Hellish Poems - Poems about Hellish

I think it's getting worse The visions happen less Now I don't dream but still I feel it nonetheless I feel impending doom A danger I can't explain A parabola of needles A sense of helpless pain I sit there non-existent Or at least not of this plain I try to cry but don't know how To feel present, much less sane I sit in utter silence Longing...

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The Hellish Life This is a beautiful and so mysterious and sinister world of being Sinister, yes, it is that. Ominousness is a natural part of this life Yes, it is normal. Fear is a happy feeling in our lives and the world You aren’t alone here, but you live alone, with your demonic souls This world has a so...

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How far from earth are heaven and hell? And which way do you go to get there, pray tell? Did God create a GPS for the soul? Or did he give little devils or angels the role to escort you to the place where for eternity you'll dwell? It was so hot, my nose melted off my face. It was so...

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A living hellish nightmare... only just began early today November 6th, 2024, when my eyes frightfully espied glaring headlines bespoke horror conjured, portended and yielded worse fate than being gratefully dead after the polls tallied up the votes beaming none other than pudgy hugely crass blimp as the forty seventh president of the United States of America. Before delving into worse case scenario regarding the...

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Vampire, Of Its Hellish Temper All But The Devil Was Afraid (Part One) Its dark powers were off the black wickedness charts It ended thousands with its uncharted powers Unworldly hungry, appetite for eating hearts Risen from Satan's darken highest of towers. Gallons and gallons blood, its every new meal It seeks purely innocent to torture or drain Anger, hatred emotions it happily...

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I think some knew beastly hellish dour had you figured it out?...

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On this creepy Halloween night I was mauled in a hellish fight My bloody neck filled me with fright A vampire's bite A vampire's bite Gruesome ghosts floated in midair Their ghoulishness gave me a scare Trembling with fear and words of swear I cursed a pair I cursed a pair A full moon appeared in...

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For hellish noise, no need hell... enough ...

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An elderly black man with a head of grey hair, Loyal to the farmland he worked but did not own, In a time when law and justice’s scales were not fair, Had been that way long before he was even born. Never had a home or dwelling that he could own, Didn’t have a bank account or savings to his...

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Sheltering in place Not anyone’s idea of a great time; certainly not mine. Spoke to a good friend yesterday. She said she is morbidly depressed. She had been positive and upbeat prior to this pandemic. I kept my own dour thoughts secret, feeling like a hidden Eeyore. She unloaded how horrible 2020 has been to her. Her favorite cousin and awful brother...

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The candle light never stopped burning for aeons ago, A hushed rustle of applause testified to a widespread approbation, That was on the day he was certificated in the University, Indeed, he was a bookish arbiter of conduct; a balanced moral fibre. Tony - born in a home of abject poverty, a pretty immiseration, The wretched mother sold all she...

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Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss, Part Three To avert from setting sun, transfixed gaze from such entrapments, wake I in a haze Scenes of awe in pigments of reddish hues time there, centuries spent searching for clues! Mesmerizing dance, prelude to Night's host appears apparition of Poe's pale ghost Repetition set of true poet's heart ghoulish scenery cast forth...

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Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss, Part Two As Poe'sque verses come demons surround, night hours break into loud hideous sounds. With claws and long fangs thirsting for warm blood, more beasts appear in a torrential flood. Yet nothing can stop pen and its dark ink, for deep in poetic dark, poet sinks. In distant pits of hell, flames rise and roar, as...

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Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss Some tales he admires, considers so great, in that clear vein, he does not hesitate. Writing as madman, pen splashing hot ink, there his mind and his poetic heart sink. Sometimes fast and furious as pen flies, born of deepest pain, as huge tears he cries Despair, verses come as if from master Poe then his...

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I am in a room Watching people all around me Change into hideous creatures Monsters from the deepest depths of hell The Chief of them all Wears a Trumpian mask Completed with orange hair Half human half pig His deputy Wears the face of Putin But his body Half human, half horse The other creatures wear masks Many of them wear Green Pepe the...

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