Long The devil Poems
Long The devil Poems. Below are the most popular long The devil by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long The devil poems by poem length and keyword.
My heart is heavy today
It has nothing to do with the first day
Her smile like my effort, Impressive
Her hair dyed and buried the queens how majestic
Her beauty so be witching
Who knew the devil as an angel?
Trust me feels like good luck for more than a moment
But the torture in a second
More than the thirst of 40 days
My heart is heavy today
It has nothing to do with valentine the day
That moment like the all Seeing Eye Iconic
The roses, the champagne and cake all eyegasmic
My happiness true like this words
Who knew the devil as an angel?
I’m sure God, Jesus and (because I am tired) the rest
My ignorance pierced my Armor of knowledge
My funeral less painful I will be a sleep I can bear
This is more than the thirst of 40 days
My heart is heavy today
It has nothing to do with her kind soft touch
My tears like the story of my life just flowing
My pain just like my nails keep growing
My heart just like my will broken
Who knew the devil as an angel?
I must have, but the dance was so inviting
The pale moonlight a scene so romantic
Then to witness the murder of Joy; a pain so corrosive
More than the thirst of 40 days
My heart is heavy today
It has everything to do with the one who left
The words like cupid’s arrows piercing
The memories we made like my love for you indispensable
But the pain caused make me wish you drown unsavable
Pretending to be fine like the sands by the sea
But my wound to heal I hope for the sands of time
Who knew the devil as an angel?
Trust me I did
It was fun while it lasted
I pray to make it through my thirst of 40 days
The world in sudden chaos,
we hear the silent whispers but dare not say a word
Shrouded in uncertainty is our vision now so
blurred?
We go about our business as if it all is fine
But the world is full of messages, so hard for us to define
The way we live has changed all helped along by us
And now it’s becoming difficult we all kick up A fuss.
Hunger, poverty, displacements, genocide,
Atrocities, war, suppression, oppression
To name but a few,
It’s happening all over,
But that’s a fact we knew.
What’s happening in all The world
is now sign of times
The devil will be paying for all his violent crimes.
It’s always been a cesspit, this planet ruled by hate,
By greedy power hungry sods who knows when they be sate!
The hatred is exploding like rockets in the skies
The news and reporters blaming, trying to demonise.
You cannot combat evil
When you are fuelled with hate
The truth is what is written
That is the human fate.
if we all come together and offer peace instead,
We shall turn upon the Devil and turn him
On his head!!!!
half-a-face enclos’d in disharmony,
an anti-bliss b’low with blister’d stains.
breaths like steam, seal soak’d
in leather, adorn’d in porcelain.
a face his mother disdain’d.
his image as if twins, one perfect
the other dark soul’d, to the devil yet.
but Christine, lifting fear from her countenance,
braves to brace both palms against his cheeks.
they feel so warm, tender, soft.
they release true love at last.
not the romantic kind
but kindness, a shock
that restarts his heart.
a black rose falls
for a second time,
not in jealousy,
not in bitterness,
not wearing hatred.
the black rose falls onto new snow.
a monster becomes a man.
his heart feels the dagger,
kills his doppelgänger.
he lets her go.
she returns his ring.
he lets her go again.
tears and shatter’d glass
release him once again into the cruel world.
we don’t know where he hides
but a black rose adorn’d
with a wedding ring
appears at her gravestone.
his undying love let her live her life.
he paid homage in the shadows
and perhaps in life after death
he would find one friend.
his opera of romance and terror
ended the night of the swinging chandelier,
the stoking of the flames of hell, where’d
the devil’s horns and tail paid him homage.
recovery of rebirth —
the phantom stirs the lake
in his solitary boat,
no longer afraid of his reflection,
perfection was encased in palms
and lips so pure
and God Himself kissed his forehead.
Welcome son.
3/1/2021
The Devil's always with me
each day that I go through.
He's always trying to get me
to do things I shouldn't do.
He goes with me out on the job
to do my work each day.
He tries to overcome me
when I neglect to pray.
He goes to bed with me each night
arises width me each morn.
He'll always be here in this life
till Gabriel blows his horn.
On Sundays when I go to church
he enters at my side.
He's just one step behind me
as down the aisle i glide.
The Devil's always seeking
one whom he may devour.
I know he's present with me now
at this very hour.
The Devil's like a sly old fox
I do not take him lightly.
I just take Jesus by the hand
and hold on ever tightly.
Every person in this world has a battle they are trying defeat
Behind the eyes is an untold story from everyone that you meet.
Quick to judge ready to condemn, this whole world is falling apart
You’re not the only one who is fighting a battle this whole world is being ripped apart.
The struggle is hard the pain is real it doesn’t matter what you’re going through
I’m shouting out not to one but to all, don’t fight this battle you’re in alone
When you’ve got people that will stand with you.
Homeless, jobless, there’s addiction and more, the loss of a loved one, everyone is at war
What about the soldiers who battled for us to be free
That live in a world that doesn’t give them the respect they deserve, can’t even get the help that they need
So many people just like you, fighting the same monsters that live inside their head
They can’t handle their own thoughts, feeling defeated, losing all reason to even get out of bed
There are people who will read these words on their pedestal as if these words do not pertain
You’re blind to the system, they’ve got you playing their game, you’re
Fighting battles for no reason, you don’t even know why, the system wants madness, but that’s all on you, choosing to believe all their lies
And as for those in the system full of power and greed still trying to climb the ladder to wherever that might be
Your fear should be greater for your battle is with God, I don’t know if there are support groups in the white house, but when you arrive,
The Devil will inform you when as he hands you his card
Everyone is fighting a battle cause the devil is on the prowl
He prays among the weak like our government is preying on us now.
You are not alone in whatever battle you are having to face,
If more people fought together, instead of being divided by stupidity, with all this bull of hatred and blaming it on race.
a nation of God, our blood is all the same color, quit fighting amongst ourselves and band together as brothers.
Don’t wait until your battle turns into an all-out war, please just speak out, you’re not alone
There are people that will help you through, you don’t have to battle a war all by yourself, you will always have people that will stand to fight any battle you struggle through.
I'm in Hell because I sold my Soul to the Devil last Halloween.
Now I'm in more torment than anybody has ever seen.
I sold my Soul to the Devil to save my son.
He accidentally shot himself with my gun.
He thought the gun was a toy and his life was slipping away fast.
Satan said that if I didn't give up my Soul that his life wouldn't last.
The Devil wasn't joking, what he said was a cold hard fact.
It took less than five seconds for me to sign his contract.
Now my skin is burning, the pain is unbearable but I also feel joy.
Yes, I'll burn for all eternity but at least I was able to save my boy.
Knowing that my son is alive and well makes my torment worth while.
It's strange because I'm in unbearable agony but I still have a smile.
(This is a fictional poem)
Even though I was a mess
I knew what to care for
I learned to read your eyes
and crossing your walls,
hell was big
when height was short
but it was much closer
than everyone thought...
A demon lived under my bed
when my forehead was hot
a candle on the nightstand
kept my eyes closed
I had nothing to pretend
and nothing to hope for
there was always one more chair
if someone was tore
The door without a latch
protests on the street
when the grapes got ripe
there was more to eat
the tea time smells
the old show on the tv
and endless dark hallway
made it hard to go to sleep
Ground trembling under my feet
that was my place
I don't have to ask for permission
if I want to get there
family waiting for me
when the air turns gray
up in the Andes mountain
the devil get trained...
If I had had more
I would have given more
but look at me understanding myself
when I'm this old
sometimes I believe again
sometimes I get torn
but the past in not in my head
anymore...
I will love you forever
No matter where or what
you know you can leave
and then you can come back
I know myself now
better than I knew who I was
you always come when I'm gone
I always arrive last.
Jessica
God I’ve been meaning to write to you
For quite some time
But finding the right words to say
Ran the ink in my pen dry
I don’t want for us to argue
This is not a debate
Had my name drag through the dirt
So
I figured you could relate
Lately I’ve been having trouble,
trying to be nice
To people who want to see me fall
They don’t want me to rise
Now I’m not surprised
I just don’t know how to react
Your teachings say turn the other cheek
But my instinct is saying I should fight back
I got the devil on one shoulder
An angel on the next
My future on my mind
But the pain from my past still linkers in my chest
Protesters on the streets
Protesting against same sex marriage
Yet keep their mouths shut
Against abortion and miscarriage
Hands to the sky
Shouting to God in tears
Yet they haven’t seen the inside of a church in years
Now I’m not saying that it’s right
Who am I to judge
Who am I to point fingers
When my hands aren’t clean enough
So many hungry faces
So many children dying
So many people with the power to make a difference
And so little of them trying
Children raised with no fathers
Mothers having fatherless kids
Children fighting for their lives
Before they had a chance to live
We need you now more than ever
We’re running out of faith
We need you to intervene
Before it’s too late
D.Christian
Should we give thanks and praise?
My dog doesn’t think so
He licks my hand when hungry
only to fall asleep when fed
Barks to go outside
and do his…. business
mostly when I’m in bed
Anyway I don’t care
I’m human, and don’t need
thanks from a dog
It’s quite simple
if I thrive, he thrives
if I don’t he’s dead
So should we offer thanks and praise
to our unseen masters
AKA the gods?
Not that I’m ungrateful for
life’s little luxuries
Just unsure why
adoration is required
Gods already possess everything
immortality, omnipotence,
omnipresence, time travel,
Can change the past,
make our future unravel
Even replay history
relive the mystery?
So who actually came up
with the idea of worship
Which often turned into
sacrifice along the way
No doubt emperor’s and king’s
created gods to control the masses
or to blame them
for their own shortcomings,
As usual common man paid the price
Heads off….rejoice!
Still this doesn’t apply nowadays?
We have our own demigod abilities
Same difference being
we also bend the rules
Why?
Because we can!
We intervene in nature,
invent, adapt,
make things fit together
from bits of scrap,
Heal people
Enhance life
while destroying it too!
So am I saying there’s no god?
Absolutely not!
I’m simply casting doubt
on man’s motives for worship
Look, I’m pouring my heart out here
trying to grasp the bigger picture
questioning everything
Why?
I feel compelled
Just like my dog tilts his head
when unsure about certain signals
It’s so cute!
but no erm…
he also tries bite flies
that encroach upon his skies
My understanding is simple
God can do anything
we mortals believe he can do,
No exception!
It’s true
So what about the devil?
Oh him!
he’s very real
Can’t you see him
in the detail
right here!
Just don’t kneel!
By
David Kavanagh
Hamlet's story
is sad and gory.
From the start the outlook's bad.
The king, i.e. Hamlet's dad,
got bumped off by his loving brother,
who then had the nerve to wed Ham's mother.
One night Hamlet met his old man's ghost,
who said: "My son, while I here roast,
your uncle, who murdered me,
is having a rave-up for all to see."
He added, "I 've got a job for you, my lad,
"Do to 'im what he done to your dad."
But Hamlet never decisively acted,
by doubt and scruples got distracted.
So as he dithered
things slithered
till everyone got killed , alas,
'cept for Horatio and Fortinbras.
Goethe's Faust Part One
is all about this horny don,
who gets browned off by all that learning,
for all he's missed in life much yearning.
Mephisto, you might say the devil,
promises Faust a helluva revel,
on one (see the small print) slight condition,
After the party it's straight to perdition.
Then prancing witches chant "hubble bubble",
Faust goes and gets his gal into trouble.
(Faust may have knowed an awful lot,
but on birth control he weren't too hot).
Things get so bad it can't be true
They perk up a bit, though, in Faust Part Two