Best Diabolical Poems
Insane
All of us
The two of us
The ménage of us
The rain drops fall inside our heads
Just the two of us
Crazy deluded creatures
crawling in the attics of darkness
Breathing, gasping, hold on, hold tight
The air becomes a precious bond
Little one dances in the wind
Precious dreams in white padded rooms
Adam and Eve and serpent roam
The halls of the diabolical
Wondering where I have been?
I am all of you
Mirrors on the wall
Can you not all see?
We are all me and you
Insane inside mindless heads
Random mutterings
Broken bottles
Gods stolen promises
Contracts broken in the night
Insane we are
All of us
From Adam to Dawn
Holding hands for better days
Dying to be uninsane
Wishing raindrops go up not down
ATEN shall again shower us
With sunny days
Dedicated to someone here who told me once, “I am just…………. Well I say you are just a brilliant poet”
Fiddle Dee Dee Scarlet says when asked to nap with the other girls
I want to party she argues, dancing with her feet, her hair in curls
She sneaks down to where the men are and takes Ashley off
Expressing her love which is rebuffed, she hears a man’s cough.
It is that renegade, Rhett Butler, who is a scoundrel and a scamp.
You are no gentleman sir she says, and flounces off in a stamp.
Rhett is immediately smitten, and decides to woo this little pretty.
The Yankees are coming, Civil War is taking a toll on Atlanta’s city.
Belle from the brothel gives money to Melanie for the troops.
Melanie is Ashley's wife; she, takes it with appreciation, no hoops.
Scarlet marries sister’s beau, Mr. Kennedy when she sees he is rich.
Scarlet is truly a conniving, self-centered, diabolical b……
Gone with the Wind has humor and laughter and heartache galore.
I would ask that you read it yourself before I spoil it by telling you more
What demons lurk in government leaders?
Our lives like toys to play and discard?
Hearts frozen in fear
Snakes coiled to strike
Gas or virus, from enemies within
You may overcome us, sicken and slay
But remember the 3%, from
Revolutionary days!
I stand with my brothers, to the last man
Hell hath no fury
Like an American band!
Rock from the streetcorners!
Resistence is strong!
Gabriel's horn section
Angels sing along!
Through smoke and the tears
God fights at our side
His grace will sustain us
His love will survive!
Now join with me brothers
Sisters come too!
You won't want to miss
This concerts for you!
04/27/13
Curiosity
Characteristically
Diabolical
Planned Parenthood’s Diabolical Money Maker!!!
The most heinous crime that has been demonically inspired
surely came from Hell below;
tearing an unborn helpless baby from inside his mother’s womb
and just when you think this country couldn’t sink – no! Not that low!!!
The pain these babies must go through
having their tiny arms and legs torn off,
then having their precious little heads crushed and their
tiny organs, sold to the highest bidder on the auction block!
America!!! America!!! What has happened to you that
you let and pay that these abominable crimes could go on;
if we are not safe within our mother’s wombs
neither are we safe in a grocery store line!
Our God is not blind to these events as the people doing
these dastardly acts may think,
no, one day they will stand before Him saying, “I didn’t know it was wrong”,
“why their organs went to research”, and all the while the “unwashable” blood
was still on their hands!
Did you know PP employees and Doctors, did you know that your heart
and your conscience have totally been seared possibly for the entirety of your life?
Would you not flinch or care if someone took hold of your children for research
or possibly your husband or even your wife?
Oh, it is not for the money you would say, no it is
for the good of all mankind,
why your children have lived long enough and you’ve had a
lengthy marriage, so now, it is time for the good of research that you be sacrificed!
Planned Parenthood, you have taken this country down to Hell with you
more than likely, there is no coming back now,
for the blood of millions of babies is crying out to our God, crying and crying and crying!!! Open your hearts and ears and you might will be able to hear that sad sound!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
July 28, 2015
My poetry is utterly deadly, it effects people in so many bizarre ways.
It is like a demonic medley, leaving the reader in a drug enhanced haze.
My poetry is hypnotically unique, it takes readers places they've never been.
I have poets sweating my technique, and wanna taste my corruptive sin!
My poetry is diabolically insane, it was created in the very bowels of hell.
The couplets left a trail of bloodstain along the corridors of Satan's fiery cell!
My poetry will catch you on fire, burning you from the inside out.
My words will wrap you in barbed-wire, leaving scratches like you've been in a
twelve round bout!
My poetry journeyed beyond the bottomless pit, searching the worlds atmosphere.
My adjectives make a reader vomit, leaving a stomach tumor for a souvenir!
My poetry will incinerate your mind, and leave you for buzzards to eat.
Metaphors stay locked and confined, which makes me the highest paid poetic
athlete!
My poetry will be remembered as "legendary," so engrave that on my tombstone.
This stanza is not ordinary, and I will remain on my diamond encrusted throne!
My poetry is like a drug overdose, this poem is unlike anything you've ever heard!
With this couplet, I'll bring this poem to a close, so never forget my diabolical words!
The diabolical face of humankind
might as well be that of the shark-looking grook
with a very large mouth and an extraterrestrial look;
he reads the thick magic spell books of wizards
trying to learn every imaginable trick and go wild...
turning helpless humans into lizards!
Written on 2/ 15/ 2016
Diabolical in determination and deed,
Angel with an angle,
his weapon, a bevel-blade tongue
wise and powerful, but
with a major psychosis-
he desired the worship of his Creator.
Diablo, evil embodied, the devil
Delusion? Illusion? I can be like God
His resolution: raised leverage
one-third of the angels rushed to his side
fiendish fragment of his imagination
He faltered, he failed; he fell.
Derelict cast from heaven
His die is cast; He will in due time receive
his just due, a sinkhole, the pit of hell
Death will die but he will not.
June 9, 2019
Kai Michael Neumann's contest: Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Climate change became a World
Popular song sung by millions
Of people who are praising
The scientists, mediums,
Wizards and ignoring
Prophets of most
High God.
Was the climate change the reason
Of the recent disaster in Brazil?
When some blasphemous blasphemed
The Lord in some part of Brazil recently,
God got angry and sent heavy
Rains and strong winds which caused
More floods, many people, animals
And things were destroyed.
It was so easy for millions
Of people to understand the cause
Of the disasters which hit Brazilians
Two days after blaspheming the Lord,
But they found very hard to understand
The origin of many disasters which always
Hit the USA and some other countries.
If it is not God the origin of those disasters
Who else always brought those terrible
Winds which had been given names
By some scientists in the World?
The world is really scammed
Standing on millions tricks
Of some professional intelligent crooks
Who are part of the World 's controllers.
When God wanted to destroy Nineveh
Jonah was sent to the King with the message
King heard the prophecy,
Followed the instructions of God
And they were saved.
How many prophets spoke
About the anger of God and the disasters
To come because of disrespecting God.
Many people are lied, continue to sing
"Climate Change" and forgeting
about the punishment of God
because of their billions wrong-
deeds which continue frustrating
the Creator.
Leaders of World ,
It is time to turn back to God
And stop some diabolical worships
Which always pushed God to prove
His anger against many people.
April 09/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
A moment
to catch a breath and sigh;
A moment
to pause and shout a cheer;
A moment
to just smile and cry;
A moment
to welcome the healing tear;
Yet, it remains a moment
that’s not without lingering fear.
While the symbolism of racist bigotry
may have disappeared;
So many of its ghostly practices
still remain adhered.
So, don’t forget that flag’s history;
but remember its legendary praxis.
True note: I was married and pregnant, supposed to go to Alaska with my husband. The Senior Chief looks at me and actually says: Did you ever think of having an abortion?
Another loved one was in danger of a similar happening.
Thus I take the subject very seriously, as a mother bear protects her young from villains.
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.
— YOU CANNOT HIDE by Panagiota Romios
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.*
It’s a magic trick, the saw across the horse.
Arms hanging out of holes, the head too —
they’re spent. Hashtag to all the humans we hate.
Shall we toss the pieces into the garbage salad
or wrap them up to go — oh how awe-fully
the chef describes the seasonings of life.
Oh the madness! The insanity! The genius
hides behind the curtain — it’s curtains,
over pried open knees meant for love and delivery.
Instead…
a cutout of a paper doll, a shadow of evil
as the puppeteers break out in applause
and the screams are hidden unto judgment day.
4/14/2020
Permission given by Panagiota to use her poetry line.
A DIABOLICAL CRISIS
Rhino, rhino, rhino,
Encroach, encroach, encroach,
Approach, approach, approach,
Poach, poach, poach!
Lion, lion, lion,
Die, die, die,
Why, why, why,
Cry, cry, cry!
Elephants, elephants, elephants
Fear, fear, fear,
Near, near, near,
Tear, tear, tear!
These 3 animals are killed for financial gain,
Let all the world hear so sanity will reign!
Diabolical
The fancy pride coming from envy is diabolical,
teasing with power to proof what is essential.
Democratic values diminishing by pretense,
ethical principles and its hollow essence.
When genius becomes diabolical by greed,
and the system is the mother of that seed.
Evil ridicules all faith and delivers only fears,
controlling all slaves to its pears.
Algorithms for phony addictions,
the machine and the sorcerers affection.
The circus of political manipulated innocence,
turns out to be a diabolical cunning consequence.
Unholy grimaces for the pleasure of false,
Mephisto’s presidency enriching his pals.
Diabolical liberties to seal all souls forever,
capital worshipper by adoration clever.
Finding location in the doubting eyes,
and through gossiping faces it flies.
Fast magic hands that hide the tricks,
endless boredom and the need for a fix.
The road is muddy, full of holes
a challenge when, a child, one strolls,
it would appear.
But set the toddler on that road;
might precious peace still more erode?
It could, I fear.
For like a magnet, they are drawn,
far faster than a fired neuron,
to an assault
on filthy water, rocks and dirt:
the piper calling for dessert.
Who can find fault?
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The Diabolo has two stanzas, 8a:8a:4b:8c:8c:4b 8d:8d:4e:8f:8f:4e.
In addition, the 4-syllable lines rhyme at syllables 2 and 4.
It was a DIABOLICAL night; trick-or-treaters as ALIEN to 2020 as anything.
No one on the street, jack-o-lanterns absent, no BLOOD curling scream.
What TRICKERY is this? Recently dug up previous sleeping VAMPIRES asked.
HALLOWEEN night, and no parents following children, heavily wine-flasked?
It is with a CAUTIONARY attitude I even tell you this sordid horrible tale.
An ABDUCTION of the regular festivities, caused by a pandemic’s loud wail.
Started in China by far-away bat FEASTING folk, whose identity is cloaked.
Ten months later, in America this is no joke as 225,000 have croaked.
A diabolical night, trick-or-treaters nowhere to be found on the street.
Candy consumed in houses by people who are almost too fearful to eat.
This is not the way Halloween is ever and I mean ever supposed to be.
We are practically PARALYZED, but we are doing the best to pretend normalcy.
The vampires, ghouls, ghosts and witches galore are waiting in the wings.
Hoping that next year we will return to our usual antics and holiday sings.
Optimistic we will experience this horribly depressingly abduction again,
Let’s pray this Covid-19 gets taken to a burial place, carried by galaxy wind.
Written 10-25-2020
Contest: Halloween Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Word bank: alien, vampires, Halloween, blood, trickery, abduction, feasting,
cautionary, paralyzed, diabolical