Best Hellhounds Poems
In a house of cards
in torrential rain
social media overload
floods my brain.
Wave after wave
you feel the pain.
Heading down the hallway
into the dark,
the imminent
and dissonant
hellhounds bark.
From the penthouse of hypocrisy
I jumped onto a train
Heading nowhere and arriving too soon
I watch as a little girl forever reaches
for her red balloon.
The Queen of hearts has her axe to grind
Her targets locked.
She rears back
Lowers her blade
As another head drops
We’re well away from this blood lust fray
It’s just a matter of time
til the skeletal banshees and their vigilantes
wave red flags
for their divergent paths
Driving away
ALL that is meek
ALL that is good
Running in circles
forever misunderstood
In a black glass
Chipped and cracked
You can see them still
Never approaching
Never fulfilled
In a timeless dance
They writhe and flay
This storys’ musical refrain
Frozen silent
Their world will ever remain.
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Categories:
hellhounds, character, community, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly
Fraying my nerves raw
with oxidized guitar strings.
my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage
onto clay vinyl grooves
s p i n n i n g
endless nights
of
suffocation.
a midnight jazz wail
lacerates
the void of your absence.
notes gnaw through bone marrow
ravenous maggots
in the corpse
of our love.
Chords violently crash
splintering my fractured vertebrae
a car wreck
in slow motion.
plucking
the frayed synapses
of my misfiring
modal limbic brain.
feel the searing electric distortion
static fuzz of madness
surge through
morrow's marrow
my moanin'
a primal scream
at the Eve of Destruction
trapped in a skipping groove
of creation
shattering guitars
and blasting kneecaps
in an empty cathedral
of resounding sound
Our touch
a violent crescendo
of needles and poisoned honey
pain swollen sweet
as a mother's milk
laced with a junkie's fix
on a stillborn birthday morn
each note
a razor-sharp reflection
etched in stretch-marked
scar tissue
of the agony that throbs
within this moog menagerie
of fractured femininity
set
Between the sets
of our shattered chords
a single note lingers- soft
almost tender-
like a child's last breath
before the
final
f i n a l e
Silence crawls
a venomous asp
a deafening absence
louder than stacked amps
of patriarchy
reverberating in the hollow spaces
between drumming heartbeats
where your persecuting promises
used to nest and breed
I am the discarded B-side
of the one-hit wonder
rising from dumpster-filled
lungs of domesticity
reborn
in the Electric Avenue
of my own making
singing
Billie's bruises
Muddy's floods and
Johnson's hellhounds
to the ghosts
of futures stillborn
in this Rhapsody
of beautiful
destruction
Moon-faced and sickle-smiled
I conduct this orchestrated
Savage band of ruin
my voiceless voice
a lightning rod
splitting the sky
of expectations
as I agonizingly birth myself anew
in the RCA Victor Rhapsody of Blue
of Beautiful
reconstruction
P e r h a p s…
a new refrain
Categories:
hellhounds, abuse, father son, mental
Form:
Free verse
Now here’s a tale spun with rattlesnakes
Stung into the eyes of motherless guilt
Now turn the head! Open the mouth!
For all to see, and so, too, that more shall fit!
The tainted vapors from our brew!
Breathe them, breathe them in!
And live like the hellhounds in our minds!
And then
In the morning you shall wake
Returned, confused and dull
With nothing but a final sharp memory,
Like the wavering buoy in a black sea,
Of the world bubbling and spilling from below.
Categories:
hellhounds, fantasy
Form:
Free verse
The sky, aloof now
midst turmoil beneath
Faint inspiration
can she bequeath
Denizens of darkness
like hellhounds they dance
Stalking prey on shore
the coastline explore
And we few humans
cower behind closed doors
from the unlikely return
of the hadrosaurs
Categories:
hellhounds, animal, fantasy, fear, history,
Form:
Rhyme
The Feeling of Getting Lost in a Book
When I read a book,
I lose sense of what's around,
with unimaginable creatures,
like multicolored baboons or hellhounds.
When I read a book,
I leave everything behind,
To enter the story,
With the power of my mind.
Imagining the actions taking place,
in front of me,
through my mind's eye,
I become what I want to be.
In some places its funny,
and I break into peals of laughter,
While in some I think,
There should be a happily ever after.
I like adventure and mystery best,
with comedy in the rest.
I LOVE BOOKS
Categories:
hellhounds, 8th grade, books, cheer
Form:
Rhyme
Unto Acheron, great river of woe,
the buried to the entrance gate are led,
in the underworld to Charon below
to ferry across the souls of the dead.
Upon your lips, your eyes, a coin receive,
a fare lest you be trapped between two worlds -
allowed to enter but never to leave
where the waters of oblivion purls.
Where Furies dwell and Hellhounds guards the gate
and souls are judged in Hades’s deathless reign -
to wander the Styx and Lethe in wait
till rulers of gods and men part us twain.
The Pit of Tartarus where the soul yields
or sweet blissful isles of Elysian Fields.
Written: May 2012
Categories:
hellhounds, mythology,
Form:
Sonnet
Be sure your deeds do not awaken,
The Morrigan and her hellhounds,
As then, your soul is forsaken!
So deep within conscious abyss,
Where the secrets of dreams reside,
Devoid of innocent remiss.
Avenging huntress comes alive,
With straining hounds that call the night
As she seeks who cannot survive.
Her eyes are watching from the gate,
And piercing through a moonless night,
She sees the souls poisoned with hate.
Retribution comes from her hand,
On hearts corrupted by the lies,
Keeping pure Avalon’s land!
Form: Enclosed Triplets
Categories:
hellhounds, faith, mystery,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
The candles burn their prayers to the heavens
from the cold walls of the house of God
The rain pounds at the earth beyond
and someone runs upon the mud
His rosary swings
in his desperate hands
His prayers are earnest
He mutters fast
"Listen to me, Lord, and answer me,
for I am helpless and weak.
Save me from death, because I am loyal to you;
save me, for I am your servant and I trust in you-”
His feet lose their grip
on the sodden ground
Dread thumps at his heart
the prayer dies in his mouth
He gasps in his panic
as the monsters gain
He gets up from the floor
and cries out in pain
Teeth in his flesh
His Achilles heel
They tear at the muscle
His final appeal
“Help me"! He screams
as they tear at the meat
He kicks at their jaws
and he is back on his feet
The candles flicker
as the doors swing wide
They slam to a close
and he runs inside
Up to the alter
he falls to his knees
The growls grow louder
“Lord, Help me, please”!
The hounds are trapped
yonder bless’d stone
but they howl at the door
for the man they are owed
He raises his arms
His ultimate plea
up to his saviour
with blood on his sleeves
“Be merciful!
Please, they are coming for me!
Forgive me, my Father,
That I wanted to leave”.
His face is pale with the shine of death
He begs his Father to forgive his sin
His veins are torn
His soul bereft
“Lord, please forgive me, don’t let them in”.
The candles go out
With one gust of wind
The doors slowly open
and the hellhounds come in.
Categories:
hellhounds, death, evil, forgiveness, god,
Form:
Howl of a sorrows nigh,
The watchful Shepherd herds behind the preys eyes
Darkness settles as the shepherd guards, spreading his light
They swoop like vultures.. tearing through the blood moon upon sky
Shepherd of Wolf clothing torches their thirsty cries
Burning, flames mount the wind like sulfur
Ablaze!
There wings kindle like mordor!
Fire dances there feathers as they flutter in flight
deaths messengers are exiled!!
Long live the sheep's life
Now spawn the hellsome wolves,
Come to drink afill
Lusting with there darkened sight
O Shepherd, take aim and let your light fly!
Howl of a sorrows nigh
Penatrating fire Sears through there hide
Hellhounds plunge!
Scorched are they by the kiss of the sun
The pack flees from the Phoenix's in flight
Fearsome is he, the shepherd in Wolf clothing
Anytime he may strike
Howls canvas the claming sky
Daybreak!
Dawn rushes the hills of high
Sleep befalls the hero of the night
Oh sleeper...
ARISE!
Categories:
hellhounds, faith, imagery,
Form:
Elegy
by Aspartameloaf
Bug-eyed lady ugly lady
Strolling slowly towards the sun
Bug-eyed lady cavern's lady
Child of hellhounds, friend to none.
Categories:
hellhounds, crazy, desire, evil, funny
Form:
Lyric
Run away and never look back-
On your trail, the blood-stained track-
Every heart you greedily took-
Has been marked on your death-day book-
Not one is left without your mark-
Now for you shall, the hellhounds bark-
So run away, distance is key-
Get away for hell, surely will be-
Knocking at your soul’s stiff door-
To put you up on the slaves made store-
Now you know you can’t run away-
Until you make the hellhounds play-
With your soul, forever and ever-
And the Devil with thee together-
Categories:
hellhounds, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: May 23, 2024, For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest
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Always hear hollering hellhounds, yet nothing close, nobody home,
Paranoia, psychosis, schizophrenia, ponder lacked lucidity, pleaching, poohing...
Haggard horrors haunt house vapid vacuous voices vision vortex brain echolalia blizzard blurred,
Tongue-tied thesis tumbling thioridazine fragmented far-fetched foolish.
Calling a crisis center schizoid living outward echoing elusive illicit improper illusions,
Covert contact, surreptitiously scrambled temporal touch twisted, crazy confusion,
Crushed stone stillness devours daylight dubious demons daring devastation temped talking back
Lurking, leering, licentious, catatonic, gloom, diabolical hostility Asymmetry alien attack,
A hebephrenic sponge spotted sapidity, created from amorphous stardust
Spiritual medium anathematizes purest spirit, holy sight scrupulousness
Highly sensitive slip-hold around ethereal auric field questing for quetiapine quiddity,
Seraphic spirit shined with cyan mystical majesty under full light lavender moon,
Quid pro quo, eugenic resile lobotomized deflated phosphorescent schizophrenia
Ignoring magnificent mind suffered puerile mental wellness, without grasp: why!
Categories:
hellhounds, inspirational, mental health,
Form:
Free verse
How far from earth are heaven and hell?
And which way do you go to get there, pray tell?
Did God create a GPS for the soul?
Or did he give little devils or angels the role
to escort you to the place where for eternity you'll dwell?
It was so hot, my nose melted off my face.
It was so hot, my blistered feet got fused in place.
It was so hot because of an infernal fire
that God eternally stoked to fulfill his desire
to flash fry those who'd refused to be in a state of grace.
If not for this fence, there'd be no shade,
and we'd be burning up watching this hellscape parade
of hellhounds and lizards ~
and three-headed wizards ~
and griffins with gross gizzards ~
making the little kiddies afraid.
Categories:
hellhounds, god, heaven, journey, religious,
Form:
Light Verse
why do you keep coming back
Sometime after I stopped writing, I began again.
And the time after that.
After that as well.
I threw the words away, but
they
came
back.
Like loyal puppies.
Or hellhounds.
I would curse the demon
that took possession of my fingers
and forced me to tap-tap on the buttons
until the edges of my mood smoothed down.
I never thanked it.
I never understood why I needed to.
But perhaps I have learned my lesson.
They reached into nothing
and dragged me into light.
And now I have found them and they will shake my being for months to come
And I will write and write and write until I am ready to feel safe again
Safe knowing I am safe from all meaningful knowledge
All esoteric verse and corrupted metre
Until-
Until I am ready to lay claim to
words written on walls.
It seems like you are very much back with a vengeance.
Categories:
hellhounds, angst, dark, poetry, writing,
Form:
Free verse
This curse has chased him for eternity,
He smashes his mirror so he cant see
He sits alone and howls at the distant moon,
Transformation is coming soon
Waiting on a naive morsel to pass his way,
He now must feed before break of day
He rues the day of his vile creation
Another damned soul in a souless nation.
He bites himself just to savor the blood in his teeth,
The monster rises somewhere from the dark beneath,
There is no doubt he must feed
Its not lust or greed
Just a hellhounds need
He wakes naked in a field blanched by
morning sun,
Surveying atrocities he has done
This full moons sacrifice lay next to him
Another carcass ravaged on a whim
Back in human form he wretches at his state,
Each passing day is a darker fate.
Running with the pack in the nights ebb and flow,
He prays for the silver bullet before he wakes up next to someone he knows.
Categories:
hellhounds, dark, day,
Form:
Rhyme