ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 8:06pm
12th Nov 2024 8:06pm
Cast Down
In shadowed glen where moonlight dies
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet
A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death
Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen
The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt ...
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet
A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death
Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen
The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt ...
#curse
#dark
#evil
#forest
#magic
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oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:28am
8th Nov 2024 4:28am
Ea$y Money (Not so Easy)
Ea$y Money (Not so easy)
Cutting in line
Won’t wait my turn
It’s my money and
I want to collect
But the game ain’t over
There’s still time
For it to fall to pieces
Does it almost every time
Life of a Rider
Comin up short in the end
They say insanity is
When you rinse and repeat
Tryin to make an easy buck
Instead of just being
Losing an easy buck instead
Of pocketing
Life of a Rider
Isn’t an easy path
Want to get rid of this
Insanity not so easy
...
Cutting in line
Won’t wait my turn
It’s my money and
I want to collect
But the game ain’t over
There’s still time
For it to fall to pieces
Does it almost every time
Life of a Rider
Comin up short in the end
They say insanity is
When you rinse and repeat
Tryin to make an easy buck
Instead of just being
Losing an easy buck instead
Of pocketing
Life of a Rider
Isn’t an easy path
Want to get rid of this
Insanity not so easy
...
#addiction
#curse
#fate #luck
#fate #luck
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Pete_25
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 9:32am
6th Nov 2024 9:32am
Prince Of Darkness
I smoke in ways in purple haze
You are on my blacklist
Phase by phase, I'll set ablaze
Firing up this red mist
I'll watch you cry through haunted eyes
The dark has turned you into
Ashes die, you've broken ties
I really fuckin' hate you
You are on my blacklist
Phase by phase, I'll set ablaze
Firing up this red mist
I'll watch you cry through haunted eyes
The dark has turned you into
Ashes die, you've broken ties
I really fuckin' hate you
#curse
#nightmares
73 reads
10 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 12:03pm
30th Oct 2024 12:03pm
The Spoken Spell
In whispered words, a cry takes flight,
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”
Voices woven, reality they weave,
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.
Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.
Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.
Agrifuk,...
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”
Voices woven, reality they weave,
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.
Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.
Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.
Agrifuk,...
#curse
#Halloween
#magic
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HadesRising
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 3:32am
25th Oct 2024 3:32am
DRAG ME TO HELL AGAIN
She comes to me like a promise steeped in poison
With muttered curses and screaming madness
In which she bewitched this lich bound for the ditch
In flames I burn, the envy of darkness
O Lamia, there's no salvation beneath the steeple
Verses of original sin
O Lamia, bequeathed insanity by the people
Drag me back to Hell again
Spittle flies from the gypsy's lips, cracked and bleeding
Taloned fingers and abysmal blackness
So pure in her in turn she damns me to churn
In the void like fodder for the badness
O Lamia,...
With muttered curses and screaming madness
In which she bewitched this lich bound for the ditch
In flames I burn, the envy of darkness
O Lamia, there's no salvation beneath the steeple
Verses of original sin
O Lamia, bequeathed insanity by the people
Drag me back to Hell again
Spittle flies from the gypsy's lips, cracked and bleeding
Taloned fingers and abysmal blackness
So pure in her in turn she damns me to churn
In the void like fodder for the badness
O Lamia,...
#curse
#dark
#hell
100 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 2:03pm
18th Oct 2024 2:03pm
Lamb
Contain
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#mystery
#witches
58 reads
4 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 11:07pm
17th Oct 2024 11:07pm
Carstr8ed
The good ol'days, it seemed so long ago,
With sci-fi flicks ‘bout robots and the underworld shows.
"Demolition Man," "Fifth Element," "Blade Runner," too,
Even "iRobot"... just to name a few!
It’s ‘ere now, sharp as a knife,
A world not like the one we knew in life.
Mechanoids, cyborgs, and robots on the rise,
The rich man buys ‘em, no surprise.
There is no need for workers clockin’ 9 to 5,
These bots work round the clocks, always alive.
While people beg for jobs and starve,
The wealthy laugh,...
With sci-fi flicks ‘bout robots and the underworld shows.
"Demolition Man," "Fifth Element," "Blade Runner," too,
Even "iRobot"... just to name a few!
It’s ‘ere now, sharp as a knife,
A world not like the one we knew in life.
Mechanoids, cyborgs, and robots on the rise,
The rich man buys ‘em, no surprise.
There is no need for workers clockin’ 9 to 5,
These bots work round the clocks, always alive.
While people beg for jobs and starve,
The wealthy laugh,...
#apocalypse
#curse
#fate
#mythology
#scifi
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 6:46am
7th Oct 2024 6:46am
A Hammer To Break The Stars
Foul spores upon the winde are cast
From void they come, a shadow vast
Shapes flee swift 'neath skies that break
Pale light doth rise, the dark to wake
Strange sounds from pools where stillness lies
Marks unseen upon men’s eyes
The hidden signs, burnt in their wake
In silent corners shadows quake
The winde, it bears a breath unknown
Of ancient doom, in whispers sown
'Tis not the stars, nor sky, nor sea
But something else, unseen, set free
What stirs beyond the tornèd veil
Doth sow the seed, yet leaves no trail ...
From void they come, a shadow vast
Shapes flee swift 'neath skies that break
Pale light doth rise, the dark to wake
Strange sounds from pools where stillness lies
Marks unseen upon men’s eyes
The hidden signs, burnt in their wake
In silent corners shadows quake
The winde, it bears a breath unknown
Of ancient doom, in whispers sown
'Tis not the stars, nor sky, nor sea
But something else, unseen, set free
What stirs beyond the tornèd veil
Doth sow the seed, yet leaves no trail ...
#astronomy
#curse
#rhyming
66 reads
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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 7:25am
5th Oct 2024 7:25am
Queen Marie Laveau
Marie Laveau I hear your name.
They praise you in the streets and have no shame.
You hexed the good and gave love to the wicked.
You even healed the sick and conjured one way tickets.
Spells and chants still that last.
And voodoo dolls that shaped men's past.
There's no other like you, even the devil took notes.
The honor would have been mine just to hear the words that you spoke.
They praise you in the streets and have no shame.
You hexed the good and gave love to the wicked.
You even healed the sick and conjured one way tickets.
Spells and chants still that last.
And voodoo dolls that shaped men's past.
There's no other like you, even the devil took notes.
The honor would have been mine just to hear the words that you spoke.
#culture
#curse
#Halloween #tradition
#Halloween #tradition
87 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 7:34pm
4th Oct 2024 7:34pm
Despoiler
Of its own sweet caress, the dusk doth fall
A shadowed hand that creeps across the lea
The air is thick with whispers, faint but call
And twilight bends in strange, malign decree
Prey for a threefold mandible doth roam
With careless step beneath the fading light
The shadowed despoiler claims his home
Where rustic eve gives way to endless night
Flesh gnawed off for less than hunger’s cry
For what is taken now, none shall reclaim
The stars above, unblinking, cold, and high
Bear witness to the spoils of lust and flame
...
A shadowed hand that creeps across the lea
The air is thick with whispers, faint but call
And twilight bends in strange, malign decree
Prey for a threefold mandible doth roam
With careless step beneath the fading light
The shadowed despoiler claims his home
Where rustic eve gives way to endless night
Flesh gnawed off for less than hunger’s cry
For what is taken now, none shall reclaim
The stars above, unblinking, cold, and high
Bear witness to the spoils of lust and flame
...
#curse
#night
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slipalong
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 7:40pm
2nd Oct 2024 7:40pm
Revenge for Salem and Pendle
Revenge for Salem and Pendle
Our sisters we still heed their plight
Your cries for help, in bleating trill
The witchfinder comes in the dead of night
Your burning corpse and the blood so spilt
So we will seek to raise the dead
Bring their white bones flailing, up
With chanted spell, our covens pledge
And haunt the lives of those corrupt
Dance beneath the brightest moon
Brew satins grail, shake the devil's tail
With incantations as we croon
As the caldron boils, the dark clouds sail
The...
Our sisters we still heed their plight
Your cries for help, in bleating trill
The witchfinder comes in the dead of night
Your burning corpse and the blood so spilt
So we will seek to raise the dead
Bring their white bones flailing, up
With chanted spell, our covens pledge
And haunt the lives of those corrupt
Dance beneath the brightest moon
Brew satins grail, shake the devil's tail
With incantations as we croon
As the caldron boils, the dark clouds sail
The...
#curse
#witches
91 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 8:36pm
29th Sep 2024 8:36pm
RIP
Practically everyday I walk through my local cemetery
Peaceful, tranquil, relaxing and time stands still
I have respect when entering
I always remember not to point at a grave, it will make your finger rot
Also, do not count the cars in a funeral procession,
for the amount of cars you count, will be the day that you perish sometime during that year
As I heard these superstitions from my elders, I never dared to explore these wise tales
One day as I awoke from my restful sleep, I began shivering uncontrollably
I just could not shake this feeling ...
Peaceful, tranquil, relaxing and time stands still
I have respect when entering
I always remember not to point at a grave, it will make your finger rot
Also, do not count the cars in a funeral procession,
for the amount of cars you count, will be the day that you perish sometime during that year
As I heard these superstitions from my elders, I never dared to explore these wise tales
One day as I awoke from my restful sleep, I began shivering uncontrollably
I just could not shake this feeling ...
#curse
#death
#family
#graveyard
#philosophical
78 reads
6 Comments
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