Best Eternal Damnation Poems
Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.
In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell in the shadows, a prisoner of everlasting night.
These lonely walls echo my silent screams,
As I fight with demons, trapped in dreadful dreams.
I reach out for redemption, but find none there,
In this self made prison, my remorseful soul lays bare.
For I am the architect of my own demise,
Sentenced to solitude, beneath storming skies.
Cramped within the confines of my own creation,
Condemned to a life of eternal damnation.
The jury was unanimous
Twelve cried out justice
Guilty
It was just before the changing hour
The hanging planned for quarter past midnight or so
The moon was full, the shining light exposing deaths dance
The grim reaper was ready, one more for his collection
I was ready for this moment
Ready to face my freedom and my death
Long ago, a mirror shattered into twelve pieces
Twelve faces who said I have to go
Twelve past the midnight hour
Sacred ghosts haunting twilight hours
Whiskey filling the soul soon to be departed
The hangman at the ready with a somber face
For his duties he did not so much embrace
This evening he knew the hanging would take all effort
Of spirit and determination
To send this one of to his eternal damnation
He was shivering and I sensed in fear
As I stared at him solemnly in the mirror
We both eye to eye knew this day would come
The hangman and me, conscious of the sum
So the note was neatly written
The whiskey bottle all alone, empty on the floor
I stood bravely or maybe cowardly
Upon the wooden chair
The rope I wrapped around I my neck
As the hangman in the mirror was in despair
I patted him on the back and said no worries my friend
This, you see is the end of it all
All that we ever both wished or dreamed
A week or two later
They found the hangman
A rope around his neck
Staring blanking in the mirror
A note on the bedside table
Told this story as you hear
A man with a broken heart
Hanged because of his own mutilated reflection
A dark angel writes in the air,
“There will be no tomorrow for you.”
Then puffs of shiny cloud ebb,
Ebony night surrounds me.
I tremble in fear.
I hover between now and never,
as if I'm traversing a rough river
on one bank: life, on the other: death.
I feel an ebbing of nothingness,
like gulping down bad breath,
or gasping in asphyxia,
between a being and non-being,
sandwiched between heaven and hell.
Which way must I go?
Lord make the right choice for me,
for I tremble in fear.
How oft had I been told,
hell is an illusion, don't believe!
Now it seems like reality and I fear.
I see my past, its rights and wrongs,
a sort of blind imbalance,
not a hair is lost.
Where is the illusion now?
Or worse is it delusion and regret,
that I could have achieved much more?
Thus I tremble in fear.
Spirals of fog surround me,
whirls of fatal mists envelop me,
a long dark tunnel with a faint light ahead.
But what lies at the end?
An ephemeral awakening or an eternal damnation?
What weapons are left for such a fight?
I can only give my soul up and pray:
O Lord, I trust in Thee.
I fear no more.
In these Days, We prayed series...
The 7enth innatemeditation
REASON
Brethren,
Do we believe that the same God,
Who has endowed us
With sense, intellect and Reason
Has intended us to forgo their use?
Thus,
A wise man who tells another he's wiser
Is indeed wise.
A man who wishes another good fortune
Is blessed with many fortunes,
Go ask a fortune teller.
A good woman once told my forebears
That a belle with a gladden heart
Was called maryglad in the OLD religion.
A preacher man in his thoughts
Is holy and righteous.
So he is therefore clean and spotless
Like the Lamb of God.
Well the few who knows this truth live peacefully
And Let his congregations argue with reason.
Is he not the son of God they know?
An angel (Reason) told me that the judgement
We face is writ
If only we chose to believe it.
He continued '
God loves man too much
To condemn him to eternal damnation'.
I then asked
"Why does the preacher man
keep this part a secret?"
He replied 'cause men have lost their ways,
And their little hearts are full of hatred'
A countryman who condoles mad rulership,
For greed and personal gains is himself mad.
Know that no man is born content
Religion and the constitution gives him
All he can ever ask for.
After all what else could a man ask for.
At the break of dawn
The night worker is again alive.
Last night, he died to self and lived
Sub consciously for his employer.
Don't argue with reason
Go ask a night guard.
Godwin henry osaigbovo pa shakespeare
The Heart of LOVE enveloped YOU and -- I
In the course of EVERLASTING LOVE I -- Failed
My minute blacken heart would not let you - In
Looking back through time I do see a Pure -- Life
The watches, Grandfather clocks of Time -- Running
Oblivious to the feeling of pain from Falling -- Down
Stumble over nothing along midnight Black -- Paths
Following an unseen grotesque horned being -- Leading
My uncleansed Soul across my Death’s river -- Toward
An Eternal Damnation living in a blazing Hot --- Hell
Dedicated To my POETRY Brother, Ruben Ortellao ( YOUR Turn )
Author's Note : This is a New Form of POETRY Dane-Ann and I are Trying
to get started We Call It " End Line Word POETRY "
Cut my veins
Drink my filth
Bite me
Corrupt me
Take me away
Make me whole
You are Satan’s Minion
I am your Eternal Damnation
Give me life, give me need
Cut my wrist and make me bleed
Through these veins dead blood flows
The sins of the heart breed jealous fiends, and dark desires.
Burning, bleeding wounds caused from blood lust and loneliness
Are the harbingers of sins of the heart. Let me die of broken spirit & destitute heart.
Let me die. Just let me die.
Blood is dripping to the floor
Feels much better, I hurt no more
I’m numb inside and feel no pain
One of these days I’ll empty my veins
Kill me
For my life Is meaningless
When the tar-soaked rain cascades from ominous clouds,
And the oceans roar with Poseidon’s might,
As the screaming ground heaves beneath your careless feet,
Will your deadly heart remember the last 39 minutes of my life?
When tears stained my scarred cheeks,
And I cried out to the heavens, scrambling for your hands,
But you ripped them away, leaving me to stand alone—
Knees shaking, feeling so frail,
Begging, pleading, breaking.
I can no longer taste hope,
Nor feel the warmth of light ignite my dreams.
Darkness swallows me, piece by piece.
Still, I called out your name, but only silence reverberated back.
I could feel Death's bony fingers wrap around my neck,
His black cloak covering every bit of my flesh,
Barely able to utter a sound,
And only the dying color of my eyes piercing through.
I look in your ruthless direction with fear,
But you turn your callous back toward me,
Letting me succumb to the pits of despair.
As my heartbeat stops and death takes its toll,
My spirit curses your unforgiving soul to eternal damnation.
The Enchantress with the Greenest of Eyes
This lady is quite lovely and most fascinating with the greenest of eyes,
And she’ll easily captivate and bewitch all men she meets with no surprise.
This lady has the reddest of hair, long and full, with such a lustrous sheen,
And with her soft skin and a nubile appearance she looks just like a queen.
This lady’s grace of movement and mellifluous voice are most charming,
Which makes her all the more enthralling to men and at once most disarming.
Now one can see why this Enchantress with her comely visage of pulchritude,
Can make easy work of the men she meets and mesmerizes with such certitude.
This reflects that some people in life are not what they always appear to be,
And this Enchantress wears such a mask hiding her true self—for no one to see.
Since this is the reality for men who fall for this lady while making their pitch;
It will be obvious to many of them over time that this Enchantress is a Witch!
For men who succumb to the spell of this Enchantress, it’s time to pay the Piper,
And so they will now meet the real person behind her mask who is Satan’s Viper!
With powers of sorcery and debauchery supreme this Enchantress sets her goals,
Which is to sow fear in her victims—bringing eternal damnation to their souls!
For men who might meet this Enchantress, don’t look deeply into her green eyes!
This deep look will lock your soul under her evil power and bring on your demise!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, January 20, 2015 (Rhyme)
Black Cat hath the coldest green eyes of most hideous evil
Which chilleth my blood, causeth me the greatest upheaval;
Darkness doth pervade this creature’s most gruesome gaze
Giveth me unbridled terror, leaveth my soul in an utter haze;
Lucifer himself giveth this black demon animal its dark life
Only to bringeth me a terrifying malediction of most evil strife;
Black Cat with its visage and its promise of eternal damnation
Seeketh for me its vilest of intention and its darkest tarnation;
I prayeth then Lord God, saveth all my eternal spirit and soul
And delivereth them on All Hallows’ Eve most sound and whole!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen,
Germany (October 8, 2014) (Rhyme poetic format)
Tomorrow is an illusion
It relies on assumption
Of the planet’s rotation
On the seasons’ migration
And the moon’s revolution
On man’s innovation
And his evolution
For his interpretation
Or insinuation
And theorisation
On Law’s of gravitation
Using invention
And his powers of investigation
And logical deduction
To step into a new dimension
Tomorrow is a delusion
Near fiction
The mind’s naive projection
Ideas in a flight simulation
To an unknown destination
An unsure predetermination
Existing only in the imagination
In faith and inspiration
A trust in Creation
The end and Armageddon
In God and salvation
In hell and eternal damnation
In the atheist’s condemnation
In the calendar’s punctuation
The watch’s precision
And space’s expansion
The diaries memorisation
A woman’s intuition
A mother’s preparation
Sessions in competition
Promises in dissection
A man’s anticipation
A father’s frustration
About the son’s relation
To a boy he doesn’t care to mention
And how this affects his maturation
His future and direction
His love and affection
And his own stagnation
His failing career progression
His future contemplation
Deserving some consideration
In a 24 hour formulation
Tomorrow is today in suspension
The now in detention
Willpower in dilution
Efforts in relaxation
Laziness in expedition
Creativity in isolation
The soul in prison
The imagination's manipulation
We have planned constructions
And demolitions
Holiday vacations
And our children’s graduations,
But tomorrow’s nomination
Is an unguaranteed estimation
A naive procrastination
A false realisation
An amoral actualisation
To our conclusion
And finalisation
Tomorrow the motivation
The fear of extinction
Of the earth's desertification
The world in motion
A noble notion
The only reason
The leading question
Forever our mission
Tomorrow's aviation
Tomorrow an exploration
Though I have moved back and forth
so many times throughout my life
I have forgotten half of all the
many lines i have crossed
And the countless relationships and
friends which I have lost in between to
my own cost
So much so, so many things are barely
dreams without a frame to be seen
though they still remain
In the many space's in my mind that
i have left saved tinged with regret
I just can't let go
Only the faces of the people seemed
to have changed and aged as have I
as time flew bye
Like some of the many places where
I grew up now bring a tear to my eye
when I pass bye
So much so i prefer to take another route
as there is hardly anything left worth revisiting
My memories and childhood home
progress has stole and nothing can replace
the hole that it has left
The old playground and pub where we
met the alley's down which we used to
dart and make our getaway
School and cinema the hospital where
I was born and mother worked the
heavy industry factories that spewed
out latent smoke
The tram line's leading to the underground
with several stop's along it's way has seen
it's day
It's only stand's today as a crumbling monument
in testament to the end of the line a bygone time
It is all so sad and all for what will it or can
it even be explained
Why this was once a thriving living city
in the Ukraine that one day Russian
Armies came and leveled to the ground
This simple fact cannot be changed
though crumbled building can be rebuilt
The oh so many pointless lives and loved
ones lost cannot be brought back
What's done is done it's set in stone
Pile on high the rubble bury the bodies
turn this travesty info a morbid tomb
And curse the God's of War into an
eternal damnation pit and all who
trade and profit from it
For death the only spoil should they be
deemed worthy to inherit and made to pay
Never lest to rest nor forget
The big 'R', do you actually know what you're doing
To our week nation,
Absolute panic stations, feckin banter deflation, endless duration
Eternal damnation the foundation, our country's creation.
No shortage of hydration in any location,
Sure isn't Patsy livid, the crops are bad, explicit gyrations.
Sure no wonder there's emigration by the dozen every week,
Has given or society an ugly mutation,
Gets lubrication each day thanks to you.
There's a sad wet dog in the station
Contemplating rotation.
You rain on our frustration, wash our sins for we have
Offended out of hatred and vexation,
All we're looking for is some compensation.
Rosary beads in homes nationwide and Bridie is saying the rosary
For a chance of salvation, god love her she's my relation.
The forecast gives us the temptation to believe,
Subtle touch of authority has us buying flip-flops, frustration.
We have brain cells you know, we give into temptation,
Because in this situation we can find our own destination.
Just sayin aviation is our saving grace from drowning captivation,
And there's as much chance getting compensation
from you as we are from a cheap flight cancellation.
Rain we've had enough, because we're ready to make a revelation
And through your bitter tears you'll hear our declaration.
We're out for palpitation then leave you to your desperation,
Because as a population, it's our dedication, inspiration and vegetation
That are emanating through your drops of dislocation.
Lured by oblivion, you
dream of breathing your last breath.
Yet life's seldom found wanting
when fairly weighed against death.
Final and forever form
a lasting combination.
And suicide marks your soul
for eternal damnation.
Overwhelmed by fickle fate,
you submit to pain's embrace.
And masking reality;
hide behind a smiling face.
Haunted by unfulfilled dreams,
your life starts to fall apart.
But only time can numb the
pain that is breaking your heart.
And yet, under all that hurt,
there lies a flicker of hope.
And believing in yourself,
you find the courage to cope.
(Quatrain)
6/20/2015
Satan HATES everything that God loves!
He tries to counterfeit everything he does!
He goes about as a lion, seeking whom to devour!
He comes after us! But God alone has the power!
Satan will twist God’s truth, into a corruptible lie!
He has one mission!
And that is to see you die!
He wants to enslave you into deep addictions!
And bring into your life, unneeded afflictions!
He has one purpose, ambition and goal…
Is to seek eternal damnation of your very soul!
Jesus has come! His TRUTH can set you free!
He has come that you may have life abundantly!
Won’t you accept him? You can overcome!
Through the shed blood, and power of God’s son!
All glory to Jesus! All praise to
HIM on high!
He is your protector!
He is El-Shaddai!
Won’t you allow God’s love
to bring you salvation?
He offers it to right now!
A heavenly invitation!
God’s love is stronger than Satan!
HE reigns supreme!
He can help you to overcome,
the lies the devil brings!
By Jim Pemberton
At times I feel like I’m surrounded by this strange force
it’s like the worlds resting on my shoulders
And it’s weight is trying to pin me down…
But no matter how much pressure I face I never give in
Because I know that although my situation seems daunting
With God’s help I will prevail!!
Yes the enemy tries to test me
Blitzing me with hail trying to Blur my vision
But with God’s Constant provision
I move forward each and every day
Although there are times when I am Staggering
Swaying side to side
through life’s rapid motions and riptides
Constantly taking on water yet I always stay afloat
The reason behind this is
I’m Just a vessel
God’s the captain of this ship
Guiding me to a Harbor known as salvation
Placing me on that narrow path
Rescuing my soul from eternal damnation
It’s the reason for my spirits Jubilant celebration
But why is it that around the world doubt God
Just because his existence isn’t something they can define
Open up your eyes and realize all he has done for you
Open up your mind for a moment and be transformed by his refining love grace and mercy
He will always welcome you with open arms
And its only in his arms that you know your free from all harm