Long Poems About Evil
#evil
Long poems about evil. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
The Jesus Clock
a ghost story
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
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2 Comments
A Loathsome Lullaby
In a village veiled by shadows deep
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
#dark
#death
#evil
#witches
#curse
275 reads
2 Comments
Bow Your Head
Where do you look for that little extra.
When you look in the usual places and there is no extra
There is no more love, no more hate
You don't want to talk because you can't relate
Everything is gray and sounds like blah, blah, blah
You plunge to your depths and you don't know how
Seems you heard something that should had got a reaction
But the temperature just plunged causing a distraction
In my world there is now to many of me
Past, present, and future of who I be
What do you think would happen if we eliminate a few
Even if...
When you look in the usual places and there is no extra
There is no more love, no more hate
You don't want to talk because you can't relate
Everything is gray and sounds like blah, blah, blah
You plunge to your depths and you don't know how
Seems you heard something that should had got a reaction
But the temperature just plunged causing a distraction
In my world there is now to many of me
Past, present, and future of who I be
What do you think would happen if we eliminate a few
Even if...
#dark
#death
#evil #horror
#evil #horror
189 reads
4 Comments
A Pale Roux
#dark
#death
#evil #horror
#evil #horror
118 reads
0 Comments
Unwelcome Guest
#dark
#death
#evil
#tragedy
#suffering
187 reads
2 Comments
A Nightmare of Tiffauges Castle: Part Two
#dreams
#evil
#memories
#tragedy
#horror
80 reads
2 Comments
A Nightmare of Tiffauges Castle: Part One
#dreams
#evil
#memories
#tragedy
#horror
86 reads
2 Comments
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The other night, I lay beside the dead. And the undeniable truth—that I have died. The heart that beats within this cage is no illusion. But what “life” courses from within it is vision only. A dream. I grow weary of this dream and the dreamers that obstruct my hope of wakening. To find myself awake in a home I no longer fully believe was ever mine. The smiling man said that it will not last forever. I know that is a lie. They will keep me here. Forever a...
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The other night, I lay beside the dead. And the undeniable truth—that I have died. The heart that beats within this cage is no illusion. But what “life” courses from within it is vision only. A dream. I grow weary of this dream and the dreamers that obstruct my hope of wakening. To find myself awake in a home I no longer fully believe was ever mine. The smiling man said that it will not last forever. I know that is a lie. They will keep me here. Forever a...
#evil
#scary
#WritingPoetry #horror
#WritingPoetry #horror
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Who Am I? Friend, or Foe?
Since time immortal, I have stood,
No one name will do me good,
Known by many to all, and all to many,
Names are but glib pleonasms, spoken blindly,
Depends on your view, if I'm dark or friendly.
Who's the fairest of them all?
I can't see, my vision clouds in deep, blood red, all,
Watching those around the world drop like flies,
Day in, and day out, since the beginning of time,
Cryptic, I speak in stark and subtle rhyme,
Extrapolating from between every line I read,
Making more sense of each and every deed,
Done without forethought, ...
No one name will do me good,
Known by many to all, and all to many,
Names are but glib pleonasms, spoken blindly,
Depends on your view, if I'm dark or friendly.
Who's the fairest of them all?
I can't see, my vision clouds in deep, blood red, all,
Watching those around the world drop like flies,
Day in, and day out, since the beginning of time,
Cryptic, I speak in stark and subtle rhyme,
Extrapolating from between every line I read,
Making more sense of each and every deed,
Done without forethought, ...
#death
#evil
#greed
#apathy
#horror
129 reads
0 Comments
A Weeknight Excursion
I shut down my computer and turn off the TV only because I am the last one awake in my house. The light is still on over the center of the kitchen but the rest of the house is engulfed in darkness. The lights flicker once only to signify the transference of energy from my mind into reality. My imagination begins to gear up for true use as my senses begin to dull and forget how to operate. I know what is coming next because it happens every night and every day. It's all a part of my daily life but it still keeps me from sleeping. My heart begins to race because it knows no other method or...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#death
#evil
154 reads
0 Comments
The Sword of Mordred: Part IX
#dark
#war
#death
#evil
#memories
133 reads
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Blood Drops
What would it take Lucifer to get you to stop these ritual sacrifices with society’s drops of blood
You cannot keep the seer blind when the portals are open, and mind ordained by spiritual love
The Book of Enoch showed the beautiful principality of the world
Scriptures omitted for the mind, body, and soul to lose its reflection as the fire simmers as mankind unfurl
In the House of Cards, summer, winter solstice bloodletting ceremonies taking the rites of human lives
By the numbers configured sacrifice
To one who knows this comes as no...
You cannot keep the seer blind when the portals are open, and mind ordained by spiritual love
The Book of Enoch showed the beautiful principality of the world
Scriptures omitted for the mind, body, and soul to lose its reflection as the fire simmers as mankind unfurl
In the House of Cards, summer, winter solstice bloodletting ceremonies taking the rites of human lives
By the numbers configured sacrifice
To one who knows this comes as no...
#lies
#spiritual
#manipulation
#deception
#evil
672 reads
9 Comments
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