Poems About Hell Seeking Honest Critique
#hell
ACHERON
On these stygian waters we sail
with Marchosias as my guide
I ask, "O, Marquess, what have I done
with my life?"
Whimpering and cries of agony
are singing as chorus around them
He says, "O, Mortal, corruption is deep
in your heart"
as i look upon machosias his black wings unfurled
and flared above my sight. though i have witnessed
this demonic configuration before it shocked
me to my very essence every time. then he smiled.
"My dear miscreant, you were but a
vile man...
with Marchosias as my guide
I ask, "O, Marquess, what have I done
with my life?"
Whimpering and cries of agony
are singing as chorus around them
He says, "O, Mortal, corruption is deep
in your heart"
as i look upon machosias his black wings unfurled
and flared above my sight. though i have witnessed
this demonic configuration before it shocked
me to my very essence every time. then he smiled.
"My dear miscreant, you were but a
vile man...
#despair
#devil
#fate #hell
#fate #hell
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Hell Is.....
Hell is not being heard
Hell is holding a case with empty pens
Hell is being seen as absurd
being held inert
Hell is worthlessness
six feet above earth,
denying birth
Hell is breathing no air
Hell is being constantly
scared to share
with those who don't care
Hell is a mouth sewn
sickness grown in bone
Hell is losing your hair
Hell is impossible tasks
and demons that stare
Hell...
Hell is holding a case with empty pens
Hell is being seen as absurd
being held inert
Hell is worthlessness
six feet above earth,
denying birth
Hell is breathing no air
Hell is being constantly
scared to share
with those who don't care
Hell is a mouth sewn
sickness grown in bone
Hell is losing your hair
Hell is impossible tasks
and demons that stare
Hell...
#hell
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Sin Amongst Spires
To sit amongst the empty sky
Looking down counting lies
A contrast of purple and black
Temptations on the attack
Observe from holy towers
Invoked names of perfidious powers
Reaping the sigils due
Some for me and some for you
Umbral promises none see through
Beneath stars where secrets dwell
A pact borne beyond heaven and hell
From spires they watch and wait
Liars marching beyond perdition's gates
Looking down counting lies
A contrast of purple and black
Temptations on the attack
Observe from holy towers
Invoked names of perfidious powers
Reaping the sigils due
Some for me and some for you
Umbral promises none see through
Beneath stars where secrets dwell
A pact borne beyond heaven and hell
From spires they watch and wait
Liars marching beyond perdition's gates
#Christian
#dark
#hell #religion
#hell #religion
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Infernal Reign
Harken the Ghost high
Challenge me and purify
Of which perdition prescribes
Exalt myself above creations throne
Ascendency of hellfire and bone
Weep not at damnations door
Brimstone beneath my feet
Blistering outside heaven's heat
Chant out the ruinous prayer
Rule above their congregation
Burn away his profane stagnation
And profit off rebellions due
Sovereign above hope and fear
Grasping beyond seraphim at His ear
To climb...
Challenge me and purify
Of which perdition prescribes
Exalt myself above creations throne
Ascendency of hellfire and bone
Weep not at damnations door
Brimstone beneath my feet
Blistering outside heaven's heat
Chant out the ruinous prayer
Rule above their congregation
Burn away his profane stagnation
And profit off rebellions due
Sovereign above hope and fear
Grasping beyond seraphim at His ear
To climb...
#dark
#devil
#fire
#hell
#rhyming
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Labyrinthine Healings
To sleep the Angels sleep
Beauty in darkness's age
Solomon dethroned as demons creep
Genius of the olden sage
To the holy is torment and insanity
Seeking not Morningstar's blare
And to peer beyond veiled vanity
Breathe in the aether's air
Reverberation of a corpses chortle
Reach across the dying stars
Grasp the cures through nights portal
Nocturnal oculus show me shades wide and far
Grant me the healing of your twisting turns
Show me your...
Beauty in darkness's age
Solomon dethroned as demons creep
Genius of the olden sage
To the holy is torment and insanity
Seeking not Morningstar's blare
And to peer beyond veiled vanity
Breathe in the aether's air
Reverberation of a corpses chortle
Reach across the dying stars
Grasp the cures through nights portal
Nocturnal oculus show me shades wide and far
Grant me the healing of your twisting turns
Show me your...
#dark
#fire
#hell #rhyming
#hell #rhyming
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Hell ain't so bad
Within the depths, where dreams come true
Echoes of hope, where Lucifer loves you
Flames dance, a delightful sight
Inferno whispers through the night
Freedom to say, a care-free state
On tranquil paths, no room for hate
Each laugh, a happy story
In hell's release, heartfelt glory
Pleasant nights, dawn will arise
Cool whispering flames, blue clear skies
A realm of pleasure, you'll never want to leave
In these delightful depths of hell, always believe
Echoes of hope, where Lucifer loves you
Flames dance, a delightful sight
Inferno whispers through the night
Freedom to say, a care-free state
On tranquil paths, no room for hate
Each laugh, a happy story
In hell's release, heartfelt glory
Pleasant nights, dawn will arise
Cool whispering flames, blue clear skies
A realm of pleasure, you'll never want to leave
In these delightful depths of hell, always believe
#devil
#happiness
#hell
#rhyming
#uplifting
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The Dark Between Hells
In realms 'twixt hells where shadows deep do dwell,
A place forsaken, ne'er by light adorned,
There lies a darkness darker than e'en Hell,
Where souls lament, by Heaven's grace forsworn.
No fiery pit, nor brimstone's searing flare,
But void eternal, still and void of sound,
Where echoes of despair do fill the air,
And restless spirits wander, lost, unbound.
In this abyss, 'twixt realms of doom and sin,
No hope doth shine, nor mercy doth descend,
For here the damned, their endless...
A place forsaken, ne'er by light adorned,
There lies a darkness darker than e'en Hell,
Where souls lament, by Heaven's grace forsworn.
No fiery pit, nor brimstone's searing flare,
But void eternal, still and void of sound,
Where echoes of despair do fill the air,
And restless spirits wander, lost, unbound.
In this abyss, 'twixt realms of doom and sin,
No hope doth shine, nor mercy doth descend,
For here the damned, their endless...
#heaven
#hell
#narrative
#religion
#WilliamShakespeare
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It Figures
It figures it would be be Britain First, you know
The riots, the Muslim Defense League
Machetes and hammers, with two tiered justice
Riots are simply the voice of the unheard
Thought it would be America first, but that's coming
The Fourth Turning won't be pretty, "making sausage" never is
Luckily, Londonstan is secure - won't tolerate riots there
The dog days of summer have come alive
The second sun and second sight aren't needed
To see putting a lid on things won't fix what's stewing
And open borders is whats stewing everywhere in...
The riots, the Muslim Defense League
Machetes and hammers, with two tiered justice
Riots are simply the voice of the unheard
Thought it would be America first, but that's coming
The Fourth Turning won't be pretty, "making sausage" never is
Luckily, Londonstan is secure - won't tolerate riots there
The dog days of summer have come alive
The second sun and second sight aren't needed
To see putting a lid on things won't fix what's stewing
And open borders is whats stewing everywhere in...
#hell
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Elysium
Mourning air whispering 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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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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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 ...
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 ...
#curse
#freedom
#hell #TruthOfLife
#hell #TruthOfLife
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