Devils Poems - Poems about Devils

Maybe devils are people we call lovers — the ones who are our weakness, our mistakes, the ones we lie for, the ones we would kill for. I have done the most foolish things for love — a little feeling yet it shakes crowns, collapses empires. My king — you reign in my heart. Please, do not overturn the skies above my head. Kiss me slowly — I...

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I’m in love how we sit and talk of all the things in my heart. I love when we’re smoking a devils tree and everything just becomes much more easy. I love when we’re in the clouds and your touch is the only the thing that gives me feeling . the feeling of being loved and...

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A WHISPER IN DEVILS EAR You have missed one, he’s over there Now’s just the right time to approach And a need for flattery, not reproach You surely can clearly see his despair Come on, it’s just another candidate Sign him up, you have that contract And even an old nibbed pen, in fact So, before he leaves, do not hesitate It must be...

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Driving down the danger zone my destiny dies in a dead end street Dragging dilapidated deliveries doing the Damn Demons divine deed Distance deceives my demented disguise the dumb things I don't do Decisions divide deep, deep inside the Devil's debt is way past due The Mark of Madness melts away most of my meager mental mind Masqueraded as this...

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My words evade me Sweat forms in beads My tongue betrays me At lightening speed Quivering knees Disarm my stance Panic breeds The devil’s dance Something akin To mourning hope Runs through my skin I fail to cope I babble more To ease the hush They must abhor My need to rush Attention Queen Or rambling freak I didn’t mean To over speak ...

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Devils Tower Millennium ago, the elements exposed A magma-formed monolith protrusion; Nine hundred feet high without obstruction, On the rolling plains of Wyoming. Hexagonal columns of igneous rock, Gird the intrusion around; Where at the base scree accumulates, As pieces fall off the monument. Legend depicts a bear climbing the formation, In pursuit of children huddled on top, frightened, Columns etched in by the scrape of...

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THE DEVILS MAN I can sense the disdain you have for the purest of man Wishing upon him the same fate as a mayfly on its only day Your life is consumed by feeding on the fear of humankind Your outer vessel once moulded by the purest of hands Now resembles a creature awakened in our darkest dreams A life force that grows stronger...

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BLUE LIONS & RED DEVILS Against the Blues, they never lost for many seasons, Red Devils came to the Bridge 4_3 reasons: They came, they saw, they suffered. Tho' they bottled it, sarcasm isn't inferred.4 In Stamford's grand arena, the Blues roared with might, A clash of titans, under the floodlit night. Blue Lion's pride shining, in Chelsea's hue so bright, Their...

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The swooshing sound of the wind Hollow and heavy it rings out The rough and desolate call of the wild The divination, dark spirit, and the demonic Circling the pure, sphere heading the righteous Oblivious of the dark spirits that echo Deep, fathomless, and profound They murmur malevolent intentions in your soul Being the target was not a coincidence or...

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He came to her under the light of the moon promising her riches & plenty His devilish smile enchanted her to the point of elation but she didn't understand what it took to be his Soon she'd realize what it is she had to give in exchange for his favor He initiated their first kiss & this sent her spiraling into the underworld as she...

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Hypocrites sucking off the silicone tit of the antichrist spirit. Man infestation from the pit of deliriot. In hallowed halls of discord, whispers echo, the chorus of the damned proletariat, a venom, seeping through the cracks to reach the grass roots and be championship fulfilled in fiery UAP chariots over the coliseum of Capitol...

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The desire for money is believed to be the roots of all the evils Is it because there are too many people wishing to be devils? ...

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At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells Where the air does not go through sealed windows No, my friends, I'm not dreaming; it’s a nightmare. The sun Is warming the pavement and the...

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the base soaked with pee the devils tree the stream traveled down to the roots in the ground hands turning black this haunting is whack lightning struck what the swerving off the road the fear growed in the past lives didnt last hung from the tree now filled with pee the devils tree...

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Crises upon crises Mothers of all children are fainting Crises upon crises Misery upon misery My friends, there's no peace here Mothers are in crisis; we're all suffering Too much chaos, too much havoc Suffering upon suffering Too many crimes to solve and to crack Poets, writers, artists and journalists, grab pens Paintbrushes, pencils and microphones. This makes sense This ain't a movie. Serious stuff is...

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