Best Lucifer Poems
I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I?
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown
There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me
What I will never be
Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared
"Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in heaven."
A thousand, million years had fled
then thousand million more,
yet it was still the morning.
And there stood one, Transcendent,
whom we call God and the Divine,
whose reasoned might
stretched to clutch infinity—
and embraced eternity’s nether bounds
to fashion perfect round—
beginning's instant fused
with very end of things
that time endured no more.
Thus evening interlaced with morning,
from whose conjugative spawn emerged
a cosmic realm, its structure fine,
yet restive, taut and yearning.
Here coherence mingled self with
destiny, and thus arose intelligence.
Among its legion offspring,
daughters of the light
and one the son of morning,
a paragon of intellect—
in depth and reason boundless,
beautiful and firm, named Lucifer.
Beloved of Transcendence and
from whom the mighty angels
fled, nobility confounded.
Across mighty heaven’s parapets
he reasoned and opined.
And many thought him noble.
Yet temerity cannot assail wisdom
nor petulance conjure faith.
He, his mighty acolytes then stood
and cried aloud, trumpeting insistence,
and became among the first
whose grasp did not exceed their reach.
And war ensued—
A war of vaunted intellect,
but also narcissistic,
and rooted in deceit.
For he would exercise free will to battle,
then in victory rob all of its gift.
Therefore a quandary stood
that would not reconcile with reason.
Defeated, Satan stood no more in heaven.
Godly was their sorrow when he fell.
Now in our eyes and hearts and minds
do not echoes of the war resound?
First Place: Julia Ward's Contest: Expand Arthur Miller's Thought from The Crucible (quote above).
LUCIFER'S gullet was as parched as hell!
He said, "Lord, some cold HOOCH, would do me well!"
Lord said, "In thy condition,
Smoldering in perdition,
Not a snowball's chance in the place ye dwell!"
Entry for Catie Lindsey's "L&H Limericks" Contest
Took First Place in the contest.
until an hour before the devil fell,
God thought him beautiful in heaven . . .
(Arthur Miller)
God created his angels long before
the temptation of Adam and Eve,
and the angel Lucifer was the most beautiful
he moved freely between roaming earth
and back to heaven and to the throne of God
Lucifer fell from heaven because of his pride
conceit in his own beauty
his wisdom
his intelligence
his power
he desired to be GOD and not a servant of God
he was exceedingly beautiful and he used that beauty for evil
God made him the highest of all angels
a heaven where all the angels were beautiful but Lucifer
was God's most lovely creation
Lucifer wanted the throne of God
wanted to take over heaven
cast out God
in any way he could divise
but an hour before the temptation in the garden
God cast the beautiful angel, Lucifer out of heaven
he did not fall
he was pushed out
Lucifer came down and down
created an anti-God city where he was the ruler
he created hell
and became the Satan that we know of today
and temptation became his sword of power
he can appear to you in many forms
from beautiful or evil
a monster with horns
or even a hissing snake
Satan moves freely between roaming earth
and back to his dark city . . .
his only purpose to fill his city of Hell
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February 8, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/The Beauty of Lucifer
Copyright Protected, ID 16-754-596-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,
A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with chillness,
It was a soothing flame of fire choked the chamber in and out,
Rapidity was a trait of the silent messenger which breathed its force mysteriously,
And there was coughing, sneezing and spitting with rising temperature,
The stigma of Covid-19 had its recycle with its mutated psychology.
The victims succumbed to the predator’s double-bladed scalpel.
The illegitimate entry of Covid -19 into an Oriental province is an infamous history,
The silent messenger then turned to an untamable monster that devoured the ‘innocents’,
Clinical staff ran helter-skelter to fight with the devouring monster,
The malicious hunter with his hunting dog wolfed breath in minutes.
The mammoth giant in miniature form of virus wielded his weapon ‘cross the horizon,
And multiple lives were dragged thro’ the tunnel of darkness,
The malicious organisms with short span of life-expectancy breed countless generations,
And enjoy themselves with the crown of sinister leaves.
Who will chase the messenger of Lucifer and shall redeem the world?
Day in and day out chemicals and antibiotics run under microscopes,
Vaccines are tried in every corner,
But experiments and efforts seem to be a fiasco.
So Who shall chase the messenger of evil from the face of human lives?
There is One Who made man and creations,
So, let’s seek His Providence to walk in His Word,
And Life on earth shall be a way unto the Life of Eternity.
Shall we all….?
,
Herr Wolf is now wearing a hellava frown.
Denied Heaven‘s entrance, he had to go down,
but was thrown from Hell too,
because LUCIFER knew
that HITLER could capture the devil‘s own crown.
For the L and H Limerick Contest of Catie Lindsey
Lucifer
Son of the Morning—
Symbol of false perfection.
Lucifer is thus . . .
A tempter and deceiver . . .
Praise only Almighty God!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(June 5, 2015) (Tanka)
The old Devil, his name is Lucifer
When I see him, I tell him, 'Vamoose, Sir' --
The Devil grins his sly smile
Pleads, 'Let me stay for a while' --
I chase him away with an ethnic slur
Alone He stands, forsaken, on the edge of desperation
Apocalyptic tales of hate filled desecration
The unholy one devoid of any love nor hellish glory
Lies revealed within the telling of his story
Cast from Heavens favour, fractured from the light
Home at last to labour, in the vacancy of night
No choice but to be Bad for Good no chance of Gods Redemption
Racked by indignation at His screaming souls exemption
Mans destiny lies written in a wake of tortured souls
Ancient gnarled fingers hold His bloodstained begging bowl
Bathed in hellish beauty of a future yet unborn
Hell hath no more fury than a fallen angels scorn
His horsemen blaze a fiery trail across the barren sky
From Hades gates they ride not caring who or even why
Brands of fire, hooves of Steel, their blood it drips as sweat
The only quest before them, to cash in the Devils debt
The ace of spades is drawn from the Devils book of prayer
The gambler knows his race is run and death is drawing near
No silver in his pockets for the boatmans sordid toll
The last debt yet to pay..... his very soul
A necessary evil for a Devil to be shod
For without the fires of Hell, how can mankind know of God
As Judas in Gethsemane condemned to take the fall
Was Lucifers faith written out in blood upon the wall
DEVIL ON THE RUN Lucifer Satan Chained Placed in the Lake of Fire
Devil on the run;
Devil on the run;
Demons spit and howl;
Crying to their master;
In pangs and in the spirit;
You don’t wanna go near it;
Demons dwells;
Demons sell;
Sold their eternity for hell;
Devil on the run;
Devil on the run;
One day he’s gonna be caught;
And placed in the lake of fire;
He will never go any higher;
Chained and stained spending all of his eternity in hell;
Bound and chained;
Bound and chained;
Devil Lucifer Satan;
No longer on the run;
10/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
& arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian™©2018
Lucifer
belching fire
ordered soldiers to fire
making forest to burn profusely
melted
When I was sad, you made me laugh
When I cried , you were the only one by my side
When I was afraid, you made me brave
Now that you're not here, My mind is clear
You cared enough, to build me up
For when you make me fall, careful to make sure I would drop the ball
You lent me your ear, so you could still the soul to my tears
All those times , you were manipulating me to become your ali
A master in disguise, riding me alongside
Silly me to trust, foolish me what was I thinking of
A fault of mine to claim, though you were the reason I was pained
The whole timeyou were the cloud full of heavy rain,
And that day you were the one who persuayed me to miss "the" train
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
Nocturnum
We lie beneath the slowly waning moon,
Her sharp shape emerging like a fine fang,
Metamorphosed from the bright afternoon
And now -- upon a thread, the night does hang.
Our deepest, darkest desires are revealed --
They are vampires -- hellish creatures of night
Like Satan within Lucifer concealed
He was said to be quite a pretty sight.
Let not the purging light of day within
Your lace curtains and silk bed sheets of sin
To mar your moonlit skin, your pallid skin.
This bed welcomes our death like a coffin.
Is it not a fair sentence for our crime?
Lasting ‘til the bittersweet end of time.
LUCIFER abandons his throne pell-mell
As he got bored being the Lord of Hell,
Decided he got to quit,
Enough of this fiery pit,
And moves to earth to enjoy sins as well!