Devil Poems
#devil
Poetry about the devil, Satan or Lucifer, the supreme spirit of evil. Religious, spiritual and dark poems about the devil, and poems using the devil as a metaphor.
AltairEndian
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 8:37am
14th Jul 2019 8:37am
When the masks fall
The theater was silent
The stage was set
A thousand eyes examining its slightest tremble
Made it seem like glowing with anticipation
In a circle all around the stage they sit
Under the starlit sky
A beautiful summer night carries them to a land of dreams
As the actors appear and the play begins
They are moving forward, coming from the south and facing towards the north
In slow motion they crawl
On their hands and their feet and the movement of them all
Seems like the wind trying to move a stone
This goes on for an...
The stage was set
A thousand eyes examining its slightest tremble
Made it seem like glowing with anticipation
In a circle all around the stage they sit
Under the starlit sky
A beautiful summer night carries them to a land of dreams
As the actors appear and the play begins
They are moving forward, coming from the south and facing towards the north
In slow motion they crawl
On their hands and their feet and the movement of them all
Seems like the wind trying to move a stone
This goes on for an...
#devil
#angels
#apocalypse
#mythology
#redemption
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_boybrains
Poem Published
4th Jul 2019 7:46pm
4th Jul 2019 7:46pm
serpents mouth.
There a
devil in my
stomach,
he travels
up through my
esophagus,
out of my
mouth crawls
a serpent,
hissing at
dirty snake
oil.
devil in my
stomach,
he travels
up through my
esophagus,
out of my
mouth crawls
a serpent,
hissing at
dirty snake
oil.
#bipolar
#devil
#confessional
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archetype23
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2019 3:20am
3rd Jul 2019 3:20am
JESUS TACOS (Have you found Waldo?)
JESUS TACOS
(Have you found Waldo?)
A young man asked me the other day if I have found Jesus.
Before that encounter, I realized that I hadn't even been looking for him.
I had once run into Jesus at the Taqueria down the street at the corner store
, I was somewhat dismayed at the fact that I had actually found Zeus,
for everyone would always say something along the lines of-----
"Hey, ZEUS! , polo taco amigo!"
Always something like that, Yet his name tag said Jesus.----------
----- So misleading,-----
I asked the gentleman...
(Have you found Waldo?)
A young man asked me the other day if I have found Jesus.
Before that encounter, I realized that I hadn't even been looking for him.
I had once run into Jesus at the Taqueria down the street at the corner store
, I was somewhat dismayed at the fact that I had actually found Zeus,
for everyone would always say something along the lines of-----
"Hey, ZEUS! , polo taco amigo!"
Always something like that, Yet his name tag said Jesus.----------
----- So misleading,-----
I asked the gentleman...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
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Chimaera76
Poem Published
30th Jun 2019 00:54am
30th Jun 2019 00:54am
Panhandlers
Soho rain seeps into my soul
8th street gleams its oil slicked grin Drifters, heads, panhandlers, poets pirouette the shining stage and I too their secret choreographer
We’re long past the days of confusing jealousy that crawls across my doorstep
If I ask you nicely would you forget that you know me
Forget that there’s another door that leads you to the underlying fact that maybe it was YOU who held all the cards…
8th street gleams its oil slicked grin Drifters, heads, panhandlers, poets pirouette the shining stage and I too their secret choreographer
We’re long past the days of confusing jealousy that crawls across my doorstep
If I ask you nicely would you forget that you know me
Forget that there’s another door that leads you to the underlying fact that maybe it was YOU who held all the cards…
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
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Sky_dancer
Poem Published
29th Jun 2019 1:57am
29th Jun 2019 1:57am
Portrait of Me
You drew me once,
My porcelain thighs,
My full, round, heavy breasts.
The plumpness of my ripe behind.
You whispered to me,
"I want to devour your flesh"
My heartbeat paused,
While I tried to fathom,
How a man can look at my body,
Feel desire and not repulsion.
So I needed to test this,
Allowed my sexuality to open,
Like petals,
Like labia.
In late summer blooms;
Early yellows begin,
on life's tree.
I am free to see,
Through the eyes of someone,
Who doesn't...
My porcelain thighs,
My full, round, heavy breasts.
The plumpness of my ripe behind.
You whispered to me,
"I want to devour your flesh"
My heartbeat paused,
While I tried to fathom,
How a man can look at my body,
Feel desire and not repulsion.
So I needed to test this,
Allowed my sexuality to open,
Like petals,
Like labia.
In late summer blooms;
Early yellows begin,
on life's tree.
I am free to see,
Through the eyes of someone,
Who doesn't...
#devil
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery #sensual
#SelfDiscovery #sensual
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 00:21am
28th Jun 2019 00:21am
The Little You can Know
Without form and void,
The world gave a lunatic gaze.
Lack of luminous light love bought,
Darkness did give her a chase.
Open to no one was her,
Water beneath and air above.
Open to someone was the stars,
Lodging in authority's abode.
'Let there be light',
I saw the darkness did flee.
Off they vanished out of sight,
Coupled with unpleasant stuffs I couldn't see.
Her mood changed,
As soon as the light emerged.
With bright and lovely range,
They both adhered to his command.
Trees and seas,...
The world gave a lunatic gaze.
Lack of luminous light love bought,
Darkness did give her a chase.
Open to no one was her,
Water beneath and air above.
Open to someone was the stars,
Lodging in authority's abode.
'Let there be light',
I saw the darkness did flee.
Off they vanished out of sight,
Coupled with unpleasant stuffs I couldn't see.
Her mood changed,
As soon as the light emerged.
With bright and lovely range,
They both adhered to his command.
Trees and seas,...
#dark
#Christian
#devil
#spiritual
#vanity
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cabcool
Poem Published
24th Jun 2019 6:21pm
24th Jun 2019 6:21pm
good & evil
♫a blended double octet♫
love
is of
the Father,
the Creator
of the universe.
we are all His children.
He requires that we give
love like that from Him, unmeasured,
to all souls, whom He has treasured.
there is but one way to live:
find the poor and feed them.
putting others first
is to honour
the Father’s
own tough
love.
ill
is of
the devil,
the wicked one
of the universe.
we are all his victims:
joy he takes and pain he gives.
like a web, his snares...
love
is of
the Father,
the Creator
of the universe.
we are all His children.
He requires that we give
love like that from Him, unmeasured,
to all souls, whom He has treasured.
there is but one way to live:
find the poor and feed them.
putting others first
is to honour
the Father’s
own tough
love.
ill
is of
the devil,
the wicked one
of the universe.
we are all his victims:
joy he takes and pain he gives.
like a web, his snares...
#kindness
#evil
#God
#devil
#morality
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Benzy_420
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 6:23pm
22nd Jun 2019 6:23pm
Opposition
We are all god and the devil the same
Inside and out, by nature and name
Nothing but pawns in our own little game
Perspective and image through lenses and frame
The art of humanity, ageless and old
Everyday new, each moment been told
Warmth of our hearts so demonstrably cold
Buy into lies by the truth we were sold
Ends of the spectrum and all in between
Nothing but DNA strands at the seam
Hate to be loved, so bitter and sweet
Taking our share as we give into greed
Nothing but art in the eye of the mind
Search...
Inside and out, by nature and name
Nothing but pawns in our own little game
Perspective and image through lenses and frame
The art of humanity, ageless and old
Everyday new, each moment been told
Warmth of our hearts so demonstrably cold
Buy into lies by the truth we were sold
Ends of the spectrum and all in between
Nothing but DNA strands at the seam
Hate to be loved, so bitter and sweet
Taking our share as we give into greed
Nothing but art in the eye of the mind
Search...
#God
#devil
#spiritual
#humankind
#philosophical
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spacemod69
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 9:35pm
21st Jun 2019 9:35pm
Devilish Sex
Does the Devil have needs of sexual pleasure
Does he lure his prey to his eternal bed
Is this to be their hellish consequence
To have devilish sex whilst they are dead
Does he take all their sexual desires during lifetime
Rip them from their souls
Make them his own
Build up a library of sexual treasures
A collection of fantasies
To try when alone
How would it be to sex with the Devil
To feel him inside you
Devilish delight
When his satanic seed has erupted inside you
Play with his cock
Have a hell of a...
Does he lure his prey to his eternal bed
Is this to be their hellish consequence
To have devilish sex whilst they are dead
Does he take all their sexual desires during lifetime
Rip them from their souls
Make them his own
Build up a library of sexual treasures
A collection of fantasies
To try when alone
How would it be to sex with the Devil
To feel him inside you
Devilish delight
When his satanic seed has erupted inside you
Play with his cock
Have a hell of a...
#sex
#devil
#pagan
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Aptsky
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 10:23pm
17th Jun 2019 10:23pm
Negative Entity
One day after Halloween
I feel like a broken down drunk person
Attracting crooked dark shadows
The kind that attracted to the weak
They're persistent that they casted their forbidden shadows onto me
All around me I see unsaved people wandering, hurried with evil intent
All their energy is negative
They all appear in darkness
I look around for the saved ones
Who carry the white light
None are near me
I worry I've fallen to a dark place
I worry that I've fallen from God's grace
Riding around I begin to see a parade
Of...
I feel like a broken down drunk person
Attracting crooked dark shadows
The kind that attracted to the weak
They're persistent that they casted their forbidden shadows onto me
All around me I see unsaved people wandering, hurried with evil intent
All their energy is negative
They all appear in darkness
I look around for the saved ones
Who carry the white light
None are near me
I worry I've fallen to a dark place
I worry that I've fallen from God's grace
Riding around I begin to see a parade
Of...
#devil
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Aptsky
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 4:31am
17th Jun 2019 4:31am
Demons, demons
DEMONS!
demons!
What are you good for?
What are you hear to learn
From me?
You demean me
Secretly
But I have ears to know
You pay someone to take away
My man.
You even try to control guardian angels
In the streets
With your racist money, evil deeds
You pay off
With racist money, evil deeds
You pay off
Call me a fool
Like I'm a stupid soul
You all racists
You demons!
One day it will go down in History
demons!
What are you good for?
What are you hear to learn
From me?
You demean me
Secretly
But I have ears to know
You pay someone to take away
My man.
You even try to control guardian angels
In the streets
With your racist money, evil deeds
You pay off
With racist money, evil deeds
You pay off
Call me a fool
Like I'm a stupid soul
You all racists
You demons!
One day it will go down in History
#devil
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HadesRising
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 2:04am
17th Jun 2019 2:04am
THE FATHER OF HORRORS
I can taste the agony
And it tastes like blood
I can taste the ecstasy
And it tastes like blood
Sacrifice everything that you are
The second coming of penance stares
Kneel before the father of horrors
And breathe new life into your nightmares
Scornful sacrilegious offerings
Paraded in the rear of the hearse
Given to the father of horrors
Take the blessing disguised as a curse
I said the dead grinded to a paste ingested and fed
To the lord abhored in graveyard leathers, adorned
With scisms of exorcism...
And it tastes like blood
I can taste the ecstasy
And it tastes like blood
Sacrifice everything that you are
The second coming of penance stares
Kneel before the father of horrors
And breathe new life into your nightmares
Scornful sacrilegious offerings
Paraded in the rear of the hearse
Given to the father of horrors
Take the blessing disguised as a curse
I said the dead grinded to a paste ingested and fed
To the lord abhored in graveyard leathers, adorned
With scisms of exorcism...
#dark
#evil
#FathersDay
#devil
#scary
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