Poems About Evil Seeking Honest Critique
#evil
Poems about evil seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Necropolis-a-lago
As suspected, Bibi was in cahoots,
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
#curse
#evil
#hate
#lies
#sacrifice
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Star
I walk this street now without fear, But the first time I returned, I wanted to tear down the sign, The one that said Royce Drive. When I thought I had moved on, Whispers reached my ear, Destiny points and says "You and her, You haven’t faced the darkness yet.”
Little me rushes to my side, Grabbing my hand, Squeezing it tight. Together, we open each door, Each one hiding a story Too grim for words.
The first words ring in my ear— "Get the bitch out of my face. "The first words my mother ever spoke to me. Some things, I could have lived without knowing. ...
Little me rushes to my side, Grabbing my hand, Squeezing it tight. Together, we open each door, Each one hiding a story Too grim for words.
The first words ring in my ear— "Get the bitch out of my face. "The first words my mother ever spoke to me. Some things, I could have lived without knowing. ...
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#sadness
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Miss Birdseed
The public house had long been haunted by some strange presence that upset slop trays and let beer dribble out from the taps when no one was looking, but it was not really about this that the publican's wife had come to consult the occult detective, Joshua Samuels.
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
#evil
#ghosts
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
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Blossoming Sin Putrescent
Ravaging the soul
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
#curse
#dark
#evil
#night
#religion
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The Joker's Rulebook
"Joker's Rulebook"
I'm the Joker who laughs hysterically
Footsteps of a murderer incessantly
I make you all the jokes of the day
Yes that's right fall down as my prey
My voice echoes your ears until deft
A slicing tongue leaves your mind cleft
Glistening bullets charge from my gun
My wikked ways are webs I have spun
Roars into a hypnotic trance of silence
I have a dream,it's filled with violence
No living soul safe from deadly wrath
No stones unturned it's simple math
Make up on my face...
I'm the Joker who laughs hysterically
Footsteps of a murderer incessantly
I make you all the jokes of the day
Yes that's right fall down as my prey
My voice echoes your ears until deft
A slicing tongue leaves your mind cleft
Glistening bullets charge from my gun
My wikked ways are webs I have spun
Roars into a hypnotic trance of silence
I have a dream,it's filled with violence
No living soul safe from deadly wrath
No stones unturned it's simple math
Make up on my face...
#dark
#evil
#funny #horror
#funny #horror
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Obscene Vision
Live is spelled wrong, we all know that, right?
It just doesn't sound right
It just doesn't look right
Can't hear any screams
Can't smell fear or decaying bodies
Can't see any pain or frustration
What's happening?
I don't know
All I know is, it's just not right
Do you know what the right path should be?
It just doesn't sound right
It just doesn't look right
Can't hear any screams
Can't smell fear or decaying bodies
Can't see any pain or frustration
What's happening?
I don't know
All I know is, it's just not right
Do you know what the right path should be?
#dark
#evil
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
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Obtuse
Please lord
Spare me of righteousness
Allow me NOT to save souls
Let me bathe in sin
I seek honesty
I worship trust
Yet I am a heathen
To be clear
Spare me of righteousness
Allow me NOT to save souls
Let me bathe in sin
I seek honesty
I worship trust
Yet I am a heathen
To be clear
#dark
#evil
#morality #pagan
#morality #pagan
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Never Forget
Buchenwald, Dachau, Auschwitz,
Dead eyes in discarded human piles,
Striped pyjamas, delousing, Mein Kampf,
Hard to believe anyone was oblivious.
The crematorium, smell of singed hair, bone and fat,
Barbed wire pen, under the gaze of the gun tower.
Blow of the rifle butt, as the
Camp Band played on…
Suicide by electrified barbed wire,
Or exit through the chimney.
Barrow loads of the naked dead,
Identities reduced to inked numbers.
Never Forget,
Never Forget,
Never Forget,
Never Forget.
Dead eyes in discarded human piles,
Striped pyjamas, delousing, Mein Kampf,
Hard to believe anyone was oblivious.
The crematorium, smell of singed hair, bone and fat,
Barbed wire pen, under the gaze of the gun tower.
Blow of the rifle butt, as the
Camp Band played on…
Suicide by electrified barbed wire,
Or exit through the chimney.
Barrow loads of the naked dead,
Identities reduced to inked numbers.
Never Forget,
Never Forget,
Never Forget,
Never Forget.
#evil
#historical
#shame
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The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
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An orange and white wig stand
Ignorance wandered
lost in the vast unknown.
Faith stood firm
as a beacon in the night.
They met by chance,
two souls adrift.
In the space between
no doubt and disbelief.
Ignorance questioned,
seeking answers,
Faith offered solace,
a gentle embrace.
Together they danced,
in the twilight
of misunderstanding.
Finding beauty
in their conveniences.
In their union,
an acrimony emerged.
A void that transcended
their indifferences.
lost in the vast unknown.
Faith stood firm
as a beacon in the night.
They met by chance,
two souls adrift.
In the space between
no doubt and disbelief.
Ignorance questioned,
seeking answers,
Faith offered solace,
a gentle embrace.
Together they danced,
in the twilight
of misunderstanding.
Finding beauty
in their conveniences.
In their union,
an acrimony emerged.
A void that transcended
their indifferences.
#evil
#hell
#horror
#LifeStruggles
#nightmares
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I AM WHO I AM!
I could be a 65 year old dude...
...or an 19 year old college student...
It's the Internet...be careful!
That lovely girl who needs help
paying her phone bill or rent -
she sends you a "not her" nude!
Get out your cash app!
You just got scammed!
Poor little you!
The Nigerian prince is
going to split his inheritance
some time next month, right?
So, you'll be ok! Whew! Just
text your mother's maiden name
and your childhood phone number!
If not...that lottery winner is just ...
...or an 19 year old college student...
It's the Internet...be careful!
That lovely girl who needs help
paying her phone bill or rent -
she sends you a "not her" nude!
Get out your cash app!
You just got scammed!
Poor little you!
The Nigerian prince is
going to split his inheritance
some time next month, right?
So, you'll be ok! Whew! Just
text your mother's maiden name
and your childhood phone number!
If not...that lottery winner is just ...
#deception
#evil
#horror
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3 Comments
The Mask
Who was the catalyst that catapulted me
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#love
#WritingPoetry
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