Evil Poems
#evil
Evil poetry to get inside your head. Foul and filthy words, from a vile, dark and evil place. Here you'll find poems about all the evils in the world.
Taurek
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:55am
Yesterday 1:55am
Talent.
Vaxxed villains in upper
management
mass delusion
underground rebellion
billion-dollar corporations
complicit governments
not getting laid
drug addiction
technology brain
disagreements with the
nuclear family
den of filth
regrets on your deathbed
needing another type of
employment
pussy in front of you, and
you, not knowing what
to do with it
I can make you read for
as long as I want to
management
mass delusion
underground rebellion
billion-dollar corporations
complicit governments
not getting laid
drug addiction
technology brain
disagreements with the
nuclear family
den of filth
regrets on your deathbed
needing another type of
employment
pussy in front of you, and
you, not knowing what
to do with it
I can make you read for
as long as I want to
#sex
#corruption
#evil
#drugs
#rebellion
15 reads
1 Comment
Brandon
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Poem Published
21st Sep 2021 2:15pm
21st Sep 2021 2:15pm
Breaking Out
Relax and clench the iron, deepened with rust.
A familiar shade.
Open up and release the inner demon.
Unshackle and be set upon the world.
Affiliate your surroundings, crispen the earth.
Char the planet with syllables of dread.
Remember the end.
Let out the sirens in your head.
A flaunting spirit, readied and willing.
Dependent, a system of miserable dwelling.
Oraphases to fill
Life to drain and spill.
Coming of age, taking all for nothing and everything with great will.
Overcasting reality.
Making...
A familiar shade.
Open up and release the inner demon.
Unshackle and be set upon the world.
Affiliate your surroundings, crispen the earth.
Char the planet with syllables of dread.
Remember the end.
Let out the sirens in your head.
A flaunting spirit, readied and willing.
Dependent, a system of miserable dwelling.
Oraphases to fill
Life to drain and spill.
Coming of age, taking all for nothing and everything with great will.
Overcasting reality.
Making...
#anger
#dark
#evil
#shadows
#fear
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Lord_Raven
Poem Published
19th Sep 2021 8:18am
19th Sep 2021 8:18am
Too far
... You know why I am so full of 💩?
Cause I have faith that G. o. d
Took a long... Well deserved and reliefing dump on my face that he had been holding in for a while cause he was so busy with creation and he just couldn't wait any longer and did it right on my face.... Before putting my skin on.... Yeah I know... Holy 💩 right 👀
Cause I have faith that G. o. d
Took a long... Well deserved and reliefing dump on my face that he had been holding in for a while cause he was so busy with creation and he just couldn't wait any longer and did it right on my face.... Before putting my skin on.... Yeah I know... Holy 💩 right 👀
#dark
#evil
14 reads
2 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 4:36pm
16th Sep 2021 4:36pm
Horror night
#dark
#evil
#scary
46 reads
6 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 9:30pm
15th Sep 2021 9:30pm
The Serpent, scent of sins
I see your poisoned appearance,
As a snake crawls over me,
His envy and anger move in me,
As well as Satan's heart ...
Your body, sliding, twines,
Looks greedily into my eyes,
Lustfully admits poison,
A crystal tear turns to stone ...
You are soulless, darkened,
My skin became even with it ...
Life is on fire, sparkling, blazed,
Only a human shadow remains ...
And now, you are an evil tempter,
Looking for a sacrifice, a scent of sins ...
I am desired flesh, you the seducer.
An insidious relationship,...
As a snake crawls over me,
His envy and anger move in me,
As well as Satan's heart ...
Your body, sliding, twines,
Looks greedily into my eyes,
Lustfully admits poison,
A crystal tear turns to stone ...
You are soulless, darkened,
My skin became even with it ...
Life is on fire, sparkling, blazed,
Only a human shadow remains ...
And now, you are an evil tempter,
Looking for a sacrifice, a scent of sins ...
I am desired flesh, you the seducer.
An insidious relationship,...
#abuse
#evil
#hell #temptation
#hell #temptation
81 reads
24 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 2:56pm
14th Sep 2021 2:56pm
Kill the Producers
trigger warning: implied self-harm and child abuse
Andy started to wake up. He felt his wrists crushed behind his back and tried to release them, only succeeding in intensifying the pain. As the studio lights drew beads of sweat from his bald head so that it looked like an egg left in the sun, he came to the dim realisation that his hands were tied in place.
He tried to open his eyes, but the light was too oppressive for that to happen quickly. Instead, he opened them in stages, finally seeing a blurry image of Julia to his left, in much the same situation as him, her...
Andy started to wake up. He felt his wrists crushed behind his back and tried to release them, only succeeding in intensifying the pain. As the studio lights drew beads of sweat from his bald head so that it looked like an egg left in the sun, he came to the dim realisation that his hands were tied in place.
He tried to open his eyes, but the light was too oppressive for that to happen quickly. Instead, he opened them in stages, finally seeing a blurry image of Julia to his left, in much the same situation as him, her...
#abuse
#evil
#scary #revenge
#scary #revenge
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TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
12th Sep 2021 4:44am
12th Sep 2021 4:44am
My Fullest Attention
I adore the feeling of loathing your existence entirely, I'm in love with the idea of the torture of you.
Imagining you suffering, and relentlessly struggling through life makes me grateful I got to know you so intimately and familiarize myself with you.
"I don't like you." simply doesn't cover nor describe in its fullest how much I loathe you.
Hate no longer works in this context.
I long for your self destruction, your expiration date will bring me such sexual gratification.
I'm a gluttony for your overdue punishment.
It...
Imagining you suffering, and relentlessly struggling through life makes me grateful I got to know you so intimately and familiarize myself with you.
"I don't like you." simply doesn't cover nor describe in its fullest how much I loathe you.
Hate no longer works in this context.
I long for your self destruction, your expiration date will bring me such sexual gratification.
I'm a gluttony for your overdue punishment.
It...
#anger
#hate
#lust
#erotic
#evil
48 reads
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 1:56pm
11th Sep 2021 1:56pm
Springsteen THE RISING 9/11 - said it best in music
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#evil
#tragedy
41 reads
9 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 1:43am
9th Sep 2021 1:43am
Mister Dewer
adapted liberally from English myth
Across the Moor each night
he rides, his pack of hounds -
with glittered teeth
and slavering mounds
of jaw, ugly muscle pumping -
in cold obedience.
Like a coated toff meaning
to satisfy an uncouth need,
he whips his mare and bleeds
a brittle instrument of sound.
A pitted shinbone from
a satchel sewn
with stolen infant flesh.
The moon, by clouds of witness held
like a spoiled toff’s lady
wrapped in taffeta, looks on with haughty
eye. The priests will call...
Across the Moor each night
he rides, his pack of hounds -
with glittered teeth
and slavering mounds
of jaw, ugly muscle pumping -
in cold obedience.
Like a coated toff meaning
to satisfy an uncouth need,
he whips his mare and bleeds
a brittle instrument of sound.
A pitted shinbone from
a satchel sewn
with stolen infant flesh.
The moon, by clouds of witness held
like a spoiled toff’s lady
wrapped in taffeta, looks on with haughty
eye. The priests will call...
#evil
#scary
#mythology #tradition
#mythology #tradition
29 reads
2 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 11:45pm
6th Sep 2021 11:45pm
(...)
(…)
They are without number,
That by the sea now lie
Forever ensnared in slumber
That by their own hands did die.
Dark fields ‘neath the lone, ill stars
I dared alone to tread
And in the valley of all scars
I found, self-slain, the dead.
On that strange and moonlit isle,
I traversed the poison lee,
Hoping and fearing all the while
That the dead would welcome me.
Their Plutonian whispers by night.
If ever I asked God for a sign,
I would see beyond the celestial light ...
They are without number,
That by the sea now lie
Forever ensnared in slumber
That by their own hands did die.
Dark fields ‘neath the lone, ill stars
I dared alone to tread
And in the valley of all scars
I found, self-slain, the dead.
On that strange and moonlit isle,
I traversed the poison lee,
Hoping and fearing all the while
That the dead would welcome me.
Their Plutonian whispers by night.
If ever I asked God for a sign,
I would see beyond the celestial light ...
#death
#suicide
#evil #scary
#evil #scary
59 reads
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Laluma
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 6:00pm
5th Sep 2021 6:00pm
Living In A World of Vicious Manimals
A combination of a man-like creature and an animal
Without any modicum of conscience and compassion
Massacring households putting down people to slaughter
Dutifully nonchalantly carrying out this extermination
Executing masses in a war with no enemy except the one seen by the provocateur
Truth baked, branded & bonded into sullied lies
Life loses its state of taste
As these bloodied waters flow with the seraphic souls afloat
In the created distance disappear concealed to remain undiscovered
Man receding inwardly
A stranger to himself ...
Without any modicum of conscience and compassion
Massacring households putting down people to slaughter
Dutifully nonchalantly carrying out this extermination
Executing masses in a war with no enemy except the one seen by the provocateur
Truth baked, branded & bonded into sullied lies
Life loses its state of taste
As these bloodied waters flow with the seraphic souls afloat
In the created distance disappear concealed to remain undiscovered
Man receding inwardly
A stranger to himself ...
#murder
#violence
#death
#evil
#suffering
33 reads
4 Comments
Hellarchy
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 2:04pm
5th Sep 2021 2:04pm
It Watches
In my peripheral something shifts
It's always there, watching
Gaze on my back never lifts
In every shadow stalking
Were I to quickly turn to see
Would there be nothing there?
Try to ignore it anxiously
Feeling prickling, raising hairs
Is this real or in my head?
This presence filling me with dread
Would it be worse to be insane?
Or to an apparition chained
No answer comes
To fear I numb
I...
It's always there, watching
Gaze on my back never lifts
In every shadow stalking
Were I to quickly turn to see
Would there be nothing there?
Try to ignore it anxiously
Feeling prickling, raising hairs
Is this real or in my head?
This presence filling me with dread
Would it be worse to be insane?
Or to an apparition chained
No answer comes
To fear I numb
I...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ghosts
#fear
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