Best The Devil Poems

Lost between the borders of heaven and hell,
confusion led to this story, one must tell.
Surrounded by a world full of violence,
I closed my eyes and took a vow of silence.

Wondering if this life was even real,
weird chills and shivers, one began to feel.
Suddenly a figure...

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(Hello, my sweet friend!)

Speaks in unknown tongues 
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food, 
A sweet drink 
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at my free will 
Seeking and freaking through my pages 
It's been ages since the impression was gone 
Sloppy wording crawl...

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It had been a long night, an hour drive just to be with my sister. One must stay in touch with family; it’s the right thing to do. I don't even know what movie we saw. Here she was again in all her glory whining,...

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Her insecurity would not let her see,
I wanted her!
I thought she knew, my heart was opened.
I should've asked.

She walked on a thread, fourteen stories high
to cross from her building to mine.

The devil at her side, he cut her angel wings,
watched her drop, caught her in...

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Sweet Talkers of the Devil

Reptiles in human suits are the true sweet talkers of the devil,
and are well known among the various societies in our world
as slick, sleek actors who fancy the breaking of common law
virtues by their actions in supporting ungodly acts of a...

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What’s in her mind, sharp lines slice her in half, 
Into faded dark red, green and blue,
And the flowers cover up each emotional scar, 
From ever even shining on through,

To show the gouges ripped from her thoughts, 
To show the bruised, shaken, and torn,
Slit while...

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The devil, he be a wandering,
Searching for a fool,
Someone easily persuaded,
To come under his rule.

Pride, deceit and unbelief,
Are the tools of his trade,
Planting seeds of fear and doubt,
In the souls that he invades.

The devil, he be a wandering,
Searching for a saint,
A true believer in the...

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THE DEVIL DANCED AT MIDNIGHT

The devil danced at midnight
beneath a waning moon
with his minions before him,
twas a sight to make one swoon.
He pranced in jubilation,
then capered with a shout,
his arms flailed like a windmill
as his legions danced about.

He cursed the God of heaven,
the demon horde...

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You have to know he is near, you have to know he is around
Perhaps sensing it in your fear or a feeling of being bound
You never know what he will do or what other things he'll try
But he's out to destroy you because he wants...

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I just can't win said the devil one day
I lie and I cheat and I lead them astray
Then along comes this guy who's the light and the way
Who always forgives them whenever they pray
And the prayers they are praying all keep me at bay
Sure I'll...

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The devil went down to Washington to see what he would see
Ah yes he said everything looks real good to me
Everything is sliding down as I have planned it
That phrase “under God”: they have all but banned it.
 
This is sweeter than in the days...

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Auld Clootie of corruption fame,
how smooth your fork-ed hiss,
deceiving hearts and tickling ears
with your sweet, seductive kiss.

Oh, master of enticement
how fragrant is your breath,
while whispering temptation,
condemning souls to death. 

And in this wicked world we're 
bound by your irreverent reign
'til heaven strikes a fatal blow
to...

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Lord give me strength, but most of all I need understanding,
this old world has gotten crazy, unstable, and so overwhelming and demanding.
Things that you know are wrong, get the go ahead, the proverbial green light,
what has happened to our fortitude, our willingness to make things...

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The Devil wears Armani
By Steven Cooke

She was eighteen, I was thirty two
She was an unread poem,
I was yesterday’s gift.
Her heart she gave gladly,
Her beauty mine, to enjoy.
Given away in youthful sacrifice,
The Guilt was all mine.

But I take this gift,
For business is good,
And I seek many...

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They call you the fallen one,with short tuffted curls
the one responsible for the chaos in the world
you may be the cause,as we live the effect
but your time is near,as you continue to infect

Like an invisible predator,you prey on the weak
like a pride of lions,you pounce...

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