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.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 2:47am
21st Jul 2021 2:47am
Imitations
I screamed, "I, I've lived this shit so many times before"
Do you really care to see how much pain and misery it took to create I Is Me
I fucking prayed that you never had to know
I cried at Hell's gates until it opened up and accepted me
Hell as I told you before, "you don't wanna go there"
Horns emerged, balding replacing beautiful locks of hair
The eyes of innocence replaced with a glowing stare
A heart raging with emotion, turn frigid without care
Hell breastfed me on the milk of darkness
A many would had feared her...
Do you really care to see how much pain and misery it took to create I Is Me
I fucking prayed that you never had to know
I cried at Hell's gates until it opened up and accepted me
Hell as I told you before, "you don't wanna go there"
Horns emerged, balding replacing beautiful locks of hair
The eyes of innocence replaced with a glowing stare
A heart raging with emotion, turn frigid without care
Hell breastfed me on the milk of darkness
A many would had feared her...
#identity
#abuse
#evil #hell
#evil #hell
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Jul 2021 3:00pm
20th Jul 2021 3:00pm
Soldiers
My Bitch, Hell, has been pacing back and forth like she’s going into heat
She’s been growling at the Motherfucker like she needs some
But her pussy isn’t swollen, I’m thinking about fucking paws or feet
What’s the difference four fucking stilettos or each paw wearing cleats
You better clue a motherfucker in Bitch, I need to be down with the scheme
You don’t want shit to go wrong and get yourself fucked like in a dream
I’m talking eyes rolled, mouth opened, tongue hanging and all four paws pent back
Muzzle to fucking muzzle, licking and biting, as that...
She’s been growling at the Motherfucker like she needs some
But her pussy isn’t swollen, I’m thinking about fucking paws or feet
What’s the difference four fucking stilettos or each paw wearing cleats
You better clue a motherfucker in Bitch, I need to be down with the scheme
You don’t want shit to go wrong and get yourself fucked like in a dream
I’m talking eyes rolled, mouth opened, tongue hanging and all four paws pent back
Muzzle to fucking muzzle, licking and biting, as that...
#dark
#death
#evil #hell
#evil #hell
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
16th Jul 2021 7:31am
16th Jul 2021 7:31am
Songs dark angels sing
(Sometimes I like the hell I create—
the hell of my very own making)
Hell burns hottest
from the base of the bluest fire
densely heated light
black and blue—
like bruises upon tender flesh
or breaks that expose of marrow
Excavating beyond hate and tough gristle
to cavernous discoveries
ripping themselves open
Oh to relish—
pure
sweet
agony
amongst the sounds of all that tearing
how it echoes, exquisitely
...
the hell of my very own making)
Hell burns hottest
from the base of the bluest fire
densely heated light
black and blue—
like bruises upon tender flesh
or breaks that expose of marrow
Excavating beyond hate and tough gristle
to cavernous discoveries
ripping themselves open
Oh to relish—
pure
sweet
agony
amongst the sounds of all that tearing
how it echoes, exquisitely
...
#love
#hate
#heaven
#addiction
#hell
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25 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
16th Jul 2021 3:36am
16th Jul 2021 3:36am
THE DARK
Beginning to forget
The remembrance of Summer
The taste of her last kiss
Her embrace amidst the thunder
What have I done?
I cannot take
The cards I’ve been dealt
I do not want this Hell
You cannot give
What you took from me
I only see what’s in the dark
Oh God
I cannot see you
I’ll never see you
So dead in my heart
Goddamn
You cannot see me
You’ll never see me
So gone in the dark
Then in a flash of light
The dismemberment of Summer
Darkness consumes us all ...
The remembrance of Summer
The taste of her last kiss
Her embrace amidst the thunder
What have I done?
I cannot take
The cards I’ve been dealt
I do not want this Hell
You cannot give
What you took from me
I only see what’s in the dark
Oh God
I cannot see you
I’ll never see you
So dead in my heart
Goddamn
You cannot see me
You’ll never see me
So gone in the dark
Then in a flash of light
The dismemberment of Summer
Darkness consumes us all ...
#regret
#dark
#hell #apocalypse
#hell #apocalypse
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7 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
8th Jul 2021 5:44pm
8th Jul 2021 5:44pm
phantom pains
Keep it burning between your fingers.
Don’t wanna waste it, don’t want to fake the pain you can’t remember.
You can’t remember, but it sucked when it was your turn.
You can’t remember, but you keep it there in your hand, slowly letting it burn.
Agonizing flames of pain coming in waves,
it’s no wonder you have trouble with things.
It’s no wonder you’re incapable of having feelings.
It’s no wonder you turned out this way.
A walking corpse,
a rotting source,
a poisoned well,
a living nightmare,
a shadow of who you wanted to be. ...
Don’t wanna waste it, don’t want to fake the pain you can’t remember.
You can’t remember, but it sucked when it was your turn.
You can’t remember, but you keep it there in your hand, slowly letting it burn.
Agonizing flames of pain coming in waves,
it’s no wonder you have trouble with things.
It’s no wonder you’re incapable of having feelings.
It’s no wonder you turned out this way.
A walking corpse,
a rotting source,
a poisoned well,
a living nightmare,
a shadow of who you wanted to be. ...
#depression
#loneliness
#hell
#suffering
#emptiness
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
5th Jul 2021 6:55pm
5th Jul 2021 6:55pm
Accepted
Materialized of this world so I am of sin
With a conscience that screams stab again and again
How can you make a body without inflicting some pain
Listen up close to why they think I'm deranged
While bowing down to Baal, he dubbed me Mentality
Supreme Executioner, Sir Lance on a killing spree
I don't have to fear death because now I'm an entity
Turn me loose upon the world and watch me reap for thee
Having seen existence before there was light
When Baal roamed freely and evil was right
Composed of the components that made...
With a conscience that screams stab again and again
How can you make a body without inflicting some pain
Listen up close to why they think I'm deranged
While bowing down to Baal, he dubbed me Mentality
Supreme Executioner, Sir Lance on a killing spree
I don't have to fear death because now I'm an entity
Turn me loose upon the world and watch me reap for thee
Having seen existence before there was light
When Baal roamed freely and evil was right
Composed of the components that made...
#dark
#death
#devil #hell
#devil #hell
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MartenHoyle
Marten Hoyle
Marten Hoyle
Poem Published
5th Jul 2021 4:28pm
5th Jul 2021 4:28pm
The Land of the Dead
By demons held, there are towers
O’er the eternal-wilting flowers,
Where ne’er the sun shall shine
In a city, hideously divine
Where the ghosts of gardens have bloomed
For we, the lovers entombed.
We walk now within our rest,
Among the damned and the blessed.
A mist befalls from iron mountains,
Sweeping cold within the air,
Freezing the waters of the fountains
In the vacant city square.
Serene roll the grey, cold seas,
Whose perfumed thunder encloses,
In the ruin of a deathly breeze,
The graves of the...
O’er the eternal-wilting flowers,
Where ne’er the sun shall shine
In a city, hideously divine
Where the ghosts of gardens have bloomed
For we, the lovers entombed.
We walk now within our rest,
Among the damned and the blessed.
A mist befalls from iron mountains,
Sweeping cold within the air,
Freezing the waters of the fountains
In the vacant city square.
Serene roll the grey, cold seas,
Whose perfumed thunder encloses,
In the ruin of a deathly breeze,
The graves of the...
#death
#suicide
#angels
#hell
#graveyard
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MartenHoyle
Marten Hoyle
Marten Hoyle
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2021 10:45pm
2nd Jul 2021 10:45pm
Its All Over
Where the sun dies,
The shadow of silence cries
On the wind where petals flutter
As we face each other
On the blossoms that grow
In the vision of the snow
Where the aurora of your eyes
Never dims and never dies.
Its all over. Its all over.
The pain is over.
In the underworld so cold,
We never will grow old.
Our passage will seem,
Like nothing but a dream.
We are falling leaves
In this desert of garden trees—
Our breath entwined in the sand
While we sleep here, hand in hand.
...
The shadow of silence cries
On the wind where petals flutter
As we face each other
On the blossoms that grow
In the vision of the snow
Where the aurora of your eyes
Never dims and never dies.
Its all over. Its all over.
The pain is over.
In the underworld so cold,
We never will grow old.
Our passage will seem,
Like nothing but a dream.
We are falling leaves
In this desert of garden trees—
Our breath entwined in the sand
While we sleep here, hand in hand.
...
#love
#death
#suicide
#heaven
#hell
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bowieboii
Poem Published
1st Jul 2021 10:56pm
1st Jul 2021 10:56pm
Irrelevant
We set our own limitations
There is nothing in this world by which we're bound
And, though we're living in an alien nation
We tend to forget that everything is so profound
Building our own foundations,
There is nothing we believe that's not made so
And as a product of imagination,
So long as we think we're powerless, we'll lose all control
(But, only because we'd agreed that it was so)
But, it'll all be made irrelevant in the end
It'll all be made irrelevant in the end
It'll all be made irrelevant in the end ...
There is nothing in this world by which we're bound
And, though we're living in an alien nation
We tend to forget that everything is so profound
Building our own foundations,
There is nothing we believe that's not made so
And as a product of imagination,
So long as we think we're powerless, we'll lose all control
(But, only because we'd agreed that it was so)
But, it'll all be made irrelevant in the end
It'll all be made irrelevant in the end
It'll all be made irrelevant in the end ...
#heaven
#TruthOfLife
#hell
#ignorance
#magic
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4 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
29th Jun 2021 6:42pm
29th Jun 2021 6:42pm
HELLBOUND GOSPEL : SCARLET LUNACY
The name of the game is pain
To feel something other than
NOTHING
The heart of the secret show
Is blackened by passion
HELLBOUND
The gospel is scarlet
Inked in the blood of delirium
The tears and suffering
Sleep in unholy martyrium
Meat hooks and iron chains
Sway as blood coagulates
Toll like a bell from Hell
Leather and chatter teeth
Crucifixion nails pierced skulls
In this labyrinth Hell
At the gates of Midian
Screaming into your nightmares
LAMENT
The Configuration twists ...
To feel something other than
NOTHING
The heart of the secret show
Is blackened by passion
HELLBOUND
The gospel is scarlet
Inked in the blood of delirium
The tears and suffering
Sleep in unholy martyrium
Meat hooks and iron chains
Sway as blood coagulates
Toll like a bell from Hell
Leather and chatter teeth
Crucifixion nails pierced skulls
In this labyrinth Hell
At the gates of Midian
Screaming into your nightmares
LAMENT
The Configuration twists ...
#dark
#hell
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2 Comments
TheSixthUndead
Poem Published
29th Jun 2021 00:11am
29th Jun 2021 00:11am
Unearth
#dark
#monsters
#ghosts
#hell
#zombies
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1 Comment
HadesRising
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2021 00:00am
23rd Jun 2021 00:00am
H E L L
I find no solace or shelter in God’s caress
And prayed to the devil with no answer, alas
Because I’ve found they’re both the same
NO POINT
NO RETURN
Come to believe that we all burn
CARVE YOUR NAME IN MY SKIN
That’s where it all begins
Violate angel tears
YOUR FEAR IS NOT MY FEAR
HABITUAL
I must die again for a spell
RISE BELIAL
Guide me through your levels of Hell
Promise to leave me to die - D I E
The devil’s in the details - H E L L
When the name of the game is pain
I’ve come too far to fail...
And prayed to the devil with no answer, alas
Because I’ve found they’re both the same
NO POINT
NO RETURN
Come to believe that we all burn
CARVE YOUR NAME IN MY SKIN
That’s where it all begins
Violate angel tears
YOUR FEAR IS NOT MY FEAR
HABITUAL
I must die again for a spell
RISE BELIAL
Guide me through your levels of Hell
Promise to leave me to die - D I E
The devil’s in the details - H E L L
When the name of the game is pain
I’ve come too far to fail...
#dark
#hell
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