Poems about Hell
#hell
Poems about hell, a place of torment and punishment in an afterlife. Hell is depicted in many different religions and folklore traditions, and is also widely represented in popular culture. Poems about hell are likely to be dark and deal with themes of death and anguish.
The ways of the lost
In and out of consciousness, they lay…
Spread-eagled upon a bed of scorn
Waiting for you to defy their preconceptions
Holding their breath as you ponder such naive innocence
Cat like eyes narrow in concentration
Your impenetrable focus centres on them
Poised for the kill,
call it love under will
After this night, will they survive still?
They can’t begin to understand how this will feel
Stripping clothes
Hurting them while no one knows
A hand navigates the forbidden
No mercy for you, the unforgiven
Not here...
Spread-eagled upon a bed of scorn
Waiting for you to defy their preconceptions
Holding their breath as you ponder such naive innocence
Cat like eyes narrow in concentration
Your impenetrable focus centres on them
Poised for the kill,
call it love under will
After this night, will they survive still?
They can’t begin to understand how this will feel
Stripping clothes
Hurting them while no one knows
A hand navigates the forbidden
No mercy for you, the unforgiven
Not here...
#abuse
#hell
#morality
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Drowning in Depravity
you want to be an artist
and be taken more serious
sorry, that's just not the world we live in
you want attention
all you have to do is show more skin
bust out those tits
pop that ass out
because nothing fucking matters
nothing fucking matters N E more
and if you're wondering
what I'll be up to
while the world burns
I think I'll be
drowning myself
in depravity
there's no heaven
when we live in hell
sheeps with their red hats
being lead to the slaughter
and it makes me laugh ...
and be taken more serious
sorry, that's just not the world we live in
you want attention
all you have to do is show more skin
bust out those tits
pop that ass out
because nothing fucking matters
nothing fucking matters N E more
and if you're wondering
what I'll be up to
while the world burns
I think I'll be
drowning myself
in depravity
there's no heaven
when we live in hell
sheeps with their red hats
being lead to the slaughter
and it makes me laugh ...
#frustration
#hell
#myself
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O Fiery Heart of a Poet
The fiery heart of the poet shines through ages, His furnace forged quietly and unseen in the dark, Finally his heart is inscribed with a name only heaven can read and angels know,
He is haunted by the "One" who walks in fire and lives in the shadows away from light,
He journeys through paths unknown, hidden and strange finding nourishment for his soul while enlightenment finds the mind.
He hears the voices of innocence singing in the distance, laughing like children in Eden's call, yet the shadows that follow him still fall,
for our innocence is...
He is haunted by the "One" who walks in fire and lives in the shadows away from light,
He journeys through paths unknown, hidden and strange finding nourishment for his soul while enlightenment finds the mind.
He hears the voices of innocence singing in the distance, laughing like children in Eden's call, yet the shadows that follow him still fall,
for our innocence is...
#admiration
#angels
#heaven
#hell
#inspirational
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Humanity....
Humanity: ones' "important" untill they're not; ones' not "important" untill they are.... if ones' ever acknowledged as "important"....sharing or opposing "beliefs"; one could only wonder why an extinction level event hasn't yet taken place to end all suffering once and for all; a species whom co-exists for the sake of the machine.
#apocalypse
#family
#hell
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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Sanguine Paradise
In crimson folds where Seraphim weep
And ancient thrones in silence keep
A sanguine Paradise concealed
By shadowed rites and fates revealed
A garden forged in martyr’s tears
Where saints and sinners quell their fears
Here, holy hymns in whispers sound
To trace the lost, the star-cursed ground
The lilies burn like censers bright
Veiled echoes of celestial light
Yet blood and incense thickly rise
A darker psalm to pierce the skies
No sacred dawn shall grace this place
For Eden’s fall hath left its trace
In...
And ancient thrones in silence keep
A sanguine Paradise concealed
By shadowed rites and fates revealed
A garden forged in martyr’s tears
Where saints and sinners quell their fears
Here, holy hymns in whispers sound
To trace the lost, the star-cursed ground
The lilies burn like censers bright
Veiled echoes of celestial light
Yet blood and incense thickly rise
A darker psalm to pierce the skies
No sacred dawn shall grace this place
For Eden’s fall hath left its trace
In...
#dark
#evil
#heaven
#hell
#night
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Universalism
As traditional religion likes to accuse
Many a believer will it abuse
Have them thinking
Their life is a proper stinking
Perhaps just a method of control
Convincing people they’re headed for a hole
Look at it straight, can’t you tell
The lies of an eternal hell
For if God’s love is infinite
Then how can his love be classed as finite ?
Surely his mercy will last forever
So punishing someone for an eternity can’t ever
So, as it says: God will reconcile all things to himself…. In this life through Christ or...
Many a believer will it abuse
Have them thinking
Their life is a proper stinking
Perhaps just a method of control
Convincing people they’re headed for a hole
Look at it straight, can’t you tell
The lies of an eternal hell
For if God’s love is infinite
Then how can his love be classed as finite ?
Surely his mercy will last forever
So punishing someone for an eternity can’t ever
So, as it says: God will reconcile all things to himself…. In this life through Christ or...
#God
#heaven
#hell
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Bagatelle
You see the old olive tree at the entrance of the village
take it for granted until you see the tree is dying
still, it has about it a non-communicative dignity
an acceptance of life`s unplanned cosmic shortness.
Dying slowly, a botanist is trying new soil around
to get more mileage, but in the plant is
too old, cow dung or artificial fertilizer can stop the tree
bark goes wrinkled, 300 years is enough
To be dead is to be unborn
there is no second coming
Not even for a 300-year-old tree.
The morning wakes us up...
You see the old olive tree at the entrance of the village
take it for granted until you see the tree is dying
still, it has about it a non-communicative dignity
an acceptance of life`s unplanned cosmic shortness.
Dying slowly, a botanist is trying new soil around
to get more mileage, but in the plant is
too old, cow dung or artificial fertilizer can stop the tree
bark goes wrinkled, 300 years is enough
To be dead is to be unborn
there is no second coming
Not even for a 300-year-old tree.
The morning wakes us up...
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
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Under The Eyes of A Snake Moon
Yon moon doth split in twain
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late
Two spheres of piercing white
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will
The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer
Are counted with the dead
The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim
O mark...
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late
Two spheres of piercing white
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will
The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer
Are counted with the dead
The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim
O mark...
#astronomy
#dark
#hell
#narrative
#universe
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DRAG ME TO HELL AGAIN
She comes to me like a promise steeped in poison
With muttered curses and screaming madness
In which she bewitched this lich bound for the ditch
In flames I burn, the envy of darkness
O Lamia, there's no salvation beneath the steeple
Verses of original sin
O Lamia, bequeathed insanity by the people
Drag me back to Hell again
Spittle flies from the gypsy's lips, cracked and bleeding
Taloned fingers and abysmal blackness
So pure in her in turn she damns me to churn
In the void like fodder for the badness
O Lamia,...
With muttered curses and screaming madness
In which she bewitched this lich bound for the ditch
In flames I burn, the envy of darkness
O Lamia, there's no salvation beneath the steeple
Verses of original sin
O Lamia, bequeathed insanity by the people
Drag me back to Hell again
Spittle flies from the gypsy's lips, cracked and bleeding
Taloned fingers and abysmal blackness
So pure in her in turn she damns me to churn
In the void like fodder for the badness
O Lamia,...
#curse
#dark
#hell
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Free Falling
Bowing to the father of lies
In barren fields among the dead
No matter the mask or disguise
He’s living rent free in your head
Drowning beneath the tide
Shadows speak in mystic tongues
Lost within madness you confide
Evil spirts filling up cursed lungs
Fading further from the light
All hope was abandoned for power
Wisdom blinded by lack of sight
Forbidden love slowly starts to sour
Until judgement one day comes calling
And from the kingdom forever free falling
In barren fields among the dead
No matter the mask or disguise
He’s living rent free in your head
Drowning beneath the tide
Shadows speak in mystic tongues
Lost within madness you confide
Evil spirts filling up cursed lungs
Fading further from the light
All hope was abandoned for power
Wisdom blinded by lack of sight
Forbidden love slowly starts to sour
Until judgement one day comes calling
And from the kingdom forever free falling
#hell
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Infestation (alt)
Watching through tubes
I’m pornographically yours
Come spread your legs a little
Penetrate me with all your inflated being
That I might feel you ripping me apart
Please fulfil my inner craving
Bleed me to the point of death
Ruin whatever is still recognisable
Lay me down corrupted
Engulfed by treacherous hands
Infected beyond the restrictions of this night
I’m a shattered shell
Crushed by brutal plans
Forced to gag against your evolution
Splitting all I ever was
Shattering everything
All hope...
I’m pornographically yours
Come spread your legs a little
Penetrate me with all your inflated being
That I might feel you ripping me apart
Please fulfil my inner craving
Bleed me to the point of death
Ruin whatever is still recognisable
Lay me down corrupted
Engulfed by treacherous hands
Infected beyond the restrictions of this night
I’m a shattered shell
Crushed by brutal plans
Forced to gag against your evolution
Splitting all I ever was
Shattering everything
All hope...
#death
#hell
#porn
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Brimstone Aeons and Perfidious Sulphur
ons smoulder in brimstone’s breath
the stars doth fade, unblest
Foul winds through heav’n’s vault doth sweep
where angels find no rest
The firmament, once bright with flame
now blackened, torn asunder
The reek of Hell, like cursed smoke
doth choke with dreadful thunder
No voice of saint, nor monk’s pure prayer
can cleanse the taintèd sky
The smell of sin, in aeons past
doth make the seraphs die
In shadows deep, ‘neath Heav’n’s fall
the damned do writhe and scream
The cosmos groans, like Judgment come ...
the stars doth fade, unblest
Foul winds through heav’n’s vault doth sweep
where angels find no rest
The firmament, once bright with flame
now blackened, torn asunder
The reek of Hell, like cursed smoke
doth choke with dreadful thunder
No voice of saint, nor monk’s pure prayer
can cleanse the taintèd sky
The smell of sin, in aeons past
doth make the seraphs die
In shadows deep, ‘neath Heav’n’s fall
the damned do writhe and scream
The cosmos groans, like Judgment come ...
#dark
#hell
#universe
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