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.
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:03pm
Yesterday 8:03pm
The mentality of hell.
At the back of your house....
We’ve got big plans.
Kissing hard.
Slipping hands.
Celebrating closeness.
Please....!
Tear my fucking heart out!
I want to feel something more.
I want to know I’m alive......
In the fields out of view.
Whisper dirt as you flirt.
We can agree an accord.
To never leave this place
Only to burn brightly in our lust.
Reaching the summit of depravity.
My dark soul companion...we can!
You look to me and we explode.
Our chemicals react wildly in the melee. ...
We’ve got big plans.
Kissing hard.
Slipping hands.
Celebrating closeness.
Please....!
Tear my fucking heart out!
I want to feel something more.
I want to know I’m alive......
In the fields out of view.
Whisper dirt as you flirt.
We can agree an accord.
To never leave this place
Only to burn brightly in our lust.
Reaching the summit of depravity.
My dark soul companion...we can!
You look to me and we explode.
Our chemicals react wildly in the melee. ...
#death
#MentalHealth
#hell
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Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 5:14pm
11th Apr 2021 5:14pm
When the day comes....
I relive moments.
When I was young.
The days of pulling tricks.
A chemical fanfare to find a point.
At least then there was one to find.
The seasons have blunted my resolve.
All stimulants have been rehabbed away.
How lost I find myself against the backdrop of this reality.
So I hide in order to find any kind of piece of humane mind.
Never ever is an ever playing song.
I want to believe in you
Your body I'd love to take wholeheartedly...
To have till we’re old.
Do remember being cold?
How we’d hold tighter...
When I was young.
The days of pulling tricks.
A chemical fanfare to find a point.
At least then there was one to find.
The seasons have blunted my resolve.
All stimulants have been rehabbed away.
How lost I find myself against the backdrop of this reality.
So I hide in order to find any kind of piece of humane mind.
Never ever is an ever playing song.
I want to believe in you
Your body I'd love to take wholeheartedly...
To have till we’re old.
Do remember being cold?
How we’d hold tighter...
#hell
#FeelingLost
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Mar 2021 1:40am
29th Mar 2021 1:40am
Straight Talk Live (Step up Into The Light)
I wrote this after watching the video Lil Naz “Montero (Call Me By Your Name)”
You cannot battle enlightenment with blind eyes and migrating in the dark
Asunder from the spiritual sphere, even Lucifer cannot find a spark
When you are prepared to step up into the light of understating, I shall greet you where souls shall meet
I am French Haitian Creole my skin is too sensitive, and I never did like scorching heat
You best ask the Messengers who I really am
I have traversed and have astral in and out of sacred realms
It is...
You cannot battle enlightenment with blind eyes and migrating in the dark
Asunder from the spiritual sphere, even Lucifer cannot find a spark
When you are prepared to step up into the light of understating, I shall greet you where souls shall meet
I am French Haitian Creole my skin is too sensitive, and I never did like scorching heat
You best ask the Messengers who I really am
I have traversed and have astral in and out of sacred realms
It is...
#religion
#God
#devil
#heaven
#hell
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Xaphan
Poem Published
27th Mar 2021 7:00pm
27th Mar 2021 7:00pm
Raised In Hell
Raised in Hell, one of three, all forged in dragon fire
Astaroth, is from the flaming pit, of the burning shire
In faux gods we trust, as the others revere his name
Sent to condemn and damn us, with his dying flame
Evil trinitarian, there is nothing in his stagnant heart
Darkness is his domain and his horrors a form of art
Insane in second sight and eyes like piercing tracers
No one lives in his gaze, or claws as sharp as razors
He will avenge, by using garrotting wires for snitches
Endearing himself, to old banshees and hag witches
Let no one...
Astaroth, is from the flaming pit, of the burning shire
In faux gods we trust, as the others revere his name
Sent to condemn and damn us, with his dying flame
Evil trinitarian, there is nothing in his stagnant heart
Darkness is his domain and his horrors a form of art
Insane in second sight and eyes like piercing tracers
No one lives in his gaze, or claws as sharp as razors
He will avenge, by using garrotting wires for snitches
Endearing himself, to old banshees and hag witches
Let no one...
#evil
#monsters
#hell
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Taurek
Poem Published
24th Mar 2021 3:34am
24th Mar 2021 3:34am
Media Mouth Sore
You won’t have a
choice one
day
so do what you
want
now
a vacancy’s dream on
the outskirts of
town
pledge allegiance to
my nuts
futuristic and
shitty
a coward’s
dream in
hell
I was referring to
the tyrant’s
enablers
I’ve been a pussy
my whole life, and
thus, I have
survived
catch me on the
train to the
parade
prayers up, extra
clips
as they name the
new victim
class
...
choice one
day
so do what you
want
now
a vacancy’s dream on
the outskirts of
town
pledge allegiance to
my nuts
futuristic and
shitty
a coward’s
dream in
hell
I was referring to
the tyrant’s
enablers
I’ve been a pussy
my whole life, and
thus, I have
survived
catch me on the
train to the
parade
prayers up, extra
clips
as they name the
new victim
class
...
#violence
#dreams
#hell
#choices
#scifi
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Madintellect
Mike stew
Mike stew
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2021 1:26am
23rd Mar 2021 1:26am
Strange Hell
I hold the past close like concrete
Thoughts are kicking in my head
Unlike most that compete
My cold world is slipping on a sled
I'm on a runaway train
Trying to connect all the dots
Feeling runaway pain
Is Mike connecting the plots
Do I have a hope in hell
Of making it through this journey
I tried a cope and chill
I'm going to catch a break with my attorney
I'm suing the cops, cuz they shot me in the head
I'm pursuing the props, cuz they shot me full of lead
Will you listen to me, well I'm on an...
Thoughts are kicking in my head
Unlike most that compete
My cold world is slipping on a sled
I'm on a runaway train
Trying to connect all the dots
Feeling runaway pain
Is Mike connecting the plots
Do I have a hope in hell
Of making it through this journey
I tried a cope and chill
I'm going to catch a break with my attorney
I'm suing the cops, cuz they shot me in the head
I'm pursuing the props, cuz they shot me full of lead
Will you listen to me, well I'm on an...
#hell
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Penguinphile
Poem Published
20th Mar 2021 7:30pm
20th Mar 2021 7:30pm
When Introverts ruled the World
#religion
#God
#heaven
#hell
#witches
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4 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 8:54am
19th Mar 2021 8:54am
Why Was LINCOLN Such a Zealot Against SLAVERY ??!!
Well, for one thing, his father would rent him out to the neighbors to work in their fields, etc.
And after young Abe got paid, his father would demand that he turn the money over to him.
So Abe experienced what it was like to work hard without pay.
But was that sort of injustice comparable to real slavery??!!
Not really, for Abe escaped being beaten half to death while he worked for the neighbors.
Whereas for black slaves getting beaten was fairly common.
Also, at night Abe was known to read plays by Shakespeare, or other books.
Whereas, slaves...
And after young Abe got paid, his father would demand that he turn the money over to him.
So Abe experienced what it was like to work hard without pay.
But was that sort of injustice comparable to real slavery??!!
Not really, for Abe escaped being beaten half to death while he worked for the neighbors.
Whereas for black slaves getting beaten was fairly common.
Also, at night Abe was known to read plays by Shakespeare, or other books.
Whereas, slaves...
#utopia
#heaven
#hell
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4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 1:26am
19th Mar 2021 1:26am
Our Wondrous Storm
#sex
#death
#heaven #hell
#heaven #hell
149 reads
5 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
18th Mar 2021 2:00am
18th Mar 2021 2:00am
8pm
No, you want
this, you
like
this
you
like
me
ditto
black and
white
widows
the pervert in the
window
Calico, honey, is
where they found
the remains of the
former Playboy
Bunny
that you used to
jack off to, you
creep
skeletons in the
closet
things they say you
shouldn’t have
yeah, no shit, that’s
why they’re dead and
out of sight
but as you find
mine, I will
find yours
...
this, you
like
this
you
like
me
ditto
black and
white
widows
the pervert in the
window
Calico, honey, is
where they found
the remains of the
former Playboy
Bunny
that you used to
jack off to, you
creep
skeletons in the
closet
things they say you
shouldn’t have
yeah, no shit, that’s
why they’re dead and
out of sight
but as you find
mine, I will
find yours
...
#secrets
#sex
#lies
#death
#hell
76 reads
2 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
17th Mar 2021 1:23pm
17th Mar 2021 1:23pm
Still Fighting
Half lidded salutations
Raspy whispers from outside my body
I'm going through the motions
Arguing with this weight on my back
And my angels have given up
While my demons lovingly promise
To be there when I fall
Raspy whispers from outside my body
I'm going through the motions
Arguing with this weight on my back
And my angels have given up
While my demons lovingly promise
To be there when I fall
#love
#devil
#drugs
#addiction
#hell
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5 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
14th Mar 2021 7:00pm
14th Mar 2021 7:00pm
msm and the absolute bullshit they peddle as news (and other stuff)
we live in a world where headlines about
entertainers and their abs, post baby
are commonplace.
headlines— as if this is newsworthy.
as if anyone in the entire world gives
a flying fuck about how quickly a “star”
has lost the weight post childbirth.
the average woman doesn't need
any more pressure to perform.
she already has children, a home to care for,
a career to get back to, and dinner to prepare.
I promise you, hollywood starlets...we don't care.
and while I'm at it, I would like to add ...
entertainers and their abs, post baby
are commonplace.
headlines— as if this is newsworthy.
as if anyone in the entire world gives
a flying fuck about how quickly a “star”
has lost the weight post childbirth.
the average woman doesn't need
any more pressure to perform.
she already has children, a home to care for,
a career to get back to, and dinner to prepare.
I promise you, hollywood starlets...we don't care.
and while I'm at it, I would like to add ...
#hell
#StreamOfConsciousness
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