Best Devils Poems


Premium Member Devils Deadly Dime

Devils deadly dime

The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I found.
Its all mine, I asked for the devils hand that time.
Echoes in my head, bounded by a screaming sound.
Paying for a forgotten crime,
on what comes around goes around.

A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime.
Jumping off the merry-go-round!
Encouraged by the devil,
 the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme. 
Now the world is measured by my blood level.

The devils delight feasted on my youth before I hit my prime.
Bashing my mind, with thoughts implanted by evil.
Entering the day with no beauty to my sublime.
Begging him to remove this anvil!

He laughed while he cursed me with a favor for a favor.
A fallout so violently in this world not civil.
One can only lust on the taste that only he can savor.
Hanging out  by the swings wounding me with prey,
on two victims to his delicious flavor.
I climb my way to teach a lesson in hate not love.
Two siblings who always scream for each other.
Giggling as I offered each a push and a shove.
Stopping they give each other a big hug.
Defeating and proving love is a stronger disease
The devil wicked eyes looking  at me like a bug.
Clawing at my inner guts with remorse that he will win this war.
Until another day one skips the penny, 
and begs a poor fool like the devil for his dime.
Tossing heads for his tail when times hits rock bottom.
I will stray away from his deadly reaction time.
He will not own my soul so freak'em,
and his greedy deadly beg of a dime.


by;pd

Premium Member The Devils Riddle

The Devils Riddle


Dark is the night
Dark is the soul
Dark is the heart that used to glow

Empty are the rainbows falling from the skies
Empty of the spirits when the darkness flies by
Empty is the treasure chest of dreams long gone

Tombs hold secrets of mysteries past
Tombs hold the dark to ensure it will endure
Tombs full of treasures are barren at last

Stones are grey in silence they sit
Stones are markers of the dark run amiss
Stones look up to overcast skies



   death looks down, the final curtain call
   smirks and winks, I will soon have you all
   dark and empty you shall soon be enslaved
   to the mysteries of dark empty ways
   there is no final place that you shall rest



emoH the angel of death has declared
“oN graves the trumpets play as I shall sing”

Premium Member The Devils Mugshot

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                                        y              o
                                        ue           ve
                                       rwo          nde
                                       red          wha
                                      the             loo
                                     ksli             kein
                                    theli            ghtha
                                    rdto              sayi
                                  only see  hi   matnigh
                                  takeshapeyouknowoth
                                erpeoplesformevenanima
                               lsanythingtobeinthenormhe
                              llcometoandtrytodealdonteve
                              rdoityouwontgetanappealhell                           
                             offeranythingtoeverythingtoge
                             tyoutosignthenhelldanceaways
                             tartto  singthetradesee  mscoo
                             land     nditwillbefunw     henp
                            aym   e   ntisdueyour    s   ouli
                            sdo   ney  oucanbeli     ev   em
                           eors    a    yitsmyimag    i    nati
                          onbut       whenhecome       stoge 
                         tyoutherewillbenohestitionthelakeof
                          fireyoucanfeeltheheatandsmellthe 
                           burningmeattorturedsoulsevery 
                             wher eitswaytolatetobew are 
                               any   kindoftorturethe   nh 
                               ewil    lgiveyoutohisd    em 
                               onsw     henhesthro     ugh 
                                 itwil       lbepainl       ike 
                                  youn                      eve 
                                   rknewyouwillscreaman 
                                     dwishforittobedoneb 
                                       butyourpainmyfri 
                                         hasonlybegund 
                                           ontworryyou 
                                             rnottheon 
                                               lyoneim 
                                                 done
© Jay Moore  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Devils Throat

natures power waits
not for man... but for blessings
from the Great Spirit 



....................................
inspired by Ruben's awesome haiku, "Iquazu Falls"

Devils Favorite Things

How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, The evil deserves evil
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons 
God has a scale where He weighs & sits 
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Now turn to your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

To be right there's no wrong, the righteous are morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the backbone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The -able are ignorant and unstable 
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the stronghold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

The battle of truth lies in the beheading of lies
The Righteous must write us 
For justice to be just to us and right us
Bleeding thoughts to think, words to ink
Carving insight to push sanity to the brink
Punching Intel, in mind, for knowledge to sink
Unfold stories consoled foretell tails told
Today's prophets profit profits with souls they forfeit
Crumbling towers with warped foundations
Ripping families but cursed lives they’re facin’
Losing the troubleshooting; uprooting with a booting
Bearing false fruits flawed brings
Now play with your devil’s favorite things 
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

Premium Member Devils Fill Churches

Devils Fill Churches


Say the ones from outside
I, on the other hand find sanctuary
From liberals who tell me how I must think
I only wish peace, good will and a wee bit of gods drink
I open my arms
I hug the entire world
I know there is evil and I know there is good
The paths are many, and I love those who see
Is not the path, but the destination and the destiny

I know I am human
I know I have sinned
I know that we all are made up of same universal cloth
I know, I know nothing, nothing at all
Other than kindness and to love others big or small
Like brothers and sisters together we stand tall

I am humbled when I see the poorest of humanity
Offer me comfort and his only blanket
I may not know what is up there in the stars
I know that kindness is never wrong here or on Mars

I love science and knowledge
I love the diversity of life
Yet some call me evil without ever knowing
The inner beauty in us all, that in the dusk of the evenings
You can see nature’s gifts and the universe still dreaming
Faith you see in not about gods calling
Faith is about the goodness of all of us collectively
Humanity

From sea to see


Premium Member One Devils Silent Scream

One sleeps
	The other cries

One wakes
	The other dies



One slumbers as a nervous moon weeps
The pain slowly creeps and ebbs away

One wakes at the rising sun
Torment invades, inflicting anew

Twenty fours black roses
Hours of the thorn

We laugh, stabbed by flower's scorn
Pain inflicted, by day and by years

He from a tormented hell, 
Me hanging from anxieties moon

Scourge grabbing us by the throat
Agony is a universal rickety boat

Life is so beautiful
For the very few

We, of the other side
All suffer along with you

Hugging the pain
Limping in the rain

Letters and words they soothe
The aches they never fully lose

Twenty four poisonous roses
Thorns inflicting horrendous terror

Never ending  story
We eat our destiny, and retain no glory

Devils Fog

where did you say you're from?
south Dakota or freezing New York? 
I ain't got a dime to spare you,
but I'll offer you a ride on my wagon.

you better not be staying here long, 
have you heard the humours about 
the fog? 
thick as night on a bright sunny 
spot,
mutilated cattles but not a single 
drop of blood! 

and then we have those ghostly 
shucks!
for centuries these parts have no 
history of red eyes coyotes,
and what about those eerie lights 
hovering at devils arc, 
too steep for any mortal man to 
climb and mess around.

if you're new in these part of town,
wait no more and get the hell out 
fast,
no one here gonna take your word,
even if you say you saw Elvis here!

I'll be Damm if you live to see the 
next day,
and now sunny what did you say 
your name was?
my mommy used to warned me not 
to pick up strangers,
she used to say they could be the 
red eye demons.

why just last week my neighbour 
jimmy,
got his neck snaped back like dried 
old sticks,
and he's 6 foot 300 pound massive 
fellow!
rumours had it that he pick up 
some stranger in these woods 

say I forgot to ask you something 
boy, 
just where are you heading to? 
oh shucks and what ill time to have,
here comes those Damm thick fog 
now.....

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Gail Angel Doyle
You're In A Horror Movie
Contest

Devils Blood

A tale of one mans rage:

I listen to shattered voices
and trembling fearful screams
rattling my inner conscious
corrupting once vibrant dreams

A stream of words trapped inside
left hidden for so long
escape with a sudden fury
in that moment I was wrong

The alcohol in my system
enhanced this primal rage
smacking her down emotionally
my actions very strange

Its like I stepped outside myself
watching this violence transpire
I only wanted to talk
but my actions did not inspire 

Physically I may have struck her
but I honestly don't remember
with the devils blood surging my veins
intensifying my temper

Now i'm filled with agony
and torment for what i'd done
now I must rise above it 
for my daughter and my son




For TA:
Dedicated to a wonder father who had finally reached his limit.  
After so long, and so much abuse, he SNAPPED...


JP...........7/10/06

Apple of the Devils Eye

I’m on my 6th fifth by the fourth
And of course I’m all alone
The voices inside my head
Keep me company since you’ve gone

Some call me stoned
Others say I’m high
But if the bottom of the barrels good
Then I guess I’ve touched the sky

I keep holding on, to this guilt deep inside 
Every drink helps fuel the cold hard truth
As the memories help me die
And I guess that’s why I might
Be the apple of the devils eye

First it was temptation that lead me down that road
Next thing I know I’m driving there solely on my own 
What’s right is right,yet every night, I know I’m in the wrong 
Down and out on empty with a soul that has no home

I keep holding on, to this guilt deep inside 
Every drink fuels the cold hard truth
As the memories help me die
And I guess that’s why I might
Be the apple of the devils eye...

Yes I know I’ll lose this fight
I see no end in sight

I’m the apple of the devils eye....

I’m the apple of the devils eye

I Am Both the Lord and Devil

I am he ..your lord above
I gift you life...and give you love. 
And just as easy I can take away
In deaths arriving your lifestyle decay.

But I am he....the God of sin
And I can steal your deepest thoughts within.
For instance am he the devil too
But also God of heavensilence skies so blue

So my warning to you with words of vision 
I let you into the my secrets of the life ro you ive given.
Be kind and true to yourself and others
And take example from the earth's being lyrics mothers
Whom nurture care and give there very all
To their gifted children kept within the hearts high wall.

The challenges faced in lifes anot uphill struggle
To see how you cope with circumstances Inot the life you juggle 

So be the best you can to all
Don't be a badNess in your downfall
Treat others as you'd like to be treated
And rewards will come when evil sins been cheated

Remember dearly those words I've spoken
If you stand a chance in deaths departing to be forgiven
And with these words I say to you
I wish you wealth and happiness in the paths you pursue
     BY ANNA SABRINA TATE 09TH OCTOBER 2019.
© Anna Tate  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Our Mind Is the Devils Hiding Place

I asked my wife to stop living 
In a world that's just(me,me,me)
So she could get a glimpse of a different world
That she could never see
For the first week or two it really seemed to take effect
Then I began to notice something 
From that slight case of neglect
One day her anger raged
As if she was "hiding the devil inside"
I guess there was no place left for him 
Inside of her to hide
I reminded her of that attitude
She was useing with a flare
That was when she explode saying,
"I don't F'ing care"

My heart was pierced and my words 
Could no longer flow
I was a passenger in the car 
So I had nowhere left to go
The car went silent
Not a single word was left to be said
Though I sure had plenty words
Bouncing around in my head

Then she said "Why are we arguing?
"I really hate fighting with you?"
With a smile :o) I said "It's the devil"
"And that's what he wants us to do!"
As I sighed to release the anger 
That was brewing up inside
I realized my heart was a sacred place
Where the devil,just can't hide



Dannyboy Kearley:10-31-12

Hell Is Empty and All the Devils Are Here

She says the sun shines
And the moon and stars are bright
With you in the world
It seems that ‘Hell is empty
And all the devils are here’

For Frank’s Shakespeare quotation contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Her Gentle Love-The Devils Echo Style

~Her Gentle Love~
(The Devil's Echo)


Mother's love is the best,best,best
Sweetest one I know
She cares more than the rest,rest, rest
Mother's love just glow

For you she truly cares,cares,cares
Today and each day
She takes more than she bears,bears,bears
Do that then just pray

Mothers thru hard test go,go,go
So much for you do
They're best friends and that's so,so,so
They love you each day.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016



April.06.2016


~Author's Notes:

The "Devil's Echo" is a poetry style created by John Henson.

This is a tribute from my heart  to all the mothers in this world.

Gods and Devils

Gods in time have come and gone
To salvage life for the forlorn
And Christians came from Jewish lore
A prophet from the Middle East
To spread the word and aid the poor

Then demons arose to fill the seed
The yin and yang of good and bad
A fallen angel dueled with God
Then forced to spend his life in Hell
He knew the human will so well
To compete with God in collecting souls
And weaken man’s will and destroy their goals
To seek the power of the mind
In modern days he changed his suit and 
and sits upon a business throne
The Devil exists in the spirit or not
To erode all man’s faith and cause it to rot
To retreat for a time then return once again

So lift your hands up in the air
And say a universal pray
And coalesce with just your faith
Gods and Devils are always here
And we are left but to compare
That human life is pure in heart
And we can end what Devils start

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