Poetry competition CLOSED 27th August 2024 4:28pm
Hell
Anonymous
Hell
Is this what hell is all about?
Darkness flashing all around.
Lost in a world of my own.
Walking in a crowd all alone.
Why did they all have to leave?
What have I done? tell me please.
I must have deserved this strife.
For all the sins of my life.
Is this all the love I'll ever get?
Everyone gone, all I've ever met.
Hell is but a stroll in the park,
compared to this life in the dark.
Is this what hell is all about?
This must be my fault, no doubt.
Cursed to stay in this land,
with no one to hold my hand.
Now I know what hell is all about.
Darkness flashing all around.
Lost in a world of my own.
Walking in a crowd all alone.
Why did they all have to leave?
What have I done? tell me please.
I must have deserved this strife.
For all the sins of my life.
Is this all the love I'll ever get?
Everyone gone, all I've ever met.
Hell is but a stroll in the park,
compared to this life in the dark.
Is this what hell is all about?
This must be my fault, no doubt.
Cursed to stay in this land,
with no one to hold my hand.
Now I know what hell is all about.
Anonymous
Heavens to Expensive That's Why I'm Refinancing in Hell
"Talk with it, walk with it-if not done right just forget it
Church folks will look at you like you just shitted,
"Treating you like a sinful hated ex lova
Because you couldn't follow rules to bend knee to a strict motherfucka,
"Praising and singing for eternity-for what it's worth
I've done enough of that fuck shit while here on Earth,
"Man fucked that up when trying to change the rule
Now Heaven is hard to achieve for the average fool,
"Thou shall not work on the Sabbath day
Understand I have child support and bills to motherfuckin pay,
"God put us on this Earth under a cancerous ass sun
With restrictions to happiness or someone trying to cum,
"I like getting my dick suck under the early morning light
Then giving the pussy a dose of pre-cuming act right,
"Thanks, is always given before and after the nut
What the hell he upset for, he was the one who created the fuck,
"If he didn't know his boy-pussy chasing priest does
From getting their dicks covered in shit and blood,
"And if she doesn't want Nun-she gonna get some
Many by intimidation or rape just to have bragging rights virgin fun,
"And the motherfuckin nerve to put me in that category
Here is my middle finger to all your eternal glory,
"At least in hell I know shit is fucked up from the get go
Now I'm wrong for not wanting to be an angelic glorified ho',
"If a motherfucka don't like-lick my blasphemous nuts
Because I gives no eternal golden city fucks,
"You can call it CS being ignorant, stupid or goddamn dumb
Naw motherfuckas-like Pink Floyd I'm comfortably numb".
Devil "Ok CS. It seems all paperwork is in order. All I need is your final signature".
CS "I just had a pen. It seems the motherfucka disappeared on me".
Devil "Mmmm. Unprepared I see. Don't worry just use blood. Here, you can use my personal cursed blade. Just slice your flesh right there".
CS "Damn I didn't feel a thing and it's self-healing".
Devil "Be patient the pain will come later".
CS "Alright. Anything else that needs to be done?"
Devil "Yes I need to hold onto one more thing until your permanent arrival".
CS "You doing too goddamn much? At least Jesse James used a gun when he robbed a motherfucka".
Devil "Yes, but I I'm not robbing what is freely given".
CS "What's that?"
Devil "Your soul".
CS "Motherfucka please. You ain't getting shit but pennies on the dollar".
Church folks will look at you like you just shitted,
"Treating you like a sinful hated ex lova
Because you couldn't follow rules to bend knee to a strict motherfucka,
"Praising and singing for eternity-for what it's worth
I've done enough of that fuck shit while here on Earth,
"Man fucked that up when trying to change the rule
Now Heaven is hard to achieve for the average fool,
"Thou shall not work on the Sabbath day
Understand I have child support and bills to motherfuckin pay,
"God put us on this Earth under a cancerous ass sun
With restrictions to happiness or someone trying to cum,
"I like getting my dick suck under the early morning light
Then giving the pussy a dose of pre-cuming act right,
"Thanks, is always given before and after the nut
What the hell he upset for, he was the one who created the fuck,
"If he didn't know his boy-pussy chasing priest does
From getting their dicks covered in shit and blood,
"And if she doesn't want Nun-she gonna get some
Many by intimidation or rape just to have bragging rights virgin fun,
"And the motherfuckin nerve to put me in that category
Here is my middle finger to all your eternal glory,
"At least in hell I know shit is fucked up from the get go
Now I'm wrong for not wanting to be an angelic glorified ho',
"If a motherfucka don't like-lick my blasphemous nuts
Because I gives no eternal golden city fucks,
"You can call it CS being ignorant, stupid or goddamn dumb
Naw motherfuckas-like Pink Floyd I'm comfortably numb".
Devil "Ok CS. It seems all paperwork is in order. All I need is your final signature".
CS "I just had a pen. It seems the motherfucka disappeared on me".
Devil "Mmmm. Unprepared I see. Don't worry just use blood. Here, you can use my personal cursed blade. Just slice your flesh right there".
CS "Damn I didn't feel a thing and it's self-healing".
Devil "Be patient the pain will come later".
CS "Alright. Anything else that needs to be done?"
Devil "Yes I need to hold onto one more thing until your permanent arrival".
CS "You doing too goddamn much? At least Jesse James used a gun when he robbed a motherfucka".
Devil "Yes, but I I'm not robbing what is freely given".
CS "What's that?"
Devil "Your soul".
CS "Motherfucka please. You ain't getting shit but pennies on the dollar".
Anonymous
Hell Is.....
Hell is not being heard
Hell is holding a case with empty pens
Hell is being seen as absurd
being held inert
Hell is worthlessness
six feet above earth,
denying birth
Hell is breathing no air
Hell is being constantly
scared to share
with those who don't care
Hell is a mouth sewn
sickness grown in bone
Hell is losing your hair
Hell is impossible tasks
and demons that stare
Hell is meaningless fare,
children screaming at fairs,
music too loud upstairs
Hell is losing dare
Hell is performing unprepared
and not knowing your where
Hell is not leaving your lair
Hell is talking to walls
and walking up stairs
Being dreg
beneath debonair
Hell is wells, applied poison
Christmas robbed of it's toys and
solar flares
searing the flesh
Hell is searing at best
Hell is the pain in your chest
Hell, cyst on a brain
Hell gives reason to rest
yet is sleep unmaintained
Hell is a pest
Hell is logic matched with insane
Hell is acting as rusty
cog in a frame
building nothing
Hell is a stoning maintained
for eternity, Hell's a test
Hell is hearing a man cry
murder me
I urge you please
I can't take this
how am I still alive
to be alone
Hell is a home
it's a heart denied
Hell
is where I reside
Hell is to watch one die
Hell is to see one loved not happy
Hell is to pour your soul
into one eating scrap meat
rather than steak because he
believes he deserves no breaks
Hell is to cherish, Hell is to nurture
just to see one perish
who was oh, so nurtured
Hell is Hell
Hell is to see your hero under a spell
Hell is best friends felled
Hell is to dwell,
Hell is to hate
Hell is to deny Heaven’s Gates
Hell, empty plates
Hell a state
Hell to belittle, berate
Hell a Hellish place
Hell some's fate
Hell is rapists on dates
Hell is Satan and grapes
Hell makes me irate
Hell makes me want to behave
and long to be great
Hell is honesty gaping
in liars awaiting spires of flames
Hell is a game
Hell is to hustle
flex muscle on slaves
Hell is to tussle
Hell is dawn taken away
Hell is dusk on graves
Hell is musk of depraved
Hell is nicks during shaving
and overdoses in raving and
prearranged marriages turning
to explosive engagements
Hell is bad to put it in laments
Sad dad's like Les Mis
Hell is a statement,
a wicked warning
Hell is enduring
Hell is what made me
make this
Hell is scars learning
Hell is burning
Hell, hard to miss ,
easy to wish
on those who dismiss
love alluring,
Hellish thoughts from good souls
Hell is a hole
Hell is for scolded
Hell is for bold
and for those with hope eroded
Hell is what most have chosen
when you look at the lists
and that won't change
till Hell get's frozen
choose bliss
Hell is holding a case with empty pens
Hell is being seen as absurd
being held inert
Hell is worthlessness
six feet above earth,
denying birth
Hell is breathing no air
Hell is being constantly
scared to share
with those who don't care
Hell is a mouth sewn
sickness grown in bone
Hell is losing your hair
Hell is impossible tasks
and demons that stare
Hell is meaningless fare,
children screaming at fairs,
music too loud upstairs
Hell is losing dare
Hell is performing unprepared
and not knowing your where
Hell is not leaving your lair
Hell is talking to walls
and walking up stairs
Being dreg
beneath debonair
Hell is wells, applied poison
Christmas robbed of it's toys and
solar flares
searing the flesh
Hell is searing at best
Hell is the pain in your chest
Hell, cyst on a brain
Hell gives reason to rest
yet is sleep unmaintained
Hell is a pest
Hell is logic matched with insane
Hell is acting as rusty
cog in a frame
building nothing
Hell is a stoning maintained
for eternity, Hell's a test
Hell is hearing a man cry
murder me
I urge you please
I can't take this
how am I still alive
to be alone
Hell is a home
it's a heart denied
Hell
is where I reside
Hell is to watch one die
Hell is to see one loved not happy
Hell is to pour your soul
into one eating scrap meat
rather than steak because he
believes he deserves no breaks
Hell is to cherish, Hell is to nurture
just to see one perish
who was oh, so nurtured
Hell is Hell
Hell is to see your hero under a spell
Hell is best friends felled
Hell is to dwell,
Hell is to hate
Hell is to deny Heaven’s Gates
Hell, empty plates
Hell a state
Hell to belittle, berate
Hell a Hellish place
Hell some's fate
Hell is rapists on dates
Hell is Satan and grapes
Hell makes me irate
Hell makes me want to behave
and long to be great
Hell is honesty gaping
in liars awaiting spires of flames
Hell is a game
Hell is to hustle
flex muscle on slaves
Hell is to tussle
Hell is dawn taken away
Hell is dusk on graves
Hell is musk of depraved
Hell is nicks during shaving
and overdoses in raving and
prearranged marriages turning
to explosive engagements
Hell is bad to put it in laments
Sad dad's like Les Mis
Hell is a statement,
a wicked warning
Hell is enduring
Hell is what made me
make this
Hell is scars learning
Hell is burning
Hell, hard to miss ,
easy to wish
on those who dismiss
love alluring,
Hellish thoughts from good souls
Hell is a hole
Hell is for scolded
Hell is for bold
and for those with hope eroded
Hell is what most have chosen
when you look at the lists
and that won't change
till Hell get's frozen
choose bliss
Anonymous
ACHERON
On these stygian waters we sail
with Marchosias as my guide
I ask, "O, Marquess, what have I done
with my life?"
Whimpering and cries of agony
are singing as chorus around them
He says, "O, Mortal, corruption is deep
in your heart"
as i look upon machosias his black wings unfurled
and flared above my sight. though i have witnessed
this demonic configuration before it shocked
me to my very essence every time. then he smiled.
"My dear miscreant, you were but a
vile man that discarded your loved ones," says he,
and furls his wings tightly
'round him.
Everywhere I look there are shadows.
Some deeper than black, hands reaching
I asked, "My life was suffering,
should not theirs?"
at that the marquess throws his lupine head and
lets loose a series of barks that I, eventually,
realized that he was laughing at me. the ghastly earl
settled down and wrapped his serpent tale around
him.
"My friend, you could not see beyond what
you created with imagination,"
says he. Marchosias gaze leaves mine
for darkness
Somewhere in the distance there are drums
pounding with a steady cadence of doom
I spat, "Imagination? That's rich.
Then I'll leave!"
the count shakes his head, his
ram horns shines dimly in the
gloom. then he returns his gaze
back to mine. vertical red slit eyes
surrounded by black. briefly, he slides his forked
tongue o'er obsidian lips.
"Your will means as much as the flesh bag
you left behind killed yourself,"
says the marquees, drooling at the thought
of my suicide
It was then that the gloom recedes
to the warm light of a throne of fire
I whisper, "Dear boat man, is that who
I think it is?"
upon the throne sits a massive masculine form. he
is pure whitein soot covered celestial robes with a
crown of horns settled on his brow. his abysmal
eyes bores into my soul and suddenly it seems as if
he knows every little secret of my life. lucifer points
a taloned finger at me.
Marchosias dips his horned head at
me, for it is simply obvious.
We step off to the shore and he says,
"'tis judgment and it is infernal."
i begin to speak but my words soon turn into a
scream as the first of the fallen clenches his first
and i, who scorned everyone around me and
took the coward's way out with a shotgun
blast to head, burst into flames to suffer in
eternal anguish
with Marchosias as my guide
I ask, "O, Marquess, what have I done
with my life?"
Whimpering and cries of agony
are singing as chorus around them
He says, "O, Mortal, corruption is deep
in your heart"
as i look upon machosias his black wings unfurled
and flared above my sight. though i have witnessed
this demonic configuration before it shocked
me to my very essence every time. then he smiled.
"My dear miscreant, you were but a
vile man that discarded your loved ones," says he,
and furls his wings tightly
'round him.
Everywhere I look there are shadows.
Some deeper than black, hands reaching
I asked, "My life was suffering,
should not theirs?"
at that the marquess throws his lupine head and
lets loose a series of barks that I, eventually,
realized that he was laughing at me. the ghastly earl
settled down and wrapped his serpent tale around
him.
"My friend, you could not see beyond what
you created with imagination,"
says he. Marchosias gaze leaves mine
for darkness
Somewhere in the distance there are drums
pounding with a steady cadence of doom
I spat, "Imagination? That's rich.
Then I'll leave!"
the count shakes his head, his
ram horns shines dimly in the
gloom. then he returns his gaze
back to mine. vertical red slit eyes
surrounded by black. briefly, he slides his forked
tongue o'er obsidian lips.
"Your will means as much as the flesh bag
you left behind killed yourself,"
says the marquees, drooling at the thought
of my suicide
It was then that the gloom recedes
to the warm light of a throne of fire
I whisper, "Dear boat man, is that who
I think it is?"
upon the throne sits a massive masculine form. he
is pure whitein soot covered celestial robes with a
crown of horns settled on his brow. his abysmal
eyes bores into my soul and suddenly it seems as if
he knows every little secret of my life. lucifer points
a taloned finger at me.
Marchosias dips his horned head at
me, for it is simply obvious.
We step off to the shore and he says,
"'tis judgment and it is infernal."
i begin to speak but my words soon turn into a
scream as the first of the fallen clenches his first
and i, who scorned everyone around me and
took the coward's way out with a shotgun
blast to head, burst into flames to suffer in
eternal anguish
Anonymous
A House of Cinder
Hoping for a benevolent Hades
Or a steadfast Charon
The wandering soul arrives
With but a coin to swear on
There, just above the Stygius
Where once Achilles came
The gates of Infernus
Covered in eternal flame
The ghost, clad in simple garments
Looks down upon the waterbed
And where once was the gateway to torment
The river remained empty and dead
Quick, he wanders down the path
That the old river once drew
Though afraid of Cerberus's wrath
His other options were few
Stopping, his barren sockets widened
Upon this vision of hell, ancient city falling
Held together by belief, once covered in pride and
Now collapsed into ruins, glorious gardens rotting
There, the shadow fell to its knees and wept
The destruction of Tartarus, a secret well kept
All of Hell barren and abandoned, that was what seemed to be
The demons were on Earth; the Underground long emptied.
Or a steadfast Charon
The wandering soul arrives
With but a coin to swear on
There, just above the Stygius
Where once Achilles came
The gates of Infernus
Covered in eternal flame
The ghost, clad in simple garments
Looks down upon the waterbed
And where once was the gateway to torment
The river remained empty and dead
Quick, he wanders down the path
That the old river once drew
Though afraid of Cerberus's wrath
His other options were few
Stopping, his barren sockets widened
Upon this vision of hell, ancient city falling
Held together by belief, once covered in pride and
Now collapsed into ruins, glorious gardens rotting
There, the shadow fell to its knees and wept
The destruction of Tartarus, a secret well kept
All of Hell barren and abandoned, that was what seemed to be
The demons were on Earth; the Underground long emptied.
