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 Dark Damp Place I Write
Hold thy tear and know thine strength
let dreams of my decrepit form be held
I forge through Hell for something bright
stuff the sad that surely swells
I am alone now with great hope
flames embellished, stay thy rope
I climb deeper through mazes
of graves and goblins groping
solace floating down the styx I chose
let apple pie and stars in sky fill thy
eyes and nose and not these woes
I float for thee, I sink for me
neath visions haunting and bad health,
neath smoke taunting and padded cells
I write, still too dark for now ...
let dreams of my decrepit form be held
I forge through Hell for something bright
stuff the sad that surely swells
I am alone now with great hope
flames embellished, stay thy rope
I climb deeper through mazes
of graves and goblins groping
solace floating down the styx I chose
let apple pie and stars in sky fill thy
eyes and nose and not these woes
I float for thee, I sink for me
neath visions haunting and bad health,
neath smoke taunting and padded cells
I write, still too dark for now ...
#hell
#LifeAsAWriter
#loneliness
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The Rat King
Drowning again in this port of pain
more vermin to chain to the tail of the rat-king
unless miracles can wash away the stench of mistake
illusion is another fucking word for delusions these days.
Fear and self loathing like you wouldn't believe.
God, I've spent all my days just muttering and worrying.
The nights I don't die I'm just regretting everything
the arc of the beam is so enticing
and broad-shaped.
Distancing myself from people who don't feel the same way.
more vermin to chain to the tail of the rat-king
unless miracles can wash away the stench of mistake
illusion is another fucking word for delusions these days.
Fear and self loathing like you wouldn't believe.
God, I've spent all my days just muttering and worrying.
The nights I don't die I'm just regretting everything
the arc of the beam is so enticing
and broad-shaped.
Distancing myself from people who don't feel the same way.
#ghosts
#hell
#loneliness
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Dark I'm going to kill
a coven of witches sorry sisters
sit this one out please
I love you too much
I can bear no more time travel
for the sake of a baby raper named Merril
Jim and Sue aka Fresno
Here I am do you know that I am a planet
and you expected what for raping my sons?
I will show you no mercy
Corey E and Dawn E
Dune I'm citing you two
please I have to
my son, my six are safe
Jake is safe
Eric's mind was messed with because of perkins
Suzzette
Candace duck and cover now.
I am no baby raper co signer
I am your worst...
sit this one out please
I love you too much
I can bear no more time travel
for the sake of a baby raper named Merril
Jim and Sue aka Fresno
Here I am do you know that I am a planet
and you expected what for raping my sons?
I will show you no mercy
Corey E and Dawn E
Dune I'm citing you two
please I have to
my son, my six are safe
Jake is safe
Eric's mind was messed with because of perkins
Suzzette
Candace duck and cover now.
I am no baby raper co signer
I am your worst...
#hell
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A Voyage to Hell
When my sun comes down
a blood red cosmos astounds
i appear with winter's wind
I'm free as summer's sin
sing a song this mourning
telling tales of warning
purple clouds, demon bubbles
cosmic dreams, strangers in trouble
to die is to wake at the strike of twelve
he welcomes us all to the gates of hell
a blood red cosmos astounds
i appear with winter's wind
I'm free as summer's sin
sing a song this mourning
telling tales of warning
purple clouds, demon bubbles
cosmic dreams, strangers in trouble
to die is to wake at the strike of twelve
he welcomes us all to the gates of hell
#astronomy
#clouds
#dreams
#hell
#rhyming
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An Admonition to the Young Men
I was told a story once:
That of an
elephant
raised in
captivity.
Like the others, he was
robust,
stout.
Vivacious–
one thrash of his left foreleg contained within more
vigor
than what the old ones could even
dream of
remembering.
For his imprisonment
round a stake in a
suburban backyard, only the
strongest,
Grade One-Hundred
chains would
suffice.
Next year, perhaps Grade Eighty.
And the next, hauling line–
And the next
And the next
And the next… ...
That of an
elephant
raised in
captivity.
Like the others, he was
robust,
stout.
Vivacious–
one thrash of his left foreleg contained within more
vigor
than what the old ones could even
dream of
remembering.
For his imprisonment
round a stake in a
suburban backyard, only the
strongest,
Grade One-Hundred
chains would
suffice.
Next year, perhaps Grade Eighty.
And the next, hauling line–
And the next
And the next
And the next… ...
#curse
#freedom
#hell #TruthOfLife
#hell #TruthOfLife
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Weary Eyes
Mourning air humming over me
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Elysium
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Elysium
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
#death
#heaven
#hell
#peace
#silence
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Maw
for the darkness inside you conceal
you can't see the grey matter in your mind
grey means a dead brain
pink means you still have a choice
call your public defender call ghost busters
I will not ask you to suffer above what you insulted me with
blaming me and mine and making them suffer
you are highly intelligent hold onto your pride no matter what you think you see
hold onto your anger and pain it may someday serve you well
let me introduce myself I won't call you son though I remember you in my dreams
I haven't forgotten your plight and I am...
you can't see the grey matter in your mind
grey means a dead brain
pink means you still have a choice
call your public defender call ghost busters
I will not ask you to suffer above what you insulted me with
blaming me and mine and making them suffer
you are highly intelligent hold onto your pride no matter what you think you see
hold onto your anger and pain it may someday serve you well
let me introduce myself I won't call you son though I remember you in my dreams
I haven't forgotten your plight and I am...
#dark
#heaven
#hell
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I value Honesty and Truth
I can neither feed nor starve your indecision
neither cater nor pity your numb
it is for you to crave or remain chaste or chained
each of you has a choice before you
stay or remain for the unveiling or leave going where you choose
decide if you are truly ready for the truth
or prefer the illusion
to the brutality of being mind raped
are you secure being restained?
is it I who has misunderstood your unique song?
I thought I heard a need many different needs from the collective thought
I thought you desired freedom from...
neither cater nor pity your numb
it is for you to crave or remain chaste or chained
each of you has a choice before you
stay or remain for the unveiling or leave going where you choose
decide if you are truly ready for the truth
or prefer the illusion
to the brutality of being mind raped
are you secure being restained?
is it I who has misunderstood your unique song?
I thought I heard a need many different needs from the collective thought
I thought you desired freedom from...
#hate
#heaven
#hell #love
#hell #love
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Gray Hill
It's all but
bones in the fray
a puppeteer with cut strings
Nooses and skeletons
telling stories
colors can't describe
in the heat of things
All the passion is poison rotten out of an apple born from a tree that is crooked and doesn't ever admit that it's twisting
and screaming
It's all a wolf in the bray.
A winter sky ;
Laying bare under the stars
but not sleeping.
Metal roofs slammed with thick rain.
bones in the fray
a puppeteer with cut strings
Nooses and skeletons
telling stories
colors can't describe
in the heat of things
All the passion is poison rotten out of an apple born from a tree that is crooked and doesn't ever admit that it's twisting
and screaming
It's all a wolf in the bray.
A winter sky ;
Laying bare under the stars
but not sleeping.
Metal roofs slammed with thick rain.
#art
#hell
#winter
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Gossips..Would you rather I said..?
The mechanism of death from hanging is effectively decapitation.
R cerebral anoxia (which can lead to permanent brain damage), laryngeal fracture, cervical spine fracture, tracheal fracture, pharyngeal. The ligature in suicidal strangulation may be knotted or tightened like a tourniquet. As the ligature is tightened the face and neck may become congested due to slow venous compression. Laryngeal fractures are rare and injuries are mild and often confined to the single ligature mark around the neck. Respiratory asphyxia, interruption to cerebral blood flow because of occlusion of...
R cerebral anoxia (which can lead to permanent brain damage), laryngeal fracture, cervical spine fracture, tracheal fracture, pharyngeal. The ligature in suicidal strangulation may be knotted or tightened like a tourniquet. As the ligature is tightened the face and neck may become congested due to slow venous compression. Laryngeal fractures are rare and injuries are mild and often confined to the single ligature mark around the neck. Respiratory asphyxia, interruption to cerebral blood flow because of occlusion of...
#hell
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Uniquely Silent
yes, I agree Father I am too sensitive
it is better not to care, to be numb and disconnected
and only sharing my inner thoughts with you
you're right humans will let you down
only being disappointed when I have sorely misunderstood your point
you set me apart for yourself alone to savor
and I have clung to what I can see with my mortal eyes
to my disgrace
even when you have proven time and again that they will betray me
I have set aside the wrongs done to me desiring their company
with a need to belong and I do for the most part ...
it is better not to care, to be numb and disconnected
and only sharing my inner thoughts with you
you're right humans will let you down
only being disappointed when I have sorely misunderstood your point
you set me apart for yourself alone to savor
and I have clung to what I can see with my mortal eyes
to my disgrace
even when you have proven time and again that they will betray me
I have set aside the wrongs done to me desiring their company
with a need to belong and I do for the most part ...
#dark
#hell
#love
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Silence
Silence is that you?
confession number 6 I am afraid
falling forever falling in love with you
no matter the cause, doomed to fail
damned if I do, damned if I don't
pardoned on one condition
my brother, we can not speak
He will destroy me for being evidence of His dark side
laying witness I was cold with grief
imprisoned I was not allowed to stand with you
a traitor to feelings for you...never
visions of the future
you saw in my mind while we soul-coupled
the...
confession number 6 I am afraid
falling forever falling in love with you
no matter the cause, doomed to fail
damned if I do, damned if I don't
pardoned on one condition
my brother, we can not speak
He will destroy me for being evidence of His dark side
laying witness I was cold with grief
imprisoned I was not allowed to stand with you
a traitor to feelings for you...never
visions of the future
you saw in my mind while we soul-coupled
the...
#hell
#love
#philosophical
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