Long Poems About the Devil
#devil
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Dec 2021 4:56am
20th Dec 2021 4:56am
The Lost Feline Who Made A Deal With The Devil
Devil would you give me the grace to kill the illumination of the light
I do not think I can do that kitty, God owns the moon, the stars, the Sun, morning and the night
Devil can you make me intelligent in the throes of Christianity or the sacred spiritual chants of Buddhology to mean something of importance, of great
Hum… I can’t, only God has the power in his hands to anticipate the calm seas, the roaring storms, which I have no power to even give you words to articulate, or warm blood to circulate
Devil I am...
I do not think I can do that kitty, God owns the moon, the stars, the Sun, morning and the night
Devil can you make me intelligent in the throes of Christianity or the sacred spiritual chants of Buddhology to mean something of importance, of great
Hum… I can’t, only God has the power in his hands to anticipate the calm seas, the roaring storms, which I have no power to even give you words to articulate, or warm blood to circulate
Devil I am...
#God
#devil
#spiritual
#morality
#Buddhist
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15 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 5:50am
7th Nov 2021 5:50am
The 11th Hour
It's harassing to me when I think about the what
The what it was I ought not sought surpassing what I got
The who's when's where's and why KnoT's
Are trespassing on my thoughts lackadaisically responding to this morbid ambiance left me selflessly defenseless yet relentlessly I fought
but double crossed I pay the cost captured by the mind I'm lost and
caught up in this plot
This SOS'ing can be so distressing Inwardly I keep pressing awkwardly as I outwardly lose my direction
Nutritiously deliciously restricting like a boa constricting
To a foe from a...
The what it was I ought not sought surpassing what I got
The who's when's where's and why KnoT's
Are trespassing on my thoughts lackadaisically responding to this morbid ambiance left me selflessly defenseless yet relentlessly I fought
but double crossed I pay the cost captured by the mind I'm lost and
caught up in this plot
This SOS'ing can be so distressing Inwardly I keep pressing awkwardly as I outwardly lose my direction
Nutritiously deliciously restricting like a boa constricting
To a foe from a...
#depression
#dark
#death
#devil
#addiction
493 reads
2 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 5:11am
1st Oct 2021 5:11am
MR. MASOCHIST
#SelfHarm
#Halloween
#devil #curse
#devil #curse
412 reads
2 Comments
JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
7th Jul 2021 11:00pm
7th Jul 2021 11:00pm
Room 1236
#love
#dreams
#devil
#LifeChangingMoment
#hell
124 reads
0 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th May 2021 8:24am
13th May 2021 8:24am
Aphrodite Rising
Agent 007 (I of III)
The lambent flame flickers over the dark candles. Dragon’s blood essential oils permeate the room, as incense smoke faded into the walls and the ceilings, in a make shift cave, one of three cave like dwellings, established to contain the spells.
I was sitting on a faux leather chair, at a desk, both purchased at the local thrift store. I held a transfixed gaze into sacred space, seeing or feeling a savage fierceness behind my own eyes.
On the desk was a makeshift altar, composed of a small, independent wooden shelf that I found on a...
The lambent flame flickers over the dark candles. Dragon’s blood essential oils permeate the room, as incense smoke faded into the walls and the ceilings, in a make shift cave, one of three cave like dwellings, established to contain the spells.
I was sitting on a faux leather chair, at a desk, both purchased at the local thrift store. I held a transfixed gaze into sacred space, seeing or feeling a savage fierceness behind my own eyes.
On the desk was a makeshift altar, composed of a small, independent wooden shelf that I found on a...
#God
#devil
#angels #aliens
#angels #aliens
548 reads
7 Comments
BenjiT
Poem Published
11th May 2021 00:48am
11th May 2021 00:48am
Rinse & Repeat
I came into this world
The first of four
But don't tell mum that
Her head will fall
Don't stress my mum out
She's got bulk going on
With me Tez & Bub now
I had best move along
My choice to go but
U knew where id gone
Into the darkness
You'd torn yourself from
I love you forever
Even after the damage you done
I love him forever
Even after the damage he done
But know that I'm gone
Ive been fucked now for
What seems like a life time
Plus all those nights torn
Never...
The first of four
But don't tell mum that
Her head will fall
Don't stress my mum out
She's got bulk going on
With me Tez & Bub now
I had best move along
My choice to go but
U knew where id gone
Into the darkness
You'd torn yourself from
I love you forever
Even after the damage you done
I love him forever
Even after the damage he done
But know that I'm gone
Ive been fucked now for
What seems like a life time
Plus all those nights torn
Never...
#anger
#anxiety
#devil
#angels
#bittersweet
231 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Mar 2021 7:16am
8th Mar 2021 7:16am
Walking the Road
- Walking the Road -
I was walking in that long-lost garden, when the ancestors of mankind rebelled…
And I was walking by Golgotha when a man they thought was a savior was felled.
I was walking in the wilderness, in the deserts where prophets sought for purity,
And I will be walking at Megiddo, when the apocalyptic flames blaze so horribly.
My feet have tread on the dust of those ancient empires that once I saw rise up,
From out of the nothingness of past ages, as from my emerald chalice I did sup.
One day the road will come to one last glorious end,...
I was walking in that long-lost garden, when the ancestors of mankind rebelled…
And I was walking by Golgotha when a man they thought was a savior was felled.
I was walking in the wilderness, in the deserts where prophets sought for purity,
And I will be walking at Megiddo, when the apocalyptic flames blaze so horribly.
My feet have tread on the dust of those ancient empires that once I saw rise up,
From out of the nothingness of past ages, as from my emerald chalice I did sup.
One day the road will come to one last glorious end,...
#love
#devil
#spiritual
#confessional
#myself
291 reads
4 Comments
Just_Me_
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 6:02am
1st Mar 2021 6:02am
Head vs. THE Words
This is for the believers in GOD
These words I shared with my pastor, my mouth remains unfiltered
At the end your feelings may be butt hurt
My mom stated again, number 1 sin is GOD'S name slandered
She even moved aside for lighting bolts and his wrath to be raptured
These are only perspectives, I will not martyred
This is not for GOD'S weak sheep
Why do you blindly love?
I have so many questions, about the heavens above
How do you have so much faith and devotion as the white dove?
You never have doubts, it could be a fraud
...
These words I shared with my pastor, my mouth remains unfiltered
At the end your feelings may be butt hurt
My mom stated again, number 1 sin is GOD'S name slandered
She even moved aside for lighting bolts and his wrath to be raptured
These are only perspectives, I will not martyred
This is not for GOD'S weak sheep
Why do you blindly love?
I have so many questions, about the heavens above
How do you have so much faith and devotion as the white dove?
You never have doubts, it could be a fraud
...
#religion
#God
#devil
#faith
#deception
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
6th Feb 2021 2:15am
6th Feb 2021 2:15am
Do Angels Really Have Wings ??!! Of Course NOT !!
Angels don't have wings !!
Only in visions do they have them.
In Isaiah's vision the angels had wings(Isaiah 6.1-7).
In paintings saints have halos above their heads.
But halos are not really there !!
They are added by the artist for OUR sakes - so we can see who is who.
Ditto with wings.
Angels in paintings have them so that WE can tell that they are angels !!
At the tomb of Christ, there were two angels dressed in shining white.
They told Peter and John, and Mary Magdalene that Jesus had risen...
Only in visions do they have them.
In Isaiah's vision the angels had wings(Isaiah 6.1-7).
In paintings saints have halos above their heads.
But halos are not really there !!
They are added by the artist for OUR sakes - so we can see who is who.
Ditto with wings.
Angels in paintings have them so that WE can tell that they are angels !!
At the tomb of Christ, there were two angels dressed in shining white.
They told Peter and John, and Mary Magdalene that Jesus had risen...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 8:32pm
9th Jan 2021 8:32pm
"I Won. I Won! Really. I Won. Now, Kill the Non-Believers!
Looky here Looky there
it's
a January blizzardo right
here
in florid Floridio! Who'da
cou'lda
I m a g i n e d ?
and the wynde is a'whippin',
and the slippers is a slippin'
and the shovels be scrapin'
all over this rigid concretism.
And.....some old fucker's gonna
get that pneumonia bug,
and fuckin' die.
Hmmm....."where have all the Covids
gone? such a long time passin'."
The Covidians is waitin'...
it's
a January blizzardo right
here
in florid Floridio! Who'da
cou'lda
I m a g i n e d ?
and the wynde is a'whippin',
and the slippers is a slippin'
and the shovels be scrapin'
all over this rigid concretism.
And.....some old fucker's gonna
get that pneumonia bug,
and fuckin' die.
Hmmm....."where have all the Covids
gone? such a long time passin'."
The Covidians is waitin'...
#anger
#violence
#evil
#devil
#scary
345 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2020 8:02pm
2nd Dec 2020 8:02pm
SPOOX Rising, SPOOX Spooking The Pious
l a rg e,
d a r k creatures of
indeterminant o r i g i n ,
graze about yOur separated space.
You s ee m to sense
Them as a threat
to the legion of apparitions you are husbanding in hopes
of converting yOur terror
into monetary gain.
(way to go ! ),
But on-the-(proverbial)-other hand,
Such cultivation would usually be...
d a r k creatures of
indeterminant o r i g i n ,
graze about yOur separated space.
You s ee m to sense
Them as a threat
to the legion of apparitions you are husbanding in hopes
of converting yOur terror
into monetary gain.
(way to go ! ),
But on-the-(proverbial)-other hand,
Such cultivation would usually be...
#devil
#angels
#scary
#tragedy
#fear
365 reads
5 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
28th Nov 2020 1:41am
28th Nov 2020 1:41am
Hell on a Stick Pt. 4: Fine Dining
So anyhow, I'm hungry. I walked miles earlier, probably. I keep my wallet on me and go out into the hall, though I'm not sure what currency they use in hell. Money for the town though, food is free at the motel restaurant. I don't know why Minerva calls it a motel, the place is clearly a full scale hotel. Maybe she liked 'm' over 'h'.
The hallways is exactly like it was earlier, though for the first time I see other room doors lining the hall. The numbers on each door are randomized, seemingly. The ones near me away from the stairs read 9876 and 1888. I peer down the hall and see no end...
The hallways is exactly like it was earlier, though for the first time I see other room doors lining the hall. The numbers on each door are randomized, seemingly. The ones near me away from the stairs read 9876 and 1888. I peer down the hall and see no end...
#devil
#food
#hell #travel
#hell #travel
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About the Devil
