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.
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 12:53pm
26th Nov 2024 12:53pm
Made Only of Flesh
All that is my life is made of flesh that yearns for satisfaction. My actions are a testament to the pursuit of carnal indulgence. I've danced with temptation, embraced the sweet, searing touch of lust, and reveled in the ecstasy of the flesh.
A recent brush with death brings the question of what lies beyond this existence. Teachings of old speak of sowing and reaping, of flesh and spirit, of temporal pleasure and eternal reward. They warn of eternal punishment in the fires of hell.
But what if their predictions of eternity are wrong?
What if the body of my...
A recent brush with death brings the question of what lies beyond this existence. Teachings of old speak of sowing and reaping, of flesh and spirit, of temporal pleasure and eternal reward. They warn of eternal punishment in the fires of hell.
But what if their predictions of eternity are wrong?
What if the body of my...
#hell
#lust
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3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 12:46pm
24th Nov 2024 12:46pm
Mingle Hells
Jingle bells, the night prevails,
the skull full of vodka sways.
Through the snow the spirits flow
in a haze of holiday craze.
Silent nights with blurry sights.
Laughter echoes in the air.
Raise a toast to the ghost
of memories we all share.
Cheers to friends and to the ends
of bottles lined in a row.
In the glow let it show.
The warmth of hearts we know.
Jingle bells, the story tells
of nights both wild and bright.
With the skull full of vodka
we toast to the festive light.
the skull full of vodka sways.
Through the snow the spirits flow
in a haze of holiday craze.
Silent nights with blurry sights.
Laughter echoes in the air.
Raise a toast to the ghost
of memories we all share.
Cheers to friends and to the ends
of bottles lined in a row.
In the glow let it show.
The warmth of hearts we know.
Jingle bells, the story tells
of nights both wild and bright.
With the skull full of vodka
we toast to the festive light.
#alcohol
#Christmas
#hell
#holiday
#lies
98 reads
8 Comments
eleven_mashariki
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 6:46am
22nd Nov 2024 6:46am
Here Goes
A big secret
have I
and, I can't
live with it
any longer.
Here goes...
Well
Everyday,
I witness
a miracle
and, I mean
Every...single...day
Every night
after the hornbill shuts
I fall asleep
as if to die.
Then,
I delve deep...
Sometimes deeper
into an alien world.
Every morning
just after
thanksgiving,
When birds offer
their sacrifices
with melodious chirps
I wake.
Here goes...
Well
How is it?
That...
have I
and, I can't
live with it
any longer.
Here goes...
Well
Everyday,
I witness
a miracle
and, I mean
Every...single...day
Every night
after the hornbill shuts
I fall asleep
as if to die.
Then,
I delve deep...
Sometimes deeper
into an alien world.
Every morning
just after
thanksgiving,
When birds offer
their sacrifices
with melodious chirps
I wake.
Here goes...
Well
How is it?
That...
#heaven
#hell
#utopia
75 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:30am
22nd Nov 2024 3:30am
A Journey to Gehenna and Back Again
#dark
#death
#hell
#memories
#spiritual
42 reads
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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
111 reads
3 Comments
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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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 11:15am
11th Nov 2024 11:15am
Humanity....
Humanity: ones' "important" untill they're not; ones' not "important" untill they are.... if ones' ever acknowledged as "important"....sharing or opposing "beliefs"; one could only wonder why an extinction level event hasn't yet taken place to end all suffering once and for all; a species whom co-exists for the sake of the machine.
#apocalypse
#family
#hell
#humankind
#LifeCycle
146 reads
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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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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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
65 reads
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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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