Poems About Hell Seeking Friendly Advice
#hell
DevilsChild
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 10:33am
17th Nov 2024 10:33am
Drowning in Depravity
you want to be an artist
and be taken more serious
sorry, that's just not the world we live in
you want attention
all you have to do is show more skin
bust out those tits
pop that ass out
because nothing fucking matters
nothing fucking matters N E more
and if you're wondering
what I'll be up to
while the world burns
I think I'll be
drowning myself
in depravity
there's no heaven
when we live in hell
sheeps with their red hats
being lead to the slaughter
and it makes me laugh ...
and be taken more serious
sorry, that's just not the world we live in
you want attention
all you have to do is show more skin
bust out those tits
pop that ass out
because nothing fucking matters
nothing fucking matters N E more
and if you're wondering
what I'll be up to
while the world burns
I think I'll be
drowning myself
in depravity
there's no heaven
when we live in hell
sheeps with their red hats
being lead to the slaughter
and it makes me laugh ...
#frustration
#hell
#myself
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 6:53am
29th Oct 2024 6:53am
bagatelle
Bagatelle
You see the old olive tree at the entrance of the village
take it for granted until you see the tree is dying
still, it has about it a non-communicative dignity
an acceptance of life`s unplanned cosmic shortness.
Dying slowly, a botanist is trying new soil around
to get more mileage, but in the plant is
too old, cow dung or artificial fertilizer can stop the tree
bark goes wrinkled, 300 years is enough
To be dead is to be unborn
there is no second coming
Not even for a 300-year-old tree.
The morning wakes us up...
You see the old olive tree at the entrance of the village
take it for granted until you see the tree is dying
still, it has about it a non-communicative dignity
an acceptance of life`s unplanned cosmic shortness.
Dying slowly, a botanist is trying new soil around
to get more mileage, but in the plant is
too old, cow dung or artificial fertilizer can stop the tree
bark goes wrinkled, 300 years is enough
To be dead is to be unborn
there is no second coming
Not even for a 300-year-old tree.
The morning wakes us up...
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 6:13pm
3rd Oct 2024 6:13pm
the same old, same old.
A little sunshine right now
sounds like such sweet
malaise -
A hundred fucking hurtles
over the same
ancient
rigged game;
I've got a plaque, says
'Born to come in last place'
A barbed cage of thoughts
poked and ribbed with red-hots
pulled from the stomped out fireplace.
Thirty years of living with
the same old, same old
each and every
damned day.
sounds like such sweet
malaise -
A hundred fucking hurtles
over the same
ancient
rigged game;
I've got a plaque, says
'Born to come in last place'
A barbed cage of thoughts
poked and ribbed with red-hots
pulled from the stomped out fireplace.
Thirty years of living with
the same old, same old
each and every
damned day.
#ghosts
#hell
#LifeCycle
98 reads
2 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 8:28pm
1st Oct 2024 8:28pm
Alia Enters Hell
There is only little girl who's worthy of the lake of fire.
Except there's no lake but an abyss.
Only one little girl shall enter...
Alia Lynch...
Princess Alia...
Except there's no lake but an abyss.
Only one little girl shall enter...
Alia Lynch...
Princess Alia...
#hell
102 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 6:09pm
19th Aug 2024 6:09pm
He's The Remnants Of Thoth Wrapped In The Emerald Tablets
The essence of one’s soul is to always strive with merit to reach for that beautiful ascending light
Even when hope, dreams, and aspirations seem far, sometime out of sight
The femininity of my core
The masculinity of his truth
Propels the rivers running smoothly and wide
From the mind, from the heart, translation of time has always been found in the cradle of a woman’s womb
The darkest passage once birthed, the theology, the ideology, and the universal language of culture mixology bitterly...
Even when hope, dreams, and aspirations seem far, sometime out of sight
The femininity of my core
The masculinity of his truth
Propels the rivers running smoothly and wide
From the mind, from the heart, translation of time has always been found in the cradle of a woman’s womb
The darkest passage once birthed, the theology, the ideology, and the universal language of culture mixology bitterly...
#heaven
#hell
#love
#spiritual
#wisdom
189 reads
3 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 7:22am
19th Aug 2024 7:22am
Mercy, Has Gone
#hell
#morality
#spiritual
51 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 9:14am
14th Aug 2024 9:14am
Hell on earth
Hell's this ceaseless squealing numbing traffic noise
the jack - jack hammers stuttering clattering bangs,
the grass cutting, hedge trimming, redknecked good old boy,
loudly murdering Sundays, may that bastard, hang!
Hell's the murderous duel for a parking space
in the heaving mass of killers at the shopping mall,
hell's not knowing who's armed or who'd bash your face
or who the cop will kill IF he answers your call.
Hell's screaming brats demanding ket when I've no cash
or some freak...
the jack - jack hammers stuttering clattering bangs,
the grass cutting, hedge trimming, redknecked good old boy,
loudly murdering Sundays, may that bastard, hang!
Hell's the murderous duel for a parking space
in the heaving mass of killers at the shopping mall,
hell's not knowing who's armed or who'd bash your face
or who the cop will kill IF he answers your call.
Hell's screaming brats demanding ket when I've no cash
or some freak...
#hell
#rhyming
81 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2024 10:24pm
3rd Aug 2024 10:24pm
Amazing Grace
Ahh.. what's the matter trailer trash
No sane man in their divine mind not smelling on a rotten demoness' ass
You keep trying to throw out in the midst of inhaling air
Ya'll smell that, cunt pollution, hold your nose men, yes, we all know it's that Woodstock with that stinky flair
We are not going to even do this, has been trick
Misery loves company and I really do not have time to give you the energy of my spiritual gifts
You still need a ladder to climb up to my clouds
And we do not allow sewer rats, do I need...
No sane man in their divine mind not smelling on a rotten demoness' ass
You keep trying to throw out in the midst of inhaling air
Ya'll smell that, cunt pollution, hold your nose men, yes, we all know it's that Woodstock with that stinky flair
We are not going to even do this, has been trick
Misery loves company and I really do not have time to give you the energy of my spiritual gifts
You still need a ladder to climb up to my clouds
And we do not allow sewer rats, do I need...
#heaven
#hell
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 00:32am
2nd Aug 2024 00:32am
The Taste Of My Poison (Revenge)
The differences between Royality, as I stand
Listen carefully wicked witch so you may comprehend and your portrayed twin Jinn in you may come to understand
The common woman, such as yourself, used at a jester in my Court, my sovereign does not solicit for the yearning between our legs
Unto the beast, as you are a history to plead, threat, and your last resort, you beg, and you beg
No pride for you wandering child who slithers across my creg
Within the fire abyss as a canine Jezebel trying to give away hellish...
Listen carefully wicked witch so you may comprehend and your portrayed twin Jinn in you may come to understand
The common woman, such as yourself, used at a jester in my Court, my sovereign does not solicit for the yearning between our legs
Unto the beast, as you are a history to plead, threat, and your last resort, you beg, and you beg
No pride for you wandering child who slithers across my creg
Within the fire abyss as a canine Jezebel trying to give away hellish...
#heaven
#hell
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 2:14am
31st Jul 2024 2:14am
Hell Bent
There is a defector in Hell, whose entity that roams and bring the unbalance of chaos to the divine order
I am the light, the dark, I am the good, I am the bad, a Queen of all, and my ancient soul have shifted through ancient portals
To uprise in truth and integrity, to whisper mental freedom of positive choices, to give safe passage through the third eye of existence to every mortal
The denial of my mission, is to forgive and then place the head upon the highest steeple of the Roman churches
Where crows...
I am the light, the dark, I am the good, I am the bad, a Queen of all, and my ancient soul have shifted through ancient portals
To uprise in truth and integrity, to whisper mental freedom of positive choices, to give safe passage through the third eye of existence to every mortal
The denial of my mission, is to forgive and then place the head upon the highest steeple of the Roman churches
Where crows...
#hell
215 reads
12 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 11:01am
9th Jul 2024 11:01am
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
138 reads
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 8:47am
26th Apr 2024 8:47am
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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