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.
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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scatteredsilence
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:54pm
16th Oct 2024 1:54pm
Infestation (alt)
Watching through tubes
I’m pornographically yours
Come spread your legs a little
Penetrate me with all your inflated being
That I might feel you ripping me apart
Please fulfil my inner craving
Bleed me to the point of death
Ruin whatever is still recognisable
Lay me down corrupted
Engulfed by treacherous hands
Infected beyond the restrictions of this night
I’m a shattered shell
Crushed by brutal plans
Forced to gag against your evolution
Splitting all I ever was
Shattering everything
All hope...
I’m pornographically yours
Come spread your legs a little
Penetrate me with all your inflated being
That I might feel you ripping me apart
Please fulfil my inner craving
Bleed me to the point of death
Ruin whatever is still recognisable
Lay me down corrupted
Engulfed by treacherous hands
Infected beyond the restrictions of this night
I’m a shattered shell
Crushed by brutal plans
Forced to gag against your evolution
Splitting all I ever was
Shattering everything
All hope...
#death
#hell
#porn
138 reads
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
72 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
146 reads
2 Comments
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
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
78 reads
0 Comments
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
87 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
59 reads
0 Comments
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
81 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
106 reads
4 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 4:44am
25th Aug 2024 4:44am
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
92 reads
2 Comments
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