Best Lilith Poems
When your reflection, wearing nothing but
the dusty light, splashed out of the mirror,
I clearly understood that skies abut
inferno, that Elysium is nearer
than what is written in the books, that hell
is deeper, that such shameless nakedness,
such outspoken shamelessness foretell
doom of my soul, that your dark grey silk dress
lays out on the floor, that you don’t cast
a shadow, that the wings behind your back
are made of darkness, that my reared up lust
is too overt for you, that your long black
braids are entwined with serpents, that I stand
before you fully dressed, that those few
things I held dear – God, freedom, homeland –
don’t matter anymore, that I love you.
10.11.2019
Nude - Descending A Staircase Poetry Contest
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"The Lilith Kiss"
One kiss the Godot thorns lift
Trouble arrives
opening Pandora’s gift
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Lips Like Sugar" / Echo and the Bunnymen
https://youtu.be/wnfdbYtj1ZU
LYRICS / "Lips Like Sugar", Echo & the Bunnymen
https://genius.com/Echo-and-the-bunnymen-lips-like-sugar-lyrics
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandora
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lilith
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waiting_for_Godot
I whisper in Eve’s ear:
“Listen to the serpent.
He’s my friend and he’s wise.”
That way I get my revenge.
I hurried out of Eden
Roam all around
Targeting tender females.
“Stand up for your rights”.
Some understand me. Some do not.
My daughter Naamah who hates me!
Andras – Grand Marquis of Hell, discord and rage.
Empusa was a shape-shifting female demon in Greek legends,
Jezebeth was great. She knew.
So did Herodias and her evil daughter,
Oh, there are so many of them.
Can’t mention them all.
Until I was confined to a castle,
No doors to get out.
Just a window high up.
I admire myself,
Dark hair, dark eyes, Dark dress.
My lipstick made from
A serpent’s blood, dark red.
I admire myself
For a moment in eternity
I feel the fire inside me
Until
The mirror cracked from side to side.*
Can you hear a diabolic laughter?
Darn, it’s a fiery furnace around here.
Placed 2nd
Why should I be as one to veileth
herself, asking God, why thy Lilith?
You who made me of filth and impure sediment
Unlike the first man, made of dust or earth
What cause am I to deserve bedevilment?
Beneath him I am bitter like the root of myrrh
Snake charmer with cymbals
capture's men devout to her
Spell binding for the lout
A silky veil of crimson
drapes her luminous skin
Like the blood seen
from many a slayed men
Zills made of human bones
Imprinted are erotic symbols
Shrouded are her features
Lacen'd silk brush velvet lips
Intensity blazes as
sparkling ebony eyes appear
Raven hair flows wild
like glossy black feathers,
Bare feet buried in nights cool sand,
Swaying hips from side to side
Alluring goddess, she ascends to the sky
Her wings fan the flames
traversing through ancient Syria
Her equality shall be her alibi
Lusty lascivious lovers!
Sons of fathers, the unbaptized
doomed to the fiery hells
There in languid desire she dwells
Why should I be as one to veileth herself?
I am the first feminist
Likened to the glow of the moon
Lilith Luna, she roams
Any time anywhere and very soon
Director of destructive electric storms
To all who shall not escape the flames of fire
Her wistful wings fan the flames
My spirit shall be lifted nevermore only to enquire
Why I should be the one to veileth
herself, for I am Lilith
First woman on Earth
Winds blowing thru the land.
Creatures of the night lurking.
Beware as the spirits take flight.
Over there in the ruined churchyard.
There lies the cracked bell, some say,
It can be heard on the nightly breeze.
Suddenly, I hear the screeching night owls.
She's going to take you thru the tunnel of night.
I could barely hear a voice whispering my way.
Just out of the shadows, I see her gazing at me.
She comes from heaven, earth lives in the underworld.
As the sea ebbed and flowed in honor of its dark lord.
And you slip naked between her sheets of silk.
Beware that you do not step and lose your way.
For the night is long, and the sea is deep indeed.
As I drive your sons and daughters into ecstasy.
I love how you forbid your sons and daughters.
To commit the sins that you, yourself committed.
I travel thru mirrors along with the owls of night.
I wed thru adultery, and conceive thru murder.
Beware that you do not lose your way this day.
Or your pleasure with life will not last long.
And you can be sure I will be there, to welcome,
Those who come to me, into the night, eternal !!!
3/ 13/ 2013 2AM Lilith is Adams first wife
Goddess of storm and dissidence, Lilith
begot by spurious legend and foolish myth
in the dark recesses of pastoral histories
where ancient mysteries
were defiled.
Illegitimate child.
Apollo's seed, by Roman Empire
inquisitional rules inquire, to her whereabouts
seeping fetid doubts, in the bones of the survivors.
Submission required by slave drivers,
And the Elite,
now on Wall Street.
Twenty five generations later,
they still hate her...
Yet,
I see her in me, shadows of malcontent,
when passed by for promotion
and toxic lotion is sold to keep us young.
I hear her forked tongue,
when my voice is ignored again,
when single mothers barely maintain
poverty existence led
as punishment for being
un-wed.
Burkas hide the bruises
and we’ve run out of excuses
why so many women are poor.
Our beloved men are sent to war
for corporate profits made
and taxes paid in blood and tears.
Yes I have fears.
I fear her rolling up through me, if they only knew me
and what I hold back, they would attack,
and mark me feminist bytch,
witch
and un-Christian.
Listen...
I hear her whisper from sister to brother
from father to mother, lover to lover...
I feel her emerging with Pele’s fire,
Aphrodite’s desire and Venus’s lust.
We must,
hear her.
She is part of us, the Mother’s curse,
foist in the never ending thirst for power
and dominance over all.
Eden’s free fall, orchestrated, ill-fated,
out-dated and reciprocated,
by us, still now, somehow.
The sacred dance beckons us in the second rush
of knowing... rivers flowing, ever to sea.
What will be, will be...
lost in the slipstream currents of the paradigm whore
who dares seek safe passage
to our shore.
Evil is her game
A she-demon of the night
Lilith is her name
She spreads her wings then takes flight
On souls, she feasts with delight
Part One:
Eva of in chanting rib
Seduces Adam to sinful ways
Beckoning him to lay in tall Field of grass were love is made
Lilith looks on with sinful hate
A cast away
The will/her to lay beneath no man born for the same dust and sand
So she fled to heavens gates to be knocked down a succubus
So Adam grow lonely with spoiling fruits
God stole his rib and Eva was born
But it was Lilith who stole her bran
The retarded child God made
Planted the seed that grow the tree to the Apple Eva eats
For ever cursed with unripe children to rain down on hell a place Adam knows well
Part Two:
It rains warm drops of due
On the shaken ground love once grow
A place that lingers in are harts
A place that Lilith hates so much
With open arms she takes the lost
Broken hearted
And
Thous to strange to love
The dead children Eve never grow
In her arms they find warmth
A place were the rain douse not fall
They wonder the mortal realms of life
Taking revenge on thous that wish them harm
Serial killers that never get tried
Not enough jury to condemn the lie
So they rome like lonely souls
Leaving moss and butterfly's were every they go
Taking in thous to lost to see that a knife is not the key
God doesn't love any of us
Even if he douse site beyond the gates of haven
Hell never manifest
Death is just Death
like Breath is life
Lilith came to me in a dream
she said Eden was beautiful
we fell through the abyss
the fury of our flight
kindled the air...
It thundered and lightninged
below us the ocean boiled
birds of prey gathered
she said we were to marry
the mark of Cain upon me...
She kissed with venom on her lips
with roses across her chest
I was in love
like an addict
loves his addiction...
"You may do with me as you like," she said
you have been in bed with whores before
you are free to do as you will
since you like doing it
more than you like what you do...
Summon the dark priest drenched in sin
for my harlot shackled in death
whoredom that plays like an orchestra
as she enticed me to shout
the shrill scream of ******...
The lightning and thunder ceased
she disappeared behind dark mountains
between sky and land
the dusk and dawn
wearing her crown of jagged stars...
She slit the throat of the horizon
as I fell back
into my Merlin sleep
I heard a siren's voice say,
"I am Lilith and you are mine-forever!"
~ ~ ~
He, the almighty, is ubiquitous, an omnipresent force
Lilith, the first woman – made from Earth - defied him.
He, the almighty, held no empathy for beings like her.
Lilith, the first wife of the first man – despised him.
He, the Almighty, came to know fear –
The extraordinary virility of her witchcraft troubled him.
Lilith, the martyr – deserted the splendors of Eden
Her buffoonery - her egotism disgusted him
He cursed her, “One hundred of her children would die every day.”
Her agony - her depression thrilled him
Lilith – the first wife, the first woman – lost in history
He, the Almighty – deceived the gullible into idolizing the spectacular him
Lilith, the queen, infamously a demon, covertly a Queen.
Eureka! She is the woman of all women and the enemy of him!
DATE OF POEM - 05/29/2018
FIRST POEM - Never End 05-01-2018
Nightly, she comes to my room
and drains me.
Too weak to resist her, intensity.
The pain, pleasure does intoxicate.
Slightly, south of rape
I must escape.
On my mind
all the time
In my heart together
or apart.
Wrapped around my soul
Can I break free without losing control?
Well millions of years ago she came
To be the first woman born of dirt and
Earth and no her name was not Eve...
She was willful, vain and demanded
Equality but Adam refused her dark
Hearted soul and asked God to banish
Her from the garden but as she made
Her way to the sea she spoke aloud
God's real name and said swore
She'd never step foot in the garden
Again if he'd give her wings, he agreed
And so in a fit of rage she took to
The wind and became one of Satan's
Whores and it is said every night
She copulates in the desert with
Countless demons birthing and bringing
Forth a thousand new evil spirits all
Before the sun sheds light on her
Wicked ways, this Queen of the seven
Levels of the underground...in the form
Of a succubus stealing the souls of
Men that can't resist their lust and
She's having a field day in these dark
And strange times 'cuz there is a legion
Of men now with cold, cold hearts to
Be found…to join the liar of where
Lilith dwells, in the deepest and fiery
Region of Hell!
Oh, duchess when you ascend your neck
To scrutinize the skyline
Were you aware that you could discover?
The very marvel that for years you so yearned?
Oh, duchess did you think it feasible
That you could matriculate the novelty ‘tis amour
Did you?
Open your eyes alluring one
Shan’t be a reason to averse your devoirs
though you must dismember all that bleeds
I am the birth of
an unholy emancipation,
watching dusk settle
upon forbidden shores,
unfolding sinister shadows,
while ravens gather
as harbingers of my arrival.
Tonight I am the seductress,
tempting temptress
of maroon twilight,
a midnight mistress,
scripting stygian sagas,
with ancient runic symbols,
consumed by the
fear they call Lilith.
Once blessed with
purity of lotus light,
I am now sensual suicide,
as darkness bleeds
through my sparkling spirit
into a rustic realm
of demonic drumrolls.
I see through the
ghastly gates of
my perpetrator’s hellish eyes.
I ponder: how can
an angelic silhouette,
a man who walks in
divine rhythm,
be the infernal epitome
of sadistic scriptures?
He's devoted to the
carnal cravings
piercingly echoing
through my heretic heart,
I’ll find his magical melody,
in sensual strokes,
as I stroke his soul
in sheer ecstasy,
engulfed in sinful symphonies.
My bite will plunge like a
bloodstained blade,
as I engrave my
footprints upon his heart,
to seduce his last breath,
but what if he is immune
to my ways, so I panic,
knowing I could become
his sacrificial succubus,
as his poetic trickeries
draw my demonic
nature into a deathless
dawning of decaying roots.
Thus, taming the
beast of gothic blackness
and halting this perpetual
destruction of my mind.
Lilith
Veiled in the moon’s ethereal grace,
She emerges from her shadowed place.
A crown of black roses adorns her brow,
Each thorn a reminder of the pain she must avow.
In the moonlit meadow’s misty embrace,
In the air, night-blooms leave a lingering trace.
Beneath the silver glow, a symphony of leaves,
As whispers weave a haunting melody, through the trees.
Draped in smokey shadows, her gown gently sways,
Echoing secrets of the night, in a misty haze.
Her raven hair, a river of midnight flow,
Beckons with its seductive, silken glow.
Her corset’s flattering grasp ignites passions bright,
A binding spell cast under Luna’s pale, blue light.
Captivated by her obsidian eyes,
I’m drawn into depths where mystery lies.
In the swirling abyss of a starless night,
Desires stir deeply, this enchanting sight.
She is Lilith, Empress of midnight’s embrace,
Cursed by ancient gods for her bewitching beauty and grace.
Her beguiling smile, a seductive lure of sin,
I’m ensnared, longing to taste the poison within.
Her plush plum lips, drawn into a sinister grin,
A dangerous temptation, a dalliance with sin.
Within the darkness, she reigns supreme,
A gothic beauty in a haunting dream.
To love her is to court the flames of Hell,
Yet I’m helpless, captive in her seductive spell.
She’s the forbidden fruit in this garden of delight,
She is Lilith, the banished Demon of the night.