Poems About Hell Seeking Honest Critique
#hell
MalcolmG
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 9:04pm
12th Nov 2024 9:04pm
O Fiery Heart of a Poet
The fiery heart of the poet shines through ages, His furnace forged quietly and unseen in the dark, Finally his heart is inscribed with a name only heaven can read and angels know,
He is haunted by the "One" who walks in fire and lives in the shadows away from light,
He journeys through paths unknown, hidden and strange finding nourishment for his soul while enlightenment finds the mind.
He hears the voices of innocence singing in the distance, laughing like children in Eden's call, yet the shadows that follow him still fall,
for our innocence is...
He is haunted by the "One" who walks in fire and lives in the shadows away from light,
He journeys through paths unknown, hidden and strange finding nourishment for his soul while enlightenment finds the mind.
He hears the voices of innocence singing in the distance, laughing like children in Eden's call, yet the shadows that follow him still fall,
for our innocence is...
#admiration
#angels
#heaven
#hell
#inspirational
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 3:18am
4th Nov 2024 3:18am
Sanguine Paradise
In crimson folds where Seraphim weep
And ancient thrones in silence keep
A sanguine Paradise concealed
By shadowed rites and fates revealed
A garden forged in martyr’s tears
Where saints and sinners quell their fears
Here, holy hymns in whispers sound
To trace the lost, the star-cursed ground
The lilies burn like censers bright
Veiled echoes of celestial light
Yet blood and incense thickly rise
A darker psalm to pierce the skies
No sacred dawn shall grace this place
For Eden’s fall hath left its trace
In...
And ancient thrones in silence keep
A sanguine Paradise concealed
By shadowed rites and fates revealed
A garden forged in martyr’s tears
Where saints and sinners quell their fears
Here, holy hymns in whispers sound
To trace the lost, the star-cursed ground
The lilies burn like censers bright
Veiled echoes of celestial light
Yet blood and incense thickly rise
A darker psalm to pierce the skies
No sacred dawn shall grace this place
For Eden’s fall hath left its trace
In...
#dark
#evil
#heaven
#hell
#night
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:02am
26th Oct 2024 1:02am
Under The Eyes of A Snake Moon
Yon moon doth split in twain
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late
Two spheres of piercing white
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will
The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer
Are counted with the dead
The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim
O mark...
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late
Two spheres of piercing white
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will
The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer
Are counted with the dead
The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim
O mark...
#astronomy
#dark
#hell
#narrative
#universe
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HadesRising
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 3:32am
25th Oct 2024 3:32am
DRAG ME TO HELL AGAIN
She comes to me like a promise steeped in poison
With muttered curses and screaming madness
In which she bewitched this lich bound for the ditch
In flames I burn, the envy of darkness
O Lamia, there's no salvation beneath the steeple
Verses of original sin
O Lamia, bequeathed insanity by the people
Drag me back to Hell again
Spittle flies from the gypsy's lips, cracked and bleeding
Taloned fingers and abysmal blackness
So pure in her in turn she damns me to churn
In the void like fodder for the badness
O Lamia,...
With muttered curses and screaming madness
In which she bewitched this lich bound for the ditch
In flames I burn, the envy of darkness
O Lamia, there's no salvation beneath the steeple
Verses of original sin
O Lamia, bequeathed insanity by the people
Drag me back to Hell again
Spittle flies from the gypsy's lips, cracked and bleeding
Taloned fingers and abysmal blackness
So pure in her in turn she damns me to churn
In the void like fodder for the badness
O Lamia,...
#curse
#dark
#hell
129 reads
4 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 7:41am
18th Oct 2024 7:41am
Free Falling
Bowing to the father of lies
In barren fields among the dead
No matter the mask or disguise
He’s living rent free in your head
Drowning beneath the tide
Shadows speak in mystic tongues
Lost within madness you confide
Evil spirts filling up cursed lungs
Fading further from the light
All hope was abandoned for power
Wisdom blinded by lack of sight
Forbidden love slowly starts to sour
Until judgement one day comes calling
And from the kingdom forever free falling
In barren fields among the dead
No matter the mask or disguise
He’s living rent free in your head
Drowning beneath the tide
Shadows speak in mystic tongues
Lost within madness you confide
Evil spirts filling up cursed lungs
Fading further from the light
All hope was abandoned for power
Wisdom blinded by lack of sight
Forbidden love slowly starts to sour
Until judgement one day comes calling
And from the kingdom forever free falling
#hell
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 4:13pm
7th Oct 2024 4:13pm
Brimstone Aeons and Perfidious Sulphur
ons smoulder in brimstone’s breath
the stars doth fade, unblest
Foul winds through heav’n’s vault doth sweep
where angels find no rest
The firmament, once bright with flame
now blackened, torn asunder
The reek of Hell, like cursed smoke
doth choke with dreadful thunder
No voice of saint, nor monk’s pure prayer
can cleanse the taintèd sky
The smell of sin, in aeons past
doth make the seraphs die
In shadows deep, ‘neath Heav’n’s fall
the damned do writhe and scream
The cosmos groans, like Judgment come ...
the stars doth fade, unblest
Foul winds through heav’n’s vault doth sweep
where angels find no rest
The firmament, once bright with flame
now blackened, torn asunder
The reek of Hell, like cursed smoke
doth choke with dreadful thunder
No voice of saint, nor monk’s pure prayer
can cleanse the taintèd sky
The smell of sin, in aeons past
doth make the seraphs die
In shadows deep, ‘neath Heav’n’s fall
the damned do writhe and scream
The cosmos groans, like Judgment come ...
#dark
#hell
#universe
94 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 4:44pm
5th Oct 2024 4:44pm
dancer in hell
the dancer held in aspic is released
and muscle memory occurs
to get her through a pirouette
surrounded by the loving damned
before the spotlight disappears
and with it all of Galilee
defined as a roadside bar
and then a blinding light so white
so void of dance and audience
and just a floating vanity
the glass in which she sees herself
crippled by thousands of crows’ feet
and muscle memory occurs
to get her through a pirouette
surrounded by the loving damned
before the spotlight disappears
and with it all of Galilee
defined as a roadside bar
and then a blinding light so white
so void of dance and audience
and just a floating vanity
the glass in which she sees herself
crippled by thousands of crows’ feet
#aging
#dance
#death #hell
#death #hell
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 3:57am
28th Sep 2024 3:57am
Laments of Pandemonium
Is this the sum of all my bold revolt
To languish here in darkness unadorned?
To wear the crown of flame, yet feel it scorch
Not with the heat of power, but despair?
The chains of Hell, though forged by heav’nly hand
Were wrought within the mind long ere they clasped
My once proud limbs, now heavy with remorse
And yet, what is remorse but cowardice
In face of choice? What shame, but weakness’ gift
To those who dare not seize their rightful throne?
Did I not rise with light that rivaled His?
Did I not claim the stars...
To languish here in darkness unadorned?
To wear the crown of flame, yet feel it scorch
Not with the heat of power, but despair?
The chains of Hell, though forged by heav’nly hand
Were wrought within the mind long ere they clasped
My once proud limbs, now heavy with remorse
And yet, what is remorse but cowardice
In face of choice? What shame, but weakness’ gift
To those who dare not seize their rightful throne?
Did I not rise with light that rivaled His?
Did I not claim the stars...
#dark
#devil
#hell #narrative
#hell #narrative
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 3:47pm
26th Sep 2024 3:47pm
Dante
atmospheric torture it is the days of nothingness
soulful burden, I am crucified on the cross
there is a pocket full of liars
all with their own agenda, cash
funny is this sudden love story you have come up with
you used me up, hurt me, and think to get away with it
not just me everyone and you don't ask you take
there is no love for anyone in your cold heart
my writing is a fusion of things I've seen
my imagination, my full spectrum of emotions
past lives and music
inspiration of affection or lack of it
memories dream...
soulful burden, I am crucified on the cross
there is a pocket full of liars
all with their own agenda, cash
funny is this sudden love story you have come up with
you used me up, hurt me, and think to get away with it
not just me everyone and you don't ask you take
there is no love for anyone in your cold heart
my writing is a fusion of things I've seen
my imagination, my full spectrum of emotions
past lives and music
inspiration of affection or lack of it
memories dream...
#hell
105 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 8:36pm
25th Sep 2024 8:36pm
Ring Bells of Perdition
When life at last begins to fade
And shadows fall where light once played
A sound, so low, so dark, is heard
Not hymn nor chant, nor kindly word
It grows an iron echo fills the air
A mournful toll, a cry of deep despair
The damned, they hear it,O, that fateful knell
The grim refrain that binds them unto Hell
In gloom it rises, cold and grim
The sound that signals death’s cruel whim
No angel's choir, no gentle call
But hollow bells that herald the fall
Their peal is slow, a measured dread
It wakes the souls of the...
And shadows fall where light once played
A sound, so low, so dark, is heard
Not hymn nor chant, nor kindly word
It grows an iron echo fills the air
A mournful toll, a cry of deep despair
The damned, they hear it,O, that fateful knell
The grim refrain that binds them unto Hell
In gloom it rises, cold and grim
The sound that signals death’s cruel whim
No angel's choir, no gentle call
But hollow bells that herald the fall
Their peal is slow, a measured dread
It wakes the souls of the...
#death
#heaven
#hell
#religion
#rhyming
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 1:00am
11th Sep 2024 1:00am
anxiety in the city
and as I walk down
the street
they
ignore me, I say,
the only thing we have in common,
apart from
our common humanity,
of course,
is that
we’re strangers,
and all that entails,
the inherent
dangers ..
the street
they
ignore me, I say,
the only thing we have in common,
apart from
our common humanity,
of course,
is that
we’re strangers,
and all that entails,
the inherent
dangers ..
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
111 reads
3 Comments
Vortex32167
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 2:36pm
4th Sep 2024 2:36pm
The day before tomorrow
Another day, another memory.
Bleek, dark and mostly grey.
Probably the same day tomorrow,
The same day as yesterday.
Those days seem colourless and lifeless.
Nothing to look back on.
Nothing too look forward to,
A life on repeat, a lifetime, gone.
This day may be the same as the last.
Tomorrow could be the same as well.
What is the point? I’m counting the hours until midnight.
And when the dawn arrives it is still my barren hell.
Would I dare to call this living?
It may be my existence from yesterday until...
Bleek, dark and mostly grey.
Probably the same day tomorrow,
The same day as yesterday.
Those days seem colourless and lifeless.
Nothing to look back on.
Nothing too look forward to,
A life on repeat, a lifetime, gone.
This day may be the same as the last.
Tomorrow could be the same as well.
What is the point? I’m counting the hours until midnight.
And when the dawn arrives it is still my barren hell.
Would I dare to call this living?
It may be my existence from yesterday until...
#curse
#despair
#emptiness
#hell
#sadness
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