Best Devilish Poems
Saddam Hussein has outlived all adjectives,
A demagogue, an anti-Christ, a dictator
Was he the hero larger-than-life images
A tyrant, Baghdad butcher, a monster.
Raising one’s voice against him will result in,
One’s daughter raped before his own eyes
Even they can lead a Kurdish woman
To sell her body to feed her two kids
One leader for heroism lampooned as a clown,
The Second, no doubt, a salesman of used cars.
The third, waging bloody wars, seeks the crown,
Fake cries, political motives, baking their breads
Undoubtedly it is about the politics of oil surely
Man who raised Saddam became a Saddam purely?.
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Third Place winner
Contest: Devil made me do it by Thvia Jetley
Categories:
devilish, political,
Form:
Sonnet
He said, "Hello". I Said, "Who are you?"
He said, "I am the Devil".
I said, "C'mon man. You're not on the level".
He said, "Yes, I am".
"I can't talk to you. My morals forbid".
The Devil said, "You just did."
"No I didn't", I said.
"Yes, you did".
I shut my mouth and stopped scoffing.
As he vanished, I heard him laughing.
Categories:
devilish, religion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The waves roar.
But you can't drown out the voice.
You can't handle any more.
See you have a choice.
Down to the depths of the churning sea.
Or up the sky's where you can be free.
She sits on a rock.
Not an inch to be moved.
Her gaze you have locked.
But your heart's yet to be soothed.
Her call beckons.
And you know you've lost.
The rocks are your reckoning.
You're life is the cost.
See this is what happens when you mess with.
Death.
This is your fate if you listen.
To the devilish sirens song.
Categories:
devilish, betrayal, boat, death, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
The devilish chocolate cake entices me to devour
I want to resist, the temptation just too much
Teasing me with layers of heavenly chocolate, black, milk and white
Texture reminiscent of the finest velvet
Sending every sensory nerve into submission
Its moist sponge is ready and waiting
The twang of red berry jam compliments the sweetness
Beads of sweat appear on my brow
As I relish in the flavours so divine
Pure indulgence aplenty, I savour every mouthful
Cloaked in a creamy chocolate delight
Each slice contains a billion calories or more
I don't care, it was so worth it, no crumb left unturned
And I sit back with a completely satisfied smile
25 September 2015
Categories:
devilish, addiction, chocolate,
Form:
Free verse
she tread around me with
such mock care
with a stifled grin she asked if i was sure
with a teasing voice she narrowed her eyes
and looked as deep as she dare
perfumed and adorned but as alluring as
her spanish leather truth
so like a fool i made sure much to her delight
for
dance on the head of a red hot pin
dance on the heart of darkness with a devilish grin
the empty promise of her touch is as good as sin
for
she wears the apparel of luxuriant garden
but delinquent her self esteem like rose petals
fall scented to the illusionary waters of her dry as bone desert heart
she entices me with beckoning gestures
in this wilderness of heat
in this place of madness
for
as i lay now alone in her aftermath
i dream a dream of her that will be mine alone
long after the candles have died
i forgive myself
as i think would she
and live now to dream my dream
live now
for
Categories:
devilish, animal, december, gothic, green,
Form:
Free verse
Rumours and chaos, cities made a battle ground
Killing innocent ones, with a bedevil mind around
Why not we unite to eradicate corruption in minds
Bedevil the politics beholders and their devilish kinds
Times is raising an alarm for education to decide
To go for right or still let the world wear piteous sight
Poets and artists create to listen the deep said words
What will eternally reside will be stories of true swords
Bedevil each devil who pretends Holy wearing white
Let our souls rule wake up to enlighten with blissful light!
Categories:
devilish, angst, life, peace, political,
Form:
Rhyme
He looked down on the flock,
Did the raven from his perch.
He watched them in their finery,
Paying homage to their church.
His beady eyes stared,
Cold, and black as sin.
He let out a hellish squawk
When they started singing hymns.
The louder that the gathered sang,
The louder did he get.
He echoed all around the church,
In a devilish duet.
As it reached a crescendo,
The vicar shouted "halt"
The gathered raised their eyes,
And looked up to the vault.
What was glaring down at them,
Sent shivers down their spines.
The raven, still squawking
Was mocking the divine.
In the pews, a cry went up,
"It's the devils bird"
All of them were terrified,
Frightened cries were heard.
He flew across the church,
The congregation blanched.
He landed on the holy cross,
And used it as a branch.
Enraged, the vicar cried aloud
"Begone you bird from hell"
So it flew up to the tower,
And alighted on the bell.
Then pandemonium struck,
There rose a mighty scream.
For the raven, he looked down and screeched
"HAPPY HALLOWEEN !"
Entry for - Could You Please poetry contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings 10/10/2017
Categories:
devilish, fear, halloween, horror, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
her face bears an angelic look
it is her smile
that slightly impious smile
which gives her a devilish bearing
that smile, that beguiling smile
warm and altogether pixyish
still, it
whispers of midnight fantasies
and daylight delights
oh yes, it is the mouth, the smile
giving the impression
of dark, sensuous pleasures
and fleshly longings
as the halo hoverin' o'er her head
she looks down lustily and slightly tilts it
even angels can be enticed
Categories:
devilish, feelings, lust,
Form:
Free verse
Breathing depression since my birth
Providence one day whispered in ear
Thoughts itself turned face to mirth
Followed the witch leaving back fear
Reverted the opponent’s good time
Noises kept darkness lit to proceed
Future assures only power no pine
Horny lady plotted map to succeed
Mischievous figure looked so divine
The lessons like prophesy of delight
From nobody to a regime of mine
Thy chapters taught scheming fight
Sinister eyes but transforming my life
Dire alluring acts meant fun no strife!
Categories:
devilish, life, political, time
Form:
Sonnet
Your love was not a flower
That settled on my heart
Your love had the power
To rip my soul apart
You tore into my life
Baring teeth and slashing claws
Your words cut like a knife
Deep into my hallowed halls
Searing into my brain
You screamed you love me
Those words drove me insane
And cut my chains and set me free
Your crushing grip upon my heart
Your mesmeric glaring stare
Now is the time to start
Our bloody violent love affair
Into eternity our blood will flow
Shattering screams amidst the stars
While cuts and bites and bruises show
My love for you will leave its scar
These blinding thoughts of you
Crippling my strong resolve
My fury cutting through
This bloodied haze called love
Love me now and evermore
Beautiful and devilish creature
You have cut me to the core
Beautiful and devilish creature
Categories:
devilish, beautiful, dark, love, passion,
Form:
Quatrain
Past demons can find a way
Of darkening a sunny day
Leading you through a bad door
You once closed and locked before
Never walking past the threshold
That once turned you bitter cold
From things on the other side
That you've been trying to hide
From new family and good friends
Hoping it would be the end
Of this evil that can take
The strongest man and make him break
Enticing you with drugs and drink
Gambling and other things
Turning your world into horror
These demons have all the power
Taking over every aspect
Of a life you tried to fix
Never leaving you to rest
Every day they try and test
All your will power and strength
You just want to beat and win
These vices that are dark and evil
Haunting you until you feel
Your urges can't be controlled
But be strong and do not fold
You can make it and defeat
This devil always at your feet
Categories:
devilish, addiction, drink, evil, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
My non-languaged son sleeps with angels
by night,
flying
swimming sometimes erotic exotic
running free of AFOs and walker
dreams of past multiculturing sights
and warm glow-voiced sounds
of healthy richness.
What could it mean to him
to sleep with devils by day,
poking and teasing,
singing and dancing,
inviting his attention and participation
across his bedroom floor,
breathing in his non-verbal ear
to say
Hello,
I love you,
as life our abundantly resonant self
My son can hear this perfect love
embracing spoken life.
We should all become such
wise internal listeners of
warm nurture voices
speaking mutually-held external warm light
seeking power of
BasicCommons indigenous neuroconsciousness.
My son would become a Bodhisattva Messiah,
were he capable of maturing images to memory
of communication systems less than ecstatic
beloved community of Angels by night,
DNA/RNA EarthHolonic BeLonging Community
of eco-political democratic family
by sacred healthy day.
Now if the rest of us
could just catch what he has,
in part
because we feel free to return
his open-handed love as co-empathic presence,
what a remarkably wonderful cooperative world
we would remember to see
each time we look at,
and listen carefully to,
a human mindbody tree
as another bicamerally
economic ecosystemic
egologically nurturing
MeWe be
Doing the best Me can
given the receptive light
and powers
We have to work with
cooperative together,
rather than failing
neurodiversely apart.
me.
Categories:
devilish, culture, earth, family, humanity,
Form:
Political Verse
The Art of the Devilish Deal
By Mark D. Stucky
Did Trump sell his soul to the devil in 2016?
As his part of the deal, could he lie, preen, cheat, and tweet?
Could he distort, divide, deny, demean, demolish, and destroy?
Could he make even a pandemic worse through criminal negligence?
Is the devil in the details of the deal?
Trump was understandably loved by hate-spewing supremacists,
but why also by family-values evangelicals?
How could so many lose their minds…and still not regain them?
Were brains washed sudsy clean by social media and Fox News?
If Trump did make the sale, was it an artful deal?
Was he even still using his soul anyway?
Would the devil desire such a shriveled thing?
For a chance to destroy democracy,
wouldn’t Putin and Satan have worked pro bono?
Has anyone’s devilish deal
ever worked well long-term?
What will Trump ultimately do
when that bad soul loan comes due?
(See also my poems "The 2023rd Psalm," "Bathing with Bathsheba," "Antisocial Media," and "Tweeting the Truth in Love.")
(Image by andibreit on Pixabay.)
Categories:
devilish, bible, humorous, parody, political,
Form:
Free verse
A wretched bitter after taste
Engulfs my now dry mouth
My swollen tongue
No longer able to manuever with freedom
Lips scorched with schaffing skin
Revealing my raw flesh from your lips
Hampering from forever kissing another
Categories:
devilish, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
"If I could," quoth the cherub.
"I would ~
eat carob"
Categories:
devilish, angel, desire, food,
Form:
Rhyme