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.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 8:39pm
15th Jan 2025 8:39pm
rapturous
rapturous greed, greet me in the solemn scorn, I am in need
keening rebellion I will not be silent
with a vow on my lips I darken the day
proclaiming my need
chanting sacred thoughts, to the airs listening
the heartless moon, could not see the beauty in me
altered dawn turn red
cynical of mind I see the murder in your eyes
nonplussed I make no move
instead I invite you
curses spoken, fall through the night
landing in you skull
screaming, you try to drown the restless spirits, you have attracted
watching on...
keening rebellion I will not be silent
with a vow on my lips I darken the day
proclaiming my need
chanting sacred thoughts, to the airs listening
the heartless moon, could not see the beauty in me
altered dawn turn red
cynical of mind I see the murder in your eyes
nonplussed I make no move
instead I invite you
curses spoken, fall through the night
landing in you skull
screaming, you try to drown the restless spirits, you have attracted
watching on...
#dark
#hell
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NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 00:18am
15th Jan 2025 00:18am
Judas
If regret is hell, then
what would mine be?
A shadowed pit where
I let my dreams die,
A barren land of awful things said,
Silent screams and words
left unread.
A footnote once buried in
sacred text,
Twisted, corrupted, made
to perplex.
How did it turn to chains,
to control,
To shape our thoughts and steal
our soul?
The knowledge they hid, the truth
they erased,
A secret to set us free,
they sealed it in haste.
What power lies hidden, what lies
have they spun? ...
what would mine be?
A shadowed pit where
I let my dreams die,
A barren land of awful things said,
Silent screams and words
left unread.
A footnote once buried in
sacred text,
Twisted, corrupted, made
to perplex.
How did it turn to chains,
to control,
To shape our thoughts and steal
our soul?
The knowledge they hid, the truth
they erased,
A secret to set us free,
they sealed it in haste.
What power lies hidden, what lies
have they spun? ...
#dark
#death
#hell
#LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife
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PAR
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 5:57pm
12th Jan 2025 5:57pm
Across the Land
For even on the highway to hell,
no redemption is found.
The detour leads deeper
where shadows confound.
No solace, no escape,
just eternal descent
Into the abyss
where suffering is sent.
no redemption is found.
The detour leads deeper
where shadows confound.
No solace, no escape,
just eternal descent
Into the abyss
where suffering is sent.
#angels
#dark
#despair
#heaven
#hell
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 8:15am
7th Jan 2025 8:15am
Torn For Eternity
Take your place within the fire
Let the flames consume and churn
They feed upon your mortal desire
Reducing souls to ash for an urn
The image of life begins to fade
Flickering shadows of the past
Skin peels as fire’s blade is laid
A tormenting burn to forever last
Opulence born of human pride
Meets its end at the threshold’s flare
Under burning wrath, no sins can hide
Cleansing flames lay the spirit bare
Lost to heat in a foreign sphere
Where the damned and broken are wed
The air reeks thick of sulphurous...
Let the flames consume and churn
They feed upon your mortal desire
Reducing souls to ash for an urn
The image of life begins to fade
Flickering shadows of the past
Skin peels as fire’s blade is laid
A tormenting burn to forever last
Opulence born of human pride
Meets its end at the threshold’s flare
Under burning wrath, no sins can hide
Cleansing flames lay the spirit bare
Lost to heat in a foreign sphere
Where the damned and broken are wed
The air reeks thick of sulphurous...
#death
#fire
#hell
#memories
#nightmares
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 9:00pm
25th Dec 2024 9:00pm
Hellbound Date (Character Personality Collaboration)
Mr. Killa Stank-Stank
“Axe planted three inches in a brain
Now my victim is insane in the membrane,
“Thinking altered as blood flows an unwanted path
Realize motherfucka this is not love, but hate that’s gone mad,
“Every time the bullet fragments in my chest shimmy shake
A hand full of pills I pop for pain before it’s too late,
“Pushed down with a can of Red Bull
Yeah motherfucka. I feel gooooooooood!!!,
“Amen to this killa shit-goddamn
As I do the stanky-leg and listen to the sermon of the...
“Axe planted three inches in a brain
Now my victim is insane in the membrane,
“Thinking altered as blood flows an unwanted path
Realize motherfucka this is not love, but hate that’s gone mad,
“Every time the bullet fragments in my chest shimmy shake
A hand full of pills I pop for pain before it’s too late,
“Pushed down with a can of Red Bull
Yeah motherfucka. I feel gooooooooood!!!,
“Amen to this killa shit-goddamn
As I do the stanky-leg and listen to the sermon of the...
#dark
#hell
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 6:25pm
24th Dec 2024 6:25pm
Once Notorious
A daemon from the conquered host
That Lucifer once led
A shadow now, a stonkered ghost
Now fills not one with dread
The fiend was once notorious
And like his ilk, sore vain
He craves to be victorious
So Lucifer will reign
Desirous of his master’s laud
Eternally denied
By twisted love all hope defraud
Destroyed by selfish pride
That Lucifer once led
A shadow now, a stonkered ghost
Now fills not one with dread
The fiend was once notorious
And like his ilk, sore vain
He craves to be victorious
So Lucifer will reign
Desirous of his master’s laud
Eternally denied
By twisted love all hope defraud
Destroyed by selfish pride
#hell
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Rew
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 9:20am
22nd Dec 2024 9:20am
A Demon's Moon
Those forever days of the past
it lay quiet in tranquil sleep,
save for visitor's noiseless blasts
of meteor's falls from the deep,
raising silent dust's slow, slow, leaps
in dance, gift of ghost's ballet shoes
Ad agio A cappella,
hypnotized my eyes, seek the moon...
I see Hekate through my glass
of spirits, as I start to dream,
a virgin god, did she think, alas?
I hear her hounds, Hades guards supreme,
I fear beast dogs awake, griping...
it lay quiet in tranquil sleep,
save for visitor's noiseless blasts
of meteor's falls from the deep,
raising silent dust's slow, slow, leaps
in dance, gift of ghost's ballet shoes
Ad agio A cappella,
hypnotized my eyes, seek the moon...
I see Hekate through my glass
of spirits, as I start to dream,
a virgin god, did she think, alas?
I hear her hounds, Hades guards supreme,
I fear beast dogs awake, griping...
#hell
#moon
#mythology
#nightmares
#scary
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 8:55am
15th Dec 2024 8:55am
Welcome to Hell ...
Welcome, dear soul, to the fiery embrace,
Where pleasure and sin find their rightful place.
Forget what you’ve heard, the lies they’ve spread
Hell’s not torment; it’s where life’s truly led.
Lust and desire aren’t vices to shame,
They’re art forms perfected in passion’s flame.
A dance of bodies, a feast of the flesh,
In Hell, these pleasures are always fresh.
Heaven may promise a cloud and a harp,
But its paradise is tepid, stale, and sharp.
No touch, no taste, no thrill of the chase
Just hymns on repeat in a sterile space. ...
Where pleasure and sin find their rightful place.
Forget what you’ve heard, the lies they’ve spread
Hell’s not torment; it’s where life’s truly led.
Lust and desire aren’t vices to shame,
They’re art forms perfected in passion’s flame.
A dance of bodies, a feast of the flesh,
In Hell, these pleasures are always fresh.
Heaven may promise a cloud and a harp,
But its paradise is tepid, stale, and sharp.
No touch, no taste, no thrill of the chase
Just hymns on repeat in a sterile space. ...
#devil
#funny
#heaven
#hell
#religion
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:40am
9th Dec 2024 1:40am
Oh, You Devil
So, Archangel Gabriel 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, and it was hard to find this accessible...
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, and it was hard to find this accessible...
#heaven
#hell
#angels
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
Destiny Blinded by the Fog of Psychosis
I will find the way.
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
#dark
#FeelingLost
#hell
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 10:52am
29th Nov 2024 10:52am
There is so much more
I see a light shining ever so brightly.
Shall I take time, address it in cleverness politely?
I bow before something far beyond the fleshly.
He tells me not to bow and only gently he reminds me.
I am your passage not your keeper, not your friend.
Sent by Him who is to take you where you haven't been.
My head spun in fright as he stood up to his full hight; his body shone like the sunshine.
Please do not fear me sir, I've only come to guide you.
Where we will go is hell unknown to mortals who appear here.
Downwards I continued until hell I...
Shall I take time, address it in cleverness politely?
I bow before something far beyond the fleshly.
He tells me not to bow and only gently he reminds me.
I am your passage not your keeper, not your friend.
Sent by Him who is to take you where you haven't been.
My head spun in fright as he stood up to his full hight; his body shone like the sunshine.
Please do not fear me sir, I've only come to guide you.
Where we will go is hell unknown to mortals who appear here.
Downwards I continued until hell I...
#hell
#nightmares
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 12:53pm
26th Nov 2024 12:53pm
Made Only of Flesh
All that is my life is made of flesh that yearns for satisfaction. My actions are a testament to the pursuit of carnal indulgence. I've danced with temptation, embraced the sweet, searing touch of lust, and reveled in the ecstasy of the flesh.
A recent brush with death brings the question of what lies beyond this existence. Teachings of old speak of sowing and reaping, of flesh and spirit, of temporal pleasure and eternal reward. They warn of eternal punishment in the fires of hell.
But what if their predictions of eternity are wrong?
What if the body of my...
A recent brush with death brings the question of what lies beyond this existence. Teachings of old speak of sowing and reaping, of flesh and spirit, of temporal pleasure and eternal reward. They warn of eternal punishment in the fires of hell.
But what if their predictions of eternity are wrong?
What if the body of my...
#hell
#lust
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