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.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:29am
22nd Feb 2024 2:29am
Oh, You Devil...
So, Archangel daddy sent his little Hebrew Angel to warn the Big Bad Wolf of impending danger
I am the reversal of fortune in the books that civilization documents a curly head Hebrew infant was born on Christmas in a manger
Look at the planets when the alignment and the misguided orbit ordained by your Heavenly Father, my nemesis
The Romans with false astrological deceitful tricks, given rites to a pagan rebirth of a new beginning in Winter Solstice
I am here on my own accord, my and it was hard to find this accessible portal to...
I am the reversal of fortune in the books that civilization documents a curly head Hebrew infant was born on Christmas in a manger
Look at the planets when the alignment and the misguided orbit ordained by your Heavenly Father, my nemesis
The Romans with false astrological deceitful tricks, given rites to a pagan rebirth of a new beginning in Winter Solstice
I am here on my own accord, my and it was hard to find this accessible portal to...
#devil
#angels
221 reads
8 Comments
lorileemack101
Lori
Lori
Poem Published
19th Feb 2024 9:14pm
19th Feb 2024 9:14pm
Attention all shoppers....
Okay here we go, let us speak about the white elephants in the game of life.
Pay close attention to what I have to say to you tonight, it may relate to you.
Do you ever feel picked on, maybe teased or a sense of self worthlessness for no reason at all? Me, too!
Have you ever wondered what was making you feel this way?
Well I’m here today to tell you my theory on the subject, it’s just my opinion,
Take it anyway you want to, but remember… you choose to keep reading this, I didn’t force this on you!
If you disagree with my...
Pay close attention to what I have to say to you tonight, it may relate to you.
Do you ever feel picked on, maybe teased or a sense of self worthlessness for no reason at all? Me, too!
Have you ever wondered what was making you feel this way?
Well I’m here today to tell you my theory on the subject, it’s just my opinion,
Take it anyway you want to, but remember… you choose to keep reading this, I didn’t force this on you!
If you disagree with my...
#God
#devil
121 reads
4 Comments
Sadeast
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 1:34pm
10th Feb 2024 1:34pm
Desire
The wildest flame
has come to claim,
will conquer all
that's lost to shame.
I give no blame
in Satan's name
for all who fall
will have to pay.
has come to claim,
will conquer all
that's lost to shame.
I give no blame
in Satan's name
for all who fall
will have to pay.
#devil
#shame
#passion
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 2:42pm
7th Feb 2024 2:42pm
are we turning right?
Are we turning right?
After the war in Norway, the mood tended to be communist
something had to be done, and the Marshall was born
"on the bags was printed "a gift from the American People!"
When someone at the farm was ill, it was
normal to wait for
a few days to see if the affected got any better
If an elderly died and it was winter, it was customary to wait
a month or two before reporting the loss
the doctor came in his Volvo, a dignified man spoke to as Herr Doctor,
knew all the tricks in the book and was on...
After the war in Norway, the mood tended to be communist
something had to be done, and the Marshall was born
"on the bags was printed "a gift from the American People!"
When someone at the farm was ill, it was
normal to wait for
a few days to see if the affected got any better
If an elderly died and it was winter, it was customary to wait
a month or two before reporting the loss
the doctor came in his Volvo, a dignified man spoke to as Herr Doctor,
knew all the tricks in the book and was on...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
89 reads
0 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 5:02am
7th Feb 2024 5:02am
Tomato/Tomato
Where did my fucks go?
I care less about good
I ignore the bad
You can have your cake,
But don’t be surprised if it’s gone
Appetite is junk food and pasta
When my mouth isn’t full,
It’s muttering fantasies
Jumping off a stool
Becoming one with the road
Take your goodnight pills
Dream of crimson rain
I wake up in a boiling pot
The walls covered in my water
And a man comes down from his fiery throne,
“You’re fifty years early. Go wait in the lobby.”
I care less about good
I ignore the bad
You can have your cake,
But don’t be surprised if it’s gone
Appetite is junk food and pasta
When my mouth isn’t full,
It’s muttering fantasies
Jumping off a stool
Becoming one with the road
Take your goodnight pills
Dream of crimson rain
I wake up in a boiling pot
The walls covered in my water
And a man comes down from his fiery throne,
“You’re fifty years early. Go wait in the lobby.”
#depression
#suicide
#devil
#hell
#apathy
134 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 12:48pm
3rd Feb 2024 12:48pm
Decadence
#sex
#death
#devil
#paradelle
#funeral
75 reads
7 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 1:27pm
31st Jan 2024 1:27pm
Agog
Such sibilant hissing can be heard
when Satan hints to her of love,
it sets her hands to cupping curves
to calm as it seeks its treasure's trove...
A maiden may make some moist protests
her tongue protruding through wet lips
but sinister Satan needs to nest
has her uncovered from toes to tits.
Its organ is full of lustful tunes
seduces her, beguiles its way,
It would make Angels themselves to swoon
coz Satan easily swings both ways.
She may be dry she may pray to God
when she sees Satan's thick fifth limb, ...
when Satan hints to her of love,
it sets her hands to cupping curves
to calm as it seeks its treasure's trove...
A maiden may make some moist protests
her tongue protruding through wet lips
but sinister Satan needs to nest
has her uncovered from toes to tits.
Its organ is full of lustful tunes
seduces her, beguiles its way,
It would make Angels themselves to swoon
coz Satan easily swings both ways.
She may be dry she may pray to God
when she sees Satan's thick fifth limb, ...
#devil
#rhyming
#funny
#mythology
#dirty
138 reads
6 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 9:00pm
24th Jan 2024 9:00pm
Heresy Synthesis
Heresy synthesis.
Majesty, syndicates.
Mastery discipline.
Massively, sinfulness.
Family visages.
Parity, immigrants.
Hassling citizens.
Travesty, villages.
Pageantry syllabus.
Salary, inference.
Fashioning implements.
Vanity, intricate.
Channeling rhythmic.
Fallacy, instruments.
Sanity dissonance.
Parody, increments.
Damaging integrant.
Shadowing, dividends.
Perishing innocence.
Blackening, intellect.
Maddening hinderance.
Savagely, insolence.
Verily...
Majesty, syndicates.
Mastery discipline.
Massively, sinfulness.
Family visages.
Parity, immigrants.
Hassling citizens.
Travesty, villages.
Pageantry syllabus.
Salary, inference.
Fashioning implements.
Vanity, intricate.
Channeling rhythmic.
Fallacy, instruments.
Sanity dissonance.
Parody, increments.
Damaging integrant.
Shadowing, dividends.
Perishing innocence.
Blackening, intellect.
Maddening hinderance.
Savagely, insolence.
Verily...
#devil
#spiritual
#rhyming
#metaphor
#morality
101 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 9:42am
14th Jan 2024 9:42am
the dilemma
the dilemma
a man walking home from work through the Olivera noticed
a group of hanged men, who when alive, had argued
about the price of aceite
The devil, that had caused this, sat on a felled tree
polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe
The man, who was on Sundays a lay preacher, was upset
and said what the devil are you doing?
the devil stopped sharpening his scythe, lit a cigarette
the tobacco aroma was intense in the still night
having inhaled a few times and the glow of his cigarette
made mystic circles in the...
a man walking home from work through the Olivera noticed
a group of hanged men, who when alive, had argued
about the price of aceite
The devil, that had caused this, sat on a felled tree
polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe
The man, who was on Sundays a lay preacher, was upset
and said what the devil are you doing?
the devil stopped sharpening his scythe, lit a cigarette
the tobacco aroma was intense in the still night
having inhaled a few times and the glow of his cigarette
made mystic circles in the...
#God
#devil
#angels #ghosts
#angels #ghosts
36 reads
0 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:11pm
13th Jan 2024 6:11pm
God
God shot a heart shaped arrow
through my heart beating blood red
trickles down and
Shoots out
into spurts
And it hurts and its all
that I think about now.
Cuz God shouted loud across
the province and casted doubt in the forest
of fairies and
let me down
when I needed their stories most
but wish not
want not
I'm just glad I'm not
making things up
through my heart beating blood red
trickles down and
Shoots out
into spurts
And it hurts and its all
that I think about now.
Cuz God shouted loud across
the province and casted doubt in the forest
of fairies and
let me down
when I needed their stories most
but wish not
want not
I'm just glad I'm not
making things up
#religion
#devil
#magic
102 reads
0 Comments
ViralFreak
Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 7:49am
16th Dec 2023 7:49am
A Poet's Heart
When my time’s come I will not rest,
An angry spirit, forever quest.
Wandering the world, unseen, unfound,
Haunted echoes, a ghostly sound.
Through shadowed alleys and moonlit streets,
Seeking solace in the souls it meets.
Through desolate homes and abandoned halls,
Its presence felt, as darkness falls.
In whispered whispers, secrets unfold,
A melancholic tale, left untold.
A poet’s heart, with passion it burns,
As the world around it slowly learns.
To understand the anguish it conceals,
In...
An angry spirit, forever quest.
Wandering the world, unseen, unfound,
Haunted echoes, a ghostly sound.
Through shadowed alleys and moonlit streets,
Seeking solace in the souls it meets.
Through desolate homes and abandoned halls,
Its presence felt, as darkness falls.
In whispered whispers, secrets unfold,
A melancholic tale, left untold.
A poet’s heart, with passion it burns,
As the world around it slowly learns.
To understand the anguish it conceals,
In...
#devil
#ghosts
#witches
139 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Dec 2023 3:35pm
12th Dec 2023 3:35pm
A Satanic Inversion
Kent, 1865
In Bethlehem tonight
God's angels weep for what we do
2000 years almost from thence,
as raised above the organ's flues
a deadly inversion rises.
The new Mother, with glucose eyes
and hands of dripping blood outspread
to mock the stigmata as well
as Mary's pieta. The churchyard's dead
say nought of this, the first coming of Hell.
We wyrd sisters in sackcloth stare
at she our masterpiece,
our lady of pleasure. The Kentish winds
are howling now, the lychgate banging back
and...
In Bethlehem tonight
God's angels weep for what we do
2000 years almost from thence,
as raised above the organ's flues
a deadly inversion rises.
The new Mother, with glucose eyes
and hands of dripping blood outspread
to mock the stigmata as well
as Mary's pieta. The churchyard's dead
say nought of this, the first coming of Hell.
We wyrd sisters in sackcloth stare
at she our masterpiece,
our lady of pleasure. The Kentish winds
are howling now, the lychgate banging back
and...
#evil
#devil
#historical #witches
#historical #witches
113 reads
3 Comments
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