Best She Devil Poems
She-Devil
She never was one to fight
deep depths of anger laced with pain
There were darkness some nights
and red blotches that made a heavy stain
Below was the dreaded empty pit
lair to monsters in ravenous need
Fear ate her heart but she would not admit
her desire to jump on in to feed
Black thoughts raced into her longing mind
where strong currents were fed
There she could walk about naked and blind
or defeat the monsters in her head
Night leaps forth, her hands grew razor claws
she has raw red-meat between her hungry jaws
R.J. Lindley
Jan 17th 1972
Note-- A very old sonnet, presented with no changes made.
She came into my life for her own viscous needs
Just to plant her hateful seed.
She thought that she could use me as her tool
And that I was the perfect fool.
She mistook kindness for weakness.
She thought that she could get her foot in
And create havoc and sin.
Little did she know I was under gods care
And with the world, his love I would share.
Known as the she devil of man
And for all mankind she had a plan.
To destroy the love, faith, and hope
That god had given
And with out that - to her we’d be driven.
Like the snake that she is - hiding in the grass
Waiting for someone to pass.
If you get close to her you will hear
Her hiss and feel her fangs.
But her venom will not flow
For it has no where’s to go.
How can the venom go into a
body that has the cure
That is so clean, so white ,so pure.
This is the cleansing that we received
At our birth, to free us of our mortal sin
And will not let anything in.
She devil it’s time for you to go
For this soul you will never know.
She’s a she-devil one said. Two laughed.
She conjures up spirits another said. One laughed.
I listened harder at my place on the other side of the wall.
No! Someone said. Truly? There was incessant giggling.
She can tell the time without looking at a clock or a watch.
I looked down at my bare hand.
I always thought she was peculiar. Was that my boss’s voice?
I hid out in my office, waiting for the pitchfork holders to come and get me.
Wondering what tar felt like.
And where would they get the feathers? This was a lazy bunch.
I waited for them to come for me for about two hours.
Apparently they had been talking about another she-devil.
I did not know whether to be insulted, disappointed, or relieved.
She-Devil and Bee-Devil were two witches with weirdo sass.
They cheated and snarled and grabbed people in ridiculous mass.
Alcohol happy, they toasted each other on a job well done.
As they created havoc and saw frightened minions on the run.
You are so bad, She-devil said to her sister, clearly quite proud.
But, said Bee-Devil, you are the one who unleashed bats on the crowd.
Said Grandma Juicy Fruit with her few remaining teeth and curls,
I am exceedingly proud of my snarly, spell-making witch girls.