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.
Brandon
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Poem Published
Yesterday 1:23am
Yesterday 1:23am
Fault To Be Embraced
Your atonement
Hadn't come to past
For the crows nip
Tear away
Pull apart
The meat from bone
That once was you.
You were slowly turning
Every shade of blue.
I know why
The world sat upon you
Crushing you
Killing you
All your sin
Needing redemption
Repentance
Now you are just food
For the crows.
Living life in shadow
A never turn about
A wrong that could be right
Left out of light
Taken with you
Into the midnights hour
The caressing shadow ...
Hadn't come to past
For the crows nip
Tear away
Pull apart
The meat from bone
That once was you.
You were slowly turning
Every shade of blue.
I know why
The world sat upon you
Crushing you
Killing you
All your sin
Needing redemption
Repentance
Now you are just food
For the crows.
Living life in shadow
A never turn about
A wrong that could be right
Left out of light
Taken with you
Into the midnights hour
The caressing shadow ...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#shadows
#spiritual
#hell
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 4:43pm
20th Oct 2021 4:43pm
(...)
(…)
There is a Heaven, a God to undo.
I will bury their ruins around you.
You will say I am mad when you see me
Feast on the rats they call angels on bended knee.
Something is waiting for lovers like we
Beyond this paradise of light and debris.
The fallen towers and the souls of woe,
On the wind weeping, flutter to and fro—
Their wings unto tearstains buried,
On the air where they are carried
Upon the sights in the lightless eyes
Of the dead awaiting their destinies.
You knew I must die as well,
When upon...
There is a Heaven, a God to undo.
I will bury their ruins around you.
You will say I am mad when you see me
Feast on the rats they call angels on bended knee.
Something is waiting for lovers like we
Beyond this paradise of light and debris.
The fallen towers and the souls of woe,
On the wind weeping, flutter to and fro—
Their wings unto tearstains buried,
On the air where they are carried
Upon the sights in the lightless eyes
Of the dead awaiting their destinies.
You knew I must die as well,
When upon...
#dark
#death
#heaven
#hell
#WritingPoetry
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Brandon
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Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 11:12am
20th Oct 2021 11:12am
Waiting On The End Game
I just wish to fall asleep
Drift off into a subtle dream
The need and want
Seeming ever so obvious
As I lay there thinking I should pray
Wanting all the bad spirits
To stay away.
I open up to my surroundings
Just seeing all that's clear
For others it's just a falsehood.
For others my nightmares aren't real
I drift off into dreaded sleep
Wondering if I'll wake again
Another year goes by
And here I still am.
Knowing not so indestructible
Wondering how I could break
Seeming to every day
But...
Drift off into a subtle dream
The need and want
Seeming ever so obvious
As I lay there thinking I should pray
Wanting all the bad spirits
To stay away.
I open up to my surroundings
Just seeing all that's clear
For others it's just a falsehood.
For others my nightmares aren't real
I drift off into dreaded sleep
Wondering if I'll wake again
Another year goes by
And here I still am.
Knowing not so indestructible
Wondering how I could break
Seeming to every day
But...
#dark
#death
#LifeStruggles
#hell
#myself
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 8:52pm
14th Oct 2021 8:52pm
Frontline
There's a battle being waged in hell and it's all about supremacy
Satan has chosen his generals and Baal has chosen me
I Is Me, demon supreme, I sit on the council most high
Ordered to the front line, It seems the dead are begging to die
With a bow across my wings, like a ninja, I wield two ranger swords
Cerberus, my first lieutenant, is reacting to my every word
We're not here to make allies, there is no compassion in hell
The heat of battle is our passion, and it doesn't take long to tell
Cerberus and me exist for this shit, it's...
Satan has chosen his generals and Baal has chosen me
I Is Me, demon supreme, I sit on the council most high
Ordered to the front line, It seems the dead are begging to die
With a bow across my wings, like a ninja, I wield two ranger swords
Cerberus, my first lieutenant, is reacting to my every word
We're not here to make allies, there is no compassion in hell
The heat of battle is our passion, and it doesn't take long to tell
Cerberus and me exist for this shit, it's...
#soldiers
#war
#hell
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Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
10th Oct 2021 10:21pm
10th Oct 2021 10:21pm
Flowers of Heaven and Hell
a ghost story
When Angela Dryden died her body erupted with flowers. They filled her nostrils and ear canals, shouldered her eyeballs aside, and stuffed her mouth like the centrepiece of a harvest feast. The sombre colours of heaven were evident, soft and muted blues with dark purples, subdued reds. The flowers were proof to those who wanted it of both the Elysian fields and the infinite, beautiful strangeness of God's mercy.
It was, perhaps, no wonder then that the spiritualist church to which she belonged was so protective of her remains, to a point where they came in...
When Angela Dryden died her body erupted with flowers. They filled her nostrils and ear canals, shouldered her eyeballs aside, and stuffed her mouth like the centrepiece of a harvest feast. The sombre colours of heaven were evident, soft and muted blues with dark purples, subdued reds. The flowers were proof to those who wanted it of both the Elysian fields and the infinite, beautiful strangeness of God's mercy.
It was, perhaps, no wonder then that the spiritualist church to which she belonged was so protective of her remains, to a point where they came in...
#evil
#flowers
#heaven #hell
#heaven #hell
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 7:31pm
5th Oct 2021 7:31pm
Halloween Dreams Pt,2
#dark
#Halloween
#hell #dirty
#hell #dirty
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 00:22am
4th Oct 2021 00:22am
facets
my broken heart is the soul of me
ache are facets you can't see
I look about me and I don't know
the nature of the fathomless womb from which I've grown
a woman of faith
taken prisoner by my beliefs
there are no limits to what you can achieve
impatient for pardon, my early release
from the bowels of hell ...freed
curious is my fate
I sought Lucifer on a previous date
he was waging a deadly war
I was torn between the two sides
my allegiance tested by the divine
I could not pick up a sword against Luce ...
ache are facets you can't see
I look about me and I don't know
the nature of the fathomless womb from which I've grown
a woman of faith
taken prisoner by my beliefs
there are no limits to what you can achieve
impatient for pardon, my early release
from the bowels of hell ...freed
curious is my fate
I sought Lucifer on a previous date
he was waging a deadly war
I was torn between the two sides
my allegiance tested by the divine
I could not pick up a sword against Luce ...
#love
#devil
#spiritual #hell
#spiritual #hell
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Sep 2021 5:45am
29th Sep 2021 5:45am
Welcome
I no longer see as I once did
The feelings that I have are no longer hid
The darkness that visits me in the middle of the night
Dark enough to make a solar eclipse seem like broad daylight
I am at one with this realm and there is no fright
Trust none of your senses, especially not even sight
To simply lie back in the bed with my arms behind my head
I smell and fell a strangers grave, I am filled with echoes from the dead
They know me, some think that they know me all to well
Promises have been made and there are secrets yet to...
The feelings that I have are no longer hid
The darkness that visits me in the middle of the night
Dark enough to make a solar eclipse seem like broad daylight
I am at one with this realm and there is no fright
Trust none of your senses, especially not even sight
To simply lie back in the bed with my arms behind my head
I smell and fell a strangers grave, I am filled with echoes from the dead
They know me, some think that they know me all to well
Promises have been made and there are secrets yet to...
#dark
#hell
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HumbleBill21212
Poem Published
24th Sep 2021 00:06am
24th Sep 2021 00:06am
End game
The feeling of relief,
As the blade crossed my wrist.
As burning red hot blood,
Drips slowly off clenched fists.
My life flows freely,
The heart losing its rate.
No more depressing worries,
Nothing to contemplate.
As darkness closes in,
I see no faraway light.
Everything turning black,
Rendering lost of sight.
Fiery pain stabs my soul,
Burns as I scream in pain,
Knowing where I am now,
For here I shall remain.
Written by Humble Bill Beucher
As the blade crossed my wrist.
As burning red hot blood,
Drips slowly off clenched fists.
My life flows freely,
The heart losing its rate.
No more depressing worries,
Nothing to contemplate.
As darkness closes in,
I see no faraway light.
Everything turning black,
Rendering lost of sight.
Fiery pain stabs my soul,
Burns as I scream in pain,
Knowing where I am now,
For here I shall remain.
Written by Humble Bill Beucher
#death
#suicide
#hell
156 reads
5 Comments
Brandon
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Poem Published
17th Sep 2021 1:59pm
17th Sep 2021 1:59pm
Avenue
Loud bangs
Crippled veins
Vanity and fame
Deterred life at play.
Drugged up hypocrisy
Delusional philosophy
Men dead on the side of the road
Roller coaster of heat on the roll.
Opportunity gouged
Torn from it's cradle
Despicable livelihood a mass
Mangled help on the steady decline.
Life really sucking ass
Devestated physical urban state
Arm wrenched in hate
Mentality for useful idiots.
Savage depiction
Breed of lies
Moral disguise
Empty fucking eye's.
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Crippled veins
Vanity and fame
Deterred life at play.
Drugged up hypocrisy
Delusional philosophy
Men dead on the side of the road
Roller coaster of heat on the roll.
Opportunity gouged
Torn from it's cradle
Despicable livelihood a mass
Mangled help on the steady decline.
Life really sucking ass
Devestated physical urban state
Arm wrenched in hate
Mentality for useful idiots.
Savage depiction
Breed of lies
Moral disguise
Empty fucking eye's.
...
#dark
#violence
#TruthOfLife #hell
#TruthOfLife #hell
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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
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24 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 1:15am
14th Sep 2021 1:15am
Abandon Me Here
No one knew what I was
doing, no one knew
what I was writing
I wasn’t rational, and
neither were you
Sat Sep 11 7:44PM
how would we all be saved?
hot pussy was always the answer
when you lost track of that, hell
wasn’t a long way off
I was coming through, somewhat,
but not all the way
doing, no one knew
what I was writing
I wasn’t rational, and
neither were you
Sat Sep 11 7:44PM
how would we all be saved?
hot pussy was always the answer
when you lost track of that, hell
wasn’t a long way off
I was coming through, somewhat,
but not all the way
#rejection
#sex
#hell
#WritingPoetry
#FeelingLost
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