or do you take back laws written on the holy stone?

You cannot truly be good in mortal eyes

With them seeing their own children slowly die

So in return they come to make a pact

Against you matter of fact

For when the almighty fails them

They turn to another divine whim

Yes I can save their child

Forces from Hell's own wild

I've done what you can do

And people still choose me over you

You are not the Father, Wraith, or Son

Not when you"re also part of the fallen one
poet Anonymous

Hell on earth

Hell's this ceaseless squealing numbing traffic noise    
the jack - jack hammers stuttering clattering bangs,    
the grass cutting, hedge trimming, redknecked good old boy,    
loudly murdering Sundays, may that bastard, hang!    
     
Hell's the murderous duel for a parking space    
in the heaving mass of killers at the shopping mall,    
hell's not knowing who's armed or who'd bash your face    
or who the cop will kill IF he answers your call.    
     
Hell's screaming brats demanding ket when I've no cash      
or some freak at the door promising peace in the next world,    
just when I've seconds to go and survive the school-dash    
hell's in front, on a bike, on his early, freeky, morning twirl,    
     
" Out of my way bastard, you should've been still-birthed ! "  
I scream, hell's here, right now, hell's here, or I've been cursed...
poet Anonymous

WHAT IS HELL LIKE, ANYWAY?

they make
you sit
in grandpa's pew
and listen
to a
preacher
spew
for an eon

maybe two

then you read
a book of
lore
and swear
it holds
the truth
and more

deep down
you think
it's just
a bore

but if
you say
it's just a
book
they'll hang
you
on
a fishing
hook
and burn
you
with
a cigarette
'til you
profess
profound
regret
and say the
one
who sent
you here
loves you
true
and holds
you dear

confessed,
you think
ordeal
complete
but then
wake up
in grandpa's seat

hell never ends

it just repeats
poet Anonymous

The Infernal Forest

Amiss I crossed
unknowingly into Hell’s frost,

within a mortal’s journey in a dismal wood of sin,
little I knew a divine odyssey would begin.

I awoke off the True Path!
Lord! Dip this careless flesh in your bath of wrath!

In our infernal forest, I departed from the way of light!
Oh, Divine One, with anguish deliver to me a smite!

How to say how wicked,
such a place makes the saints justly livid!

Never witnessed so rank, so dismal,
the non-christened regiments abysmal.

So savagely untamed its rough growth twas’ in this woodland!
Behind every scorched timber hid a sinful band.

The chalice of Christ’s blood dry,
to my fear, gives eyes to the dead.
poet Anonymous

Hell ain't so bad

Within the depths, where dreams come true
Echoes of hope, where Lucifer loves you
Flames dance, a delightful sight
Inferno whispers through the night

Freedom to say, a care-free state
On tranquil paths, no room for hate
Each laugh, a happy story
In hell's release, heartfelt glory

Pleasant nights, dawn will arise
Cool whispering flames, blue clear skies
A realm of pleasure, you'll never want to leave
In these delightful depths of hell, always believe
poet Anonymous

WHAT IS HELL LIKE, ANYWAY?

they make
you sit
in grandpa's pew
and listen
to a
preacher
spew
for an eon

maybe two

then you read
a book of
lore
and swear
it holds
the truth
and more

deep down
you think
it's just
a bore

but if
you say
it's just a
book
they'll hang
you
on
a fishing
hook
and burn
you
with
a cigarette
'til you
profess
profound
regret
and say the
one
who sent
you here
loves you
true
and holds
you dear

confessed,
you think
ordeal
complete
but then
wake up
in grandpa's seat

hell never ends

it just repeats
poet Anonymous

Living by
Other people's Opinions
Is the First Step
To a psychological
Self Medicated
Hell

poet Anonymous

Mercy, Has Gone

An ever doward spiral.
A transference of Spiritual disease, turn viral.
Death arrived, & did not fair you well.
Within it's clutches, cast you to the very pits of Hell.
Come now, the gnawing & gnashing of teeth.
But deaf ears fall upon you, way down underneath.
Wake will you not, from  this desperate condition.
A subject, are you, to slow decomposition.
Mercy, has gone the way of your soul.
In it's place, a chiseled out, blackened, gaping hole.
poet Anonymous

Hells’ Maze

Howling wind in the dark of night
screaming loons from the forest
beyond the blackest shades
they waited in the maze
salivating for signs of mortal sins
made by powers beyond the ken
of human’s inquiring mind

they move in droves
these minions of darkness
to search for preys
to inflict upon their wickedness
for scrambled minds
of human wits they dart
for and attain, full to their gain

screams and shrieks the deranged mind
kicking and struggling to escape
these darkness trolls of nothingness
cares not to look nor validate
the gibbering darkness within
the mind of malevolent frenzied souls
they drag these penitents to the maze

within this maze the specters gaze
with needful hungry eyes
the gibbering terrified souls
those evil depraved souls
whose humane-self had long departed
for regions full of debauchery
murderers of innocence, killers of children

this the darkness closed
around the doomed black souls
to feast upon the sins
that rippled to hurt and maim
others more pure, blameless beings
they circled the terrified cluster
closed and closer like famished lovers

they pounced and wrapped their tentacles
on orifices unknown to man
to suck and gobble the darkness within
round and round they clenched
their suckers upon their spurting darkness
screams, shrieks, howls, gut-groans
emitted from suffering forms below go heeded

when at last the deed was done
crumpled nothing in the maze
dark oily stains on yellow diseased grass
shimmer dolefully in the jaundiced light
nothing left but moans and haunting mewls
from something under the ground
within the mysterious labyrinth
poet Anonymous

Hellacious

You praise the world; not knowing.
The hymns you voice are betrothing.
Alone in spirituality.  Devoting.
So dismal as you're moping.
 
You lack the sense of logic.
You ignore all that's obvious.  
Denying the only positive.  
Failing as a novice.
 
You have no way to reason.
You're blind to all the heathens.
You think loneliness is treason.
You think friendship is your Eden.
 
You're lost inside the story.
Surrounded without glory.
From choices you made poorly.
Lost heaven to the periphery.  
 
Now you're just a sin.
A race you'll never win.  
Until you look within.
To find where you had been.
poet Anonymous

Making Hell

We live our lives
Some good, some bad
and some seem to get away the latter

These fragile bodies
will soon pass
Then we'll know the impact we had here

Will we be at peace
with who we were
or suffer eternal damnation

Just a little advice
Try to remember
The road to hell is paved with good intention


Tim Eros
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Competition: Hell
poet Anonymous

About me

About me
 I am somebody special
That was made
By my father
With his holy hands
A long time ago
And also along
Time ago
My father had
Placed me to live
Here on earth
I love living on earth
My beautiful life
Every single day
I  care about
The way my friends
Love me
Also my friends
Are my family
I trust my friends
And I know that
There will be always
Around for me
Even when I am sick
I just don’t like
Being sick
I try to take good care
Of my health
Every single day
Also, was my father
That gave me the
Gift of health
I also never had
Ruin my health
I don’t smoke
At all friends
So I have healthy lungs
Also friends I never drunk
Any alcohol
Because that would destroy
My liver
Friends I also have
Healthy liver
I made a promise to me
That I will stay sober
Forever
Also friends I was born
A Christian
And I will also die
As a Christian
I am glad that
My friends have some
Respect for me
They respect my race
And religion
I am very happy about that
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