oskar
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 12:23pm
28th Feb 2025 12:23pm
before time was invented
Before time was invented
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see...
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see...
#apocalypse
#curse
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 9:33pm
23rd Feb 2025 9:33pm
Exegesis.
#curse
#dark
#emptiness
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13
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:22pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:22pm
Shadowborn
and out from the dead
reanimated anew
unsightly and unabated
surreal visage
inviting annihilation
bound by servitude
now embodying
nurtured hate
swallowing all pain
a final respite
from suffering
kill and grow
indestructible
eternal soul
accursed to slavery
stolen from the grave
darkest depths
distance between damnation
unable to feel
murderous intent
purveyor of death
towering trials
impossible reality
break the rift
dungeon of despair
slaughter everything ...
reanimated anew
unsightly and unabated
surreal visage
inviting annihilation
bound by servitude
now embodying
nurtured hate
swallowing all pain
a final respite
from suffering
kill and grow
indestructible
eternal soul
accursed to slavery
stolen from the grave
darkest depths
distance between damnation
unable to feel
murderous intent
purveyor of death
towering trials
impossible reality
break the rift
dungeon of despair
slaughter everything ...
#anger
#curse
#dark
#hate
#shadows
69 reads
4 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 11:00pm
17th Feb 2025 11:00pm
Crossroads Curse
Down by the crossroads, where the shadows creep,
I made a deal with the devil, now I can’t find sleep.
He whispered sweet promises, said I’d play like a king,
But the price of my soul, oh, it’s a heavy thing.
Chorus:
Crossroads curse, got me in a bind,
Dancing with demons, losing my mind.
Every note I play, echoes of despair,
In the dark of the night, I can feel him there.
Verse 2:
The moonlight’s a witness to the sins that I’ve sown,
With every strum of my guitar, I feel more alone.
He took my heart and my spirit, left...
I made a deal with the devil, now I can’t find sleep.
He whispered sweet promises, said I’d play like a king,
But the price of my soul, oh, it’s a heavy thing.
Chorus:
Crossroads curse, got me in a bind,
Dancing with demons, losing my mind.
Every note I play, echoes of despair,
In the dark of the night, I can feel him there.
Verse 2:
The moonlight’s a witness to the sins that I’ve sown,
With every strum of my guitar, I feel more alone.
He took my heart and my spirit, left...
#curse
#dark
#devil
#evil
#scary
137 reads
5 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 7:26am
17th Feb 2025 7:26am
Mirror Magic
(Verse 1)
In the chamber of shadows, where whispers of night converge,
Hangs a looking glass, an ancient stage for the devil's dirge.
Reflecting not the truth, but a realm of twisted lies,
Where the souls of the lost forever fall and collide.
Welcome to the realm of mirror magic, so dark and deep,
Where the wicked dance and the damned forever weep.
Look into the glass, you're invited to the thrall,
Where your reflection's not your own, and you're about to fall.
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What dark secrets do you...
In the chamber of shadows, where whispers of night converge,
Hangs a looking glass, an ancient stage for the devil's dirge.
Reflecting not the truth, but a realm of twisted lies,
Where the souls of the lost forever fall and collide.
Welcome to the realm of mirror magic, so dark and deep,
Where the wicked dance and the damned forever weep.
Look into the glass, you're invited to the thrall,
Where your reflection's not your own, and you're about to fall.
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What dark secrets do you...
#curse
#dark
#evil
#horror
#witches
146 reads
2 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 7:07pm
16th Feb 2025 7:07pm
The Mask of Coyote
Into the darkness.
Away from the light.
The bosom of creepy crawly things.
Rotten and impure.
One can't steal the sun.
One can't hide in noon day.
One can't run when the sun is on the horizon.
There's nowhere to abscond to, to be free from the.
Remand of life in the searing heat.
A jail of vile sweat.
I do not seek illumination Lucifer.
For in the shadows there lies me.
Mangy.
Rabid.
Starving.
Coyote the trickster stuck in desperation.
Nipping at the air.
Biting at the ghosts of dead men. ...
Away from the light.
The bosom of creepy crawly things.
Rotten and impure.
One can't steal the sun.
One can't hide in noon day.
One can't run when the sun is on the horizon.
There's nowhere to abscond to, to be free from the.
Remand of life in the searing heat.
A jail of vile sweat.
I do not seek illumination Lucifer.
For in the shadows there lies me.
Mangy.
Rabid.
Starving.
Coyote the trickster stuck in desperation.
Nipping at the air.
Biting at the ghosts of dead men. ...
#curse
#mythology
#pagan
59 reads
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 6:15pm
14th Feb 2025 6:15pm
Leonard Cohen Afterworld.
Light breaks softly.
Through the cracks.
I was told was in everything.
But I run from it.
Because it ruins the dark.
I will be an addendum.
In the book of life.
A simple caveat.
That the light couldn't reach.
My own personal.
Perpetual.
Darkness.
And you.
Illuminating my disgust.
Through the cracks.
I was told was in everything.
But I run from it.
Because it ruins the dark.
I will be an addendum.
In the book of life.
A simple caveat.
That the light couldn't reach.
My own personal.
Perpetual.
Darkness.
And you.
Illuminating my disgust.
#curse
#fate
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 00:56am
6th Feb 2025 00:56am
Necropolis-a-lago
As suspected, Bibi was in cahoots,
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
#curse
#evil
#hate
#lies
#sacrifice
102 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 10:27pm
2nd Feb 2025 10:27pm
The Paper Dragon
The Paper Dragon
Sits by my windowsill
Glancing forever skywards
Cursing the curse
That turned her to paper
As her story, lies writ
Upon her paper wings
Charcoaled memories
Etched, and ingrained
Then stained, in distain
She flies into a raging fire
To die
A dragons death
by Jemia
Sits by my windowsill
Glancing forever skywards
Cursing the curse
That turned her to paper
As her story, lies writ
Upon her paper wings
Charcoaled memories
Etched, and ingrained
Then stained, in distain
She flies into a raging fire
To die
A dragons death
by Jemia
#curse
#dragons
#philosophical #SelfWorth
#philosophical #SelfWorth
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 6:37am
2nd Feb 2025 6:37am
Blossoming Sin Putrescent
Ravaging the soul
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
#curse
#dark
#evil
#night
#religion
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Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:39am
31st Jan 2025 6:39am
Entitlement Egos
A young child cries before he can even open his eyes. Before his teens demanding his entitlement allowance. Curds of way, to foul to say. A shouting tense, prince making demands to young to understand what it is to be "The King". For like sour, spoiled milk...The crowds felted the somersault roll of a stomach that a mouth of watering will upchuck & boar on to the royal floors. For a spoiled child is a rotten apple for sure. Entitlement of adulthood leads his way...Without lifting a finger or dirtying a nail. To expecting the bail of money to hail...While the poor are knowing to...
#curse
#faith
#karma
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 4:56am
30th Jan 2025 4:56am
Toxic Crazy Baby
I have happened upon
A whirlpool of blue in your eyes.
Behold, I am spellbound—
Suspended as a porcelain doll
Hung in a windstorm.
It is doomsday in wonderland.
The awe of you has left me cuckoo
As all reason abandons me,
And I am sucked into the black hole
Where your heart should be.
Only grippy socks and origami
Can save me now.
A whirlpool of blue in your eyes.
Behold, I am spellbound—
Suspended as a porcelain doll
Hung in a windstorm.
It is doomsday in wonderland.
The awe of you has left me cuckoo
As all reason abandons me,
And I am sucked into the black hole
Where your heart should be.
Only grippy socks and origami
Can save me now.
#betrayal
#curse
#deception
#lies
#love
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