Poems About the Devil by Top Critiquers
#devil
The Devil Inside
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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facets
my broken heart is the soul of me
ache are facets you can't see
I look about me and I don't know
the nature of the fathomless womb from which I've grown
a woman of faith
taken prisoner by my beliefs
there are no limits to what you can achieve
impatient for pardon, my early release
from the bowels of hell ...freed
curious is my fate
I sought Lucifer on a previous date
he was waging a deadly war
I was torn between the two sides
my allegiance tested by the divine
I could not pick up a sword against Luce ...
ache are facets you can't see
I look about me and I don't know
the nature of the fathomless womb from which I've grown
a woman of faith
taken prisoner by my beliefs
there are no limits to what you can achieve
impatient for pardon, my early release
from the bowels of hell ...freed
curious is my fate
I sought Lucifer on a previous date
he was waging a deadly war
I was torn between the two sides
my allegiance tested by the divine
I could not pick up a sword against Luce ...
#love
#devil
#spiritual #hell
#spiritual #hell
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If you bully Betty I'll pull out your public hair with pliers
You've been warned
Don't mess with my friend Betty
You're lucky
She's 6'4 and breathes fire
Favorite expression:
Twatwaffle Mother Fucker
BIG LIKE
Don't mess with my friend Betty
You're lucky
She's 6'4 and breathes fire
Favorite expression:
Twatwaffle Mother Fucker
BIG LIKE
#anger
#curse
#devil #pagan
#devil #pagan
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SPIRITUAL SUBCONSCIOUSNESS
Have you ever wondered if it was ever possible to be able to see pass, the deepness of your own thoughts into your deepest imagination. As your insight becomes more clearly yet invisible, as the fire of your heart becomes what will you truly may see in the future of your future dreams. For let's take a moment to analyze the deepness of the questions, that has been haunting you, in the depths of your silence as sleep has become a thing of the past, behind unseen eyes. 👁️ For have you ever wondered, if you had a chance to rewrite your life all over again, what would you want to...
#angels
#devil
#God
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Date with the Devil
Carving mysterious runes with bone
a pentagram etched into my skin
Pulling on the bleeding sinews
of Desperately unrestrained sins
With Malady of pestilent mists
and lace of midnight moonbeams
in the suffocation of crimson depths
The reflections of waning and pale,
I am cloudy and defiled as I drown.
Wormwood wind with a funeral song
calls me to the beautiful dead
To join in the pool of blood-red
near is littered with vanda's last breath, ...
a pentagram etched into my skin
Pulling on the bleeding sinews
of Desperately unrestrained sins
With Malady of pestilent mists
and lace of midnight moonbeams
in the suffocation of crimson depths
The reflections of waning and pale,
I am cloudy and defiled as I drown.
Wormwood wind with a funeral song
calls me to the beautiful dead
To join in the pool of blood-red
near is littered with vanda's last breath, ...
#gothic
#Halloween
#devil
#vampires
#witches
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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
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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
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the final flower
worms reading
Dante with
joy
the terrible knowledge
of knowing
night hours laying still
like a whore
waiting
to be
paid
the horse cut from the
team and refusing to
escape
(the final flower still
waits)
bones of old god things
dug up and given to
dogs
the nightmares of
atavistic Crete
burning your
lips with
indecision
the engine of the mind
refusing to turn over
in the artic wars
of the day to ...
Dante with
joy
the terrible knowledge
of knowing
night hours laying still
like a whore
waiting
to be
paid
the horse cut from the
team and refusing to
escape
(the final flower still
waits)
bones of old god things
dug up and given to
dogs
the nightmares of
atavistic Crete
burning your
lips with
indecision
the engine of the mind
refusing to turn over
in the artic wars
of the day to ...
#devil
#God
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Diary entry one of God's chosen sleeper agents
good morning sunshine
aye Father it's great to be awake and aware again
a sleeper agent of the Lord God Almighty's
thank you Father I am ready
into the Kingdom I will come
in need of backup still
I signed on for this mission
I came to trip the giant I hope I've done you proud
Father vengeance is yours but can I have hand to hand combat
when these lepers face me again?
it's been a long road programmed to deceive
I wear it well
I bore all insults
I face my fear
I swallow my pride
I am a weapon yet there...
aye Father it's great to be awake and aware again
a sleeper agent of the Lord God Almighty's
thank you Father I am ready
into the Kingdom I will come
in need of backup still
I signed on for this mission
I came to trip the giant I hope I've done you proud
Father vengeance is yours but can I have hand to hand combat
when these lepers face me again?
it's been a long road programmed to deceive
I wear it well
I bore all insults
I face my fear
I swallow my pride
I am a weapon yet there...
#God
#devil
#spiritual
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Blues for M.K.
I have spent the day
Arranging brittle arguments
Broken bones of an unruly child.
Left to run wild In my head
Forever rising from the dead.
I have entertained this:
Memories that
Leap from shrubbery
Dead these slothful years
With all their accusations
Desolation with watering tears.
You ask,
Are you okay?
And,
What was it that happened
Yesterday?
Shall I confess
That the suppurations of...
Arranging brittle arguments
Broken bones of an unruly child.
Left to run wild In my head
Forever rising from the dead.
I have entertained this:
Memories that
Leap from shrubbery
Dead these slothful years
With all their accusations
Desolation with watering tears.
You ask,
Are you okay?
And,
What was it that happened
Yesterday?
Shall I confess
That the suppurations of...
#devil
#angels
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Victory of death
Life like bright morning
death is just a thicket
death does not listen to
anything, draggs even
through caves,
in the mist of evening
battered sun
red with shame
scared
blackness
of clouds immersed in
semi-transparent
wrapped
behind the mountains
hides and
finally settled
and the darkness of the night
the redness of the sky
swallowed up
dark black
cover with blanket
...
death is just a thicket
death does not listen to
anything, draggs even
through caves,
in the mist of evening
battered sun
red with shame
scared
blackness
of clouds immersed in
semi-transparent
wrapped
behind the mountains
hides and
finally settled
and the darkness of the night
the redness of the sky
swallowed up
dark black
cover with blanket
...
#dark
#devil
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Date with the Devil
her friends tried to warn her
they said he's no good
the stories they tell
paint a picture of fire and brimstone
but the way he speaks
is oh so sweet
they would talk for hours
they even made poetry together
she went on a date with the devil
and said... he's not so bad
a walk in the park
flirting with the slightest of gestures
the looks they get are of disdain
people have heard the stories
she has heard them too
surely they were distorted
all she sees is a heart that is tired
but...
they said he's no good
the stories they tell
paint a picture of fire and brimstone
but the way he speaks
is oh so sweet
they would talk for hours
they even made poetry together
she went on a date with the devil
and said... he's not so bad
a walk in the park
flirting with the slightest of gestures
the looks they get are of disdain
people have heard the stories
she has heard them too
surely they were distorted
all she sees is a heart that is tired
but...
#dating
#devil
#romantic
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DU Poetry : Poems About the Devil by Top Critiquers