Best Hells Poems
shrill screams of pain and
terror written on faces
of children running
to nowhere from hell on earth
delivered by winged demons
Written for Andrea Dietrich competition
simply this:top ten tanka
11/03/2015
Categories:
hells, fear, fire, pain,
Form:
Tanka
Seven For Chaos And Order-Of Hells & Heavens
With Love abandoned and Demons are handed your serving succulent Soul
Megalomaniacal monstrosities, hideous oddities welcome you to the devils hole
Dreams of destruction for your consumption with sulphuric scorching smells
Blistering blasphemous bondage, you pay homage to the Master of Hells
My Soul escapes thru damnation drapes, I see the Loving Light
An Angelic reunion a Holy communion, the Heavens are within sight
No more enslaved my Soul is saved in harmonious habitual height.
01.28.2017
SEVEN FOR CHAOS AND ORDER ...Contest
Sponsored by... nette onclaud
Categories:
hells, dark, heaven, humanity, surreal,
Form:
Verse
Illicit explicit; sexual attraction
Excited ignited; creating breath contractions
Inquiring inspiring; conceptual abstractions
Revising devising; negative reactions
Growing flowing; concoctions to beguile
Evasive persuasive; march in single file
Conformity repeatedly; strewn about the isle
Leading pleading; unhappy domicile
Complimentary imagery; designed to spark ones passion
Compulsory adultery; often not in fashion
Illusions delusions; to your heart will fasten
Rationalizing compromising; involuntary actions
Accumulating formulating; accomplishments ornate
Devising disguising; the shadow cloak you drape
Forward bound lost and found; an exit less escape
Looking round from underground; is he who wears a cape
Insistence resistance; that of which you know
Retribution restitution; the lines already show
That stench he'll blow in that hole; will rip you to the soul;
The voice you hear in your ear is you; begging not to go
He pleasures the treasure; your time has come and went
Reviewing undoing’s; will be the time you spent
Destinies irony; too late to take repent
Eternity’s agony; you made your own torment
Categories:
hells,
Form:
Rhyme
When You Feel Life Is Crap, Has Too Many Hells
When you are walking through each day's hard travails
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
try to see reality as that dark force,
that from insanity gives mind a divorce;
With such knowledge larger shield may be granted,
you may find life and love both are enchanted.
When your nights are long and needed sleep deprived
you find that as human, all life is contrived,
you beg for long sweet dreams to give your soul rest,
reality gives you yet another test;
To accept its darker and malignant deeds,
learn that everything dies and most of it bleeds.
When such pondering comes and your mind rebels
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
know that you are not perfect and you know why
life is damn tough, everything that bleeds will die;
With that truth and its hard and deep final thought
you may find, life is a trap and you are caught.
When you are walking through each day's hard travails
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
try to see reality as that dark force,
that from insanity gives mind a divorce;
With such knowledge, larger shield may be granted,
you may find life and love both are enchanted.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2018
Syllables Per Line:
11 11 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 11 11
Total # Syllables: 264
Total # Words: 211
Personal Note-
Could not sleep, decided to let my darkest pen ramble
admit my humanity and splash dark black ink to gamble;
Pen a few words to wile away these lonely after midnight hours,
defeat the invading evil flinging stones from fortified black towers.
This restless night the Raven shrieks out its deepest chilling calls,
in dark dreams, I stumble about in darkness, among fallen castle walls.
Poe echoes out his warnings to find the light and thus be aware
the Raven never rests, gives no quarter and simply does not care.
Raven does so much more than just send its terrifying calls
it lends darkness to invade and leave behind bloodied castle halls.
Scoff at this dire warning, and your sad soul risk it as blind
I wander through this realm, see monsters of every kind.
I am Poe, the greatest poet and horror master you will ever know
Ignore me and the Raven and I both, will put on an even scarier show.
Categories:
hells, dark, death, dedication, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
Like the Appalaician mountains
that span high into the sky.
I don't want to do these dishes,
none of them are mine.
Baking sheets,
frying pans,
infinite cups and bowls.
Caked on meat,
wrinkled hands,
A clean kitchen is my goal.......
Jared Pickett
1/22/2010
Asavvy1
Categories:
hells, life
Form:
Free verse
Cuts my wrists to make me bleed;
Take this life away from me.
Eyes stitched wide open,
I'm forced to see,
See what this world has come to be.
I don't want to live,
But it's impossible to die,
I can never blink,
Therefore I always cry.
I'm nearing that side now,
Nearing that side of fate;
I'm getting closer,
Closer to Hells' gate.
As I peer through the fences,
What is it I see?
The depths of burning fire,
Coming fast towards me.
Fury in his eyes as he swung open the doors,
He had me on the ground, begging on all fours.
Begging to be free,
Free from such horror,
Sitting there in terror,
Waiting for his order.
With a stroke of his goatee,
And a wave of his giant hand,
He sent me back to where I came from,
Back to my homeland.
I once thought here it was pain,
But I was very wrong,
For the pain I felt there was worse,
Far more strong.
I lay there in my bed,
Razor in my palm;
I drop it to the ground,
And suddenly feel calm.
I lay there to reminisce the better times I had,
The worse thoughts go away,
As I then become glad.
Glad to still be here in this house that I call home,
Glad to be here instead of feeling so alone.
Categories:
hells, dark, depression, emo, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
Gates of hell flew open today
Now war and terror is here to stay
Picture Chosen Number 8.
Written 28th April 2019
For Crystal Clear Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
hells, evil, war,
Form:
Crystalline
We dwell among wicked and of the seven paths to hell.
Not among the righteous, nor the path that angels fell.
Hells Wings are shrouded,
And dark within this cast.
Crimson bone tipped, touching,
Wrapped tightly around my Heart.
For every breath that I have taken,
And every breath that I will take.
For every hurt that I awaken,
And every hurt that I will make.
I see you.
Standing there.
Laughing.
Betrayal fresh from your lips.
And still un-touched by hurts bloody kiss.
My Rage is a dwelling place,
And I have fallen, deepest down,
Into that hollow space.
Wherein those fires burn.
Warming,
Caressing,
Soothing me
With the softest of whispers.
Making me be again.
And I embrace it.
For my wrath is the wrath of Hell.
And my rage, eternal springs,
From the place where Lucifer fell.
I can only smile.
For the fires that burn in me,
The fires that consume me,
Moment after moment,
Betrayal after betrayal,
Lie after lie,
Sin after sin.
The fires that you started,
Created,
Are not meant for me.
Those fires burn for You!
The flames long to embrace your flesh,
And share the suffering that you have inflected,
So happily,
Onto me.
Soon, not long now,
And you shall know what I know.
Feel what I feel.
Before the fires ends it all.
Categories:
hells, friendship
Form:
One day from this hell I’ll escape
To the hell of the lesser disgrace
I’m fed up with the country of apes
Imitating they are human race
Their antics are no more a fun
How the apes idolize alpha male
Is painful to watch, so I’ll run
There’s no reason to stay, no avail
However, the more decent hell
Is way too much overprotected
If you lack the most horrible bio to tell
Most likely, soon you’ll be directed
Back to where you come from, because
This superior hell is considered asylum
For the millions of seekers, and those
Who slip through and police never finds them
Between these two hells there’s a space
With a runaway line to the skies
There’s no promise if I get my place
But to find it I’ll pay any price
Though you can sneer: both hells
Is an overused, flat metaphor
Mate, I’m glad you can’t hear those bells
See, another one’s coming, and more.
Categories:
hells, anxiety, immigration, irony, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Night so peaceful,calm specks of light
burn as stars.taken for granted such beauty
love is made under these skys,murder is made
blood falling through city sewers under this same sky
i walk the streets most times wishing one of hells
precious monsters take my life so savage this night
sucking my blood thought my lips with a enchanted kiss
fallow me home you secret darkness coming from hell
ill take you to my room and show you my spells with
inspiration sprung from your hell
look into my eyes and see my shyness and sweetness look farther
and see my dark side filtered by hurt and betrayle,I've
prayed to God and he doesn't answer to the one wish i cry and bleed
for,i dry tears of blood and no one knows
but you secret monster of hells realm fallowed me home
to my room my layer of cries where not afraid to meet me here
you wiped my blood tears you watched me undress with my
sad emotion of night
striping each layer till im completely undefended with
my innocent nude im open to you,do you see this,stand behind me
as i look in this mirror broken all around the edges with
cracks that show dried up pain from times before
put your strong arms around me and be my dark prince
be my clothes i don't wear around you.
your my companion that follows me home on down dark city nights
you didn't put my misery away you let me live,my friend from hell
you became my protector in low nights
maybe instead of hells realm you came ,maybe the nights sky you came?...
Categories:
hells, death, me, home, dark,
Form:
It was a cold dark night, with a hint of rain in the air
The sparkles of light, carried by running drops from everywhere
Looking like a city within a park
A stunning sight in the dark
A slight breeze
whispers through the trees
As I walk slightly splashing the puddles
Leaving behind base like ripples
I slightly hear a sweet voice call out
'Help, help, I cant get out'
I turned to see what I heard
As from the shadows he appeared
With a horny mask and tight red suit
He ran so fast his tailwind sounded like a flute
The silence is replaced with screams and bangs
Suddenly the devil appeared with girl in hands
Placing her down on a vacant bench
He vanished as if he fell in a trench
Police arrive the girl is safe
A hero new to this place
A suitable name for this rebel
HELLS KITCHEN DEVIL ????
Categories:
hells, community, fantasy, hero, power,
Form:
Rhyme
To live, to bleed that drop of blood;
To die and wake up at hell’s door;
Something within my soul quakes, reaping the salvation, heaven’s sake;
…before the cord is severed tied;
I whom sinner must repent before I die
I shall resonate repentive-state hell's door heavens space God's grace
3/26/19
Categories:
hells, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Hells Angel
We talked a bit like two similar beings for eye was drunk
and justifying it badly he was not unkind to me if not fully truthful it is just their way
he had his identification card and pulled it from his wallet as eye gave him two
dollars he was inclined to talk so eye told him my troubles it is not wrong to get
delivered from trouble no matter sometimes where it may come from a boy who
was very much wasted had troubled and threatened me and eye had a new
found friend so listen as eye bend ewe ear and his was a motor car like a Ford or
a Buick his trunk would not close he had very nice clothes on his boots what a
shine and he showed me his Driver’s License with the Hells Angel LOGO the
Chapter and Verse of his Chapter. He was fingering his knife in his hand to
make sure it was sharp as eye noticed it he grinned. That day of my life eye was
scared for eye thought it was the end of my life. He seemed sorry to see me
leave a little like a bad B version of a best friend.
He sent the speed freak a reproach for bothering me
And eye never told no one this story
Eye knoe what they mean.
When they say there is the Devil to pay?
That poor boy is not troubling no old man today.
Categories:
hells, confusion, death, nostalgia, sorry,
Form:
Free verse
Crimson diamonds are amassed,
When she causes my wrist to bleed,
And overflow on her dusk bed.
Overflow and evermore,
Overflowing like a violet dress,
On her silken skin, on her fractured skin,
Paled beyond death’s likeness
Can you place these ragged puzzles,
Pieces of hers together,
And form the picture that
Wait beneath its covers.
And Form the picture that
Await beneath its covers.
Beneath its covers,
The portrait of hell angels lies,
Awaiting for soothing hand,
And ravaged soul to assemble her to perfection.
Awaiting for a soothing hand,
Awaiting for a ravaged soul,
Like yours.
Categories:
hells, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Her behaviour is nothing but heinous,
sarah ain’t evil she’s brainless,
you wanna feel the way her mind does think,
to prevent spillage takes the ice out her drink,
she had friends rent out a room
to stage a fake official leaving due,
and I know her friend has come back around
because suddenly she’s not acting a clown
Rose White removed
because one tells one what to do
Categories:
hells, hate,
Form:
Rhyme