Poetry competition CLOSED 27th August 2024 4:28pm
WINNER
Vision_of_insanity
Vision_of_insanity
Hell
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..
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..
Written by Numer90
(Numer0-un0)
Go To Page
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
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
Written by Everavalon
Go To Page
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
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
Written by ThePalestRider
Go To Page
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...
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...
Written by Rew
Go To Page
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
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
Written by javalini
Go To Page
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.
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.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
Go To Page
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
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
Written by Vision_of_insanity
Go To Page
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
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
Written by javalini
Go To Page
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.
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.
Written by Lamjhnsn1
(FREe African King)
Go To Page
Anonymous
<< post removed >>
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
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
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
Go To Page
