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.
लिख-लिख कर मिटाता रहा वो नसीब जान-जान कर
कोरे कागज़ की कहानी यूँ खुदा हो गयी !
कोरे कागज़ की कहानी यूँ खुदा हो गयी !
#aliens
#angels
#devil
#ghosts
#God
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Brother Devil
Delicious Demons
Fry, Bake, Skewer, Spicy Hot
Angels taste awful
Fry, Bake, Skewer, Spicy Hot
Angels taste awful
#angels
#devil
#food #senryu
#food #senryu
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The devil’s hourglass/Tastes like Adagio
The devil never sipped on molasses…” Like a humbled pumice, the apparitions with “mottled plumage” hung over the ocean like paradise. A riddle of nectar stained the designer of vile breeding words with the collector of quips as the hourglass clung to the nether.
#devil
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Resplendence of Sin Immaculate
In shadows veiled, a throne of night
Where angels weep and shun the sight
A crown of thorns in darkness born
Adorned in sins, the flesh is torn
Unholy light from eyes so keen
A blaze where virtue’s never seen
With iron wings and venom’s kiss
The serpent’s song in whispered hiss
A choir of void where silence reigns
In catacombs of crimson stains
A chalice raised to blood’s delight
To feast upon the sacred blight
The banners torn, the altar cracked
The sun eclipsed, the sky turned black
A choir sings of hollowed...
Where angels weep and shun the sight
A crown of thorns in darkness born
Adorned in sins, the flesh is torn
Unholy light from eyes so keen
A blaze where virtue’s never seen
With iron wings and venom’s kiss
The serpent’s song in whispered hiss
A choir of void where silence reigns
In catacombs of crimson stains
A chalice raised to blood’s delight
To feast upon the sacred blight
The banners torn, the altar cracked
The sun eclipsed, the sky turned black
A choir sings of hollowed...
#dark
#death
#devil
#rhyming
#shadows
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JC enjoys gardening
Ever since my accident
I had Jesus Christ (JC) become my Gardner
he's a slaphappy messiah
all he wants in life is kool-aid, scratch-offs and cigarettes
oh and he enjoys calling up Lucifer (Satan) to meet him at the bowling alley
the priests throughout the neighborhood dislike him
probably because he don't follow all the rules and guidelines,
that are scripted in that fictional book called the Bible
none of the nuns don't like his message (nuns have no fun)
those wrinkled up penguins
flock to my home to get a glimpse of him
their turned on...
I had Jesus Christ (JC) become my Gardner
he's a slaphappy messiah
all he wants in life is kool-aid, scratch-offs and cigarettes
oh and he enjoys calling up Lucifer (Satan) to meet him at the bowling alley
the priests throughout the neighborhood dislike him
probably because he don't follow all the rules and guidelines,
that are scripted in that fictional book called the Bible
none of the nuns don't like his message (nuns have no fun)
those wrinkled up penguins
flock to my home to get a glimpse of him
their turned on...
#devil
#fiction
#God
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Autumn Stones and Bloody Pools
The autumn stones lie cold and strewn
'Neath bloodied pools that blush at moon
Where crimson leaves like whispers fall
And shadows dance 'gainst ancient wall
In pools that catch the twilight’s glow
The blood of rites long lost doth flow
A nameless hymn to gods of yore
To demons' dark, to spirits’ lore
By jagged rocks and sylvan’s end
Where tempests break and branches bend
There lurks the spawn of Namtar's breath
Who weaves his curses strong as death
The night is...
'Neath bloodied pools that blush at moon
Where crimson leaves like whispers fall
And shadows dance 'gainst ancient wall
In pools that catch the twilight’s glow
The blood of rites long lost doth flow
A nameless hymn to gods of yore
To demons' dark, to spirits’ lore
By jagged rocks and sylvan’s end
Where tempests break and branches bend
There lurks the spawn of Namtar's breath
Who weaves his curses strong as death
The night is...
#curse
#devil
#mythology #rhyming
#mythology #rhyming
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Whispers
He whispers
You are priceless
Another whispers
You are worthless
He whispers
You are perfect
Another whispers
Change this and change that
He whispers
I give you what you need to get through today
Another whispers
Give it up, you'll never make it
He whispers
I understand
Another whispers
No one will understand
He whispers
You are not alone
Another whispers
You are alone
He whispers
I love you
Another whispers
He does not exist
He whispers
He is the...
You are priceless
Another whispers
You are worthless
He whispers
You are perfect
Another whispers
Change this and change that
He whispers
I give you what you need to get through today
Another whispers
Give it up, you'll never make it
He whispers
I understand
Another whispers
No one will understand
He whispers
You are not alone
Another whispers
You are alone
He whispers
I love you
Another whispers
He does not exist
He whispers
He is the...
#devil
#God
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Nightmare (5-7-5)
Demonic
devils
Dark,
dense,
dank,
dangerous
Disturbing,
dead,
dreams
by Jemia
devils
Dark,
dense,
dank,
dangerous
Disturbing,
dead,
dreams
by Jemia
#devil
#dreams
#nightmares
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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...
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...
#despair
#devil
#fate #hell
#fate #hell
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Satan is hiding inside your crotch
Just so you know
Satan is hiding where I usually go
Last night when I was going down on you
You're pussy was wiggling & jiggling, did you have any clue?
I was scared stiff
I decided to peek in
His eyes were glowing with sin
That rattled me up
Satan was the little man in the canoe
You enjoy his company
Do you want me or him, when it's time to screw?
He turns you on
His pointy, curvy tail sticks you from behind
His horny head grins, as though he committed a crime
You giggle and tell me
Please...
Satan is hiding where I usually go
Last night when I was going down on you
You're pussy was wiggling & jiggling, did you have any clue?
I was scared stiff
I decided to peek in
His eyes were glowing with sin
That rattled me up
Satan was the little man in the canoe
You enjoy his company
Do you want me or him, when it's time to screw?
He turns you on
His pointy, curvy tail sticks you from behind
His horny head grins, as though he committed a crime
You giggle and tell me
Please...
#devil
#girlfriend
#rhyming
#satirical
#sex
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Death Dons a Mask
For men shall be lovers of their own selves…..for of this sort, are they which creep into houses, and lead captive, silly women laden with sins, led away with diverse lusts…” 2 Timothy 3, 2-6
And what better way,
thought Death,
than to wear one as skin…
I shall call this one, “Jezebel”
and I have stripped her of bones
and what remains,
shall be stored in my pall
until……
I don her as my coat.
I will go to and fro
masquerading
luring
deceiving
until…..
this flesh rots away
like all the...
And what better way,
thought Death,
than to wear one as skin…
I shall call this one, “Jezebel”
and I have stripped her of bones
and what remains,
shall be stored in my pall
until……
I don her as my coat.
I will go to and fro
masquerading
luring
deceiving
until…..
this flesh rots away
like all the...
#deception
#devil
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Knife's Edge
Walking a desolate street
Amber rues of the setting sun
Leaves blow across feet
Breezy tears gently run
Watering where desolation ends
Broken promises and a lost pledge
Rusty blade that tears and rends
A tour towards the abyss's ledge
See what brought us this day
And shed its crimson blood
Bones cracked and skin flayed
Additions amongst the dead
Here the demons win
Dancing in shadows by the bed
A song of murder and sin
...
Amber rues of the setting sun
Leaves blow across feet
Breezy tears gently run
Watering where desolation ends
Broken promises and a lost pledge
Rusty blade that tears and rends
A tour towards the abyss's ledge
See what brought us this day
And shed its crimson blood
Bones cracked and skin flayed
Additions amongst the dead
Here the demons win
Dancing in shadows by the bed
A song of murder and sin
...
#dark
#devil
#evil #horror
#evil #horror
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