Short Cult Poems
Short Cult Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cult by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cult by length and keyword.
After the fire,
smoke...
Ashes...
Cult !
only when we leave
is when we will be
what we've always been,
..spirits!
Awoke, rises from death,
A long journey embarks again;
Broke, loosen from faith,
Swiftly strike, no more bargain.
They believed a Capitol riot could make a loser a winner,
After failing, they cling to changing facts by terror and thunder.
Religious right-wing revivial
Sustains Supremo’s survival
With maga culture
Chirps convict’s vulture
Our god’s not dead on arrival
Assault Was Fault of Cult
What we did discover about assault,
Was had been created by their fault;
Such a shame;
Them blame;
We came up with a group called cult.
Jim Horn
Create A Cult
What they did do was create a cult;
Members involved are always adult;
Features not redeem;
And low self esteem;
Are biased, prejudiced and an insult.
Jim Horn
The cult of the bone
the bone
the bone
Chalky and porous and white
as a stone
crushed in a cauldron
in flames in a fire
brewed as a potion
to cure my desire.
Inspired by Anthony Slauson
The Wisdom of the Cult of the Ab-Ab-Normal
Compliments are Insults.
Pride is Relative:
[And UNFORGIVING!]
Conformity is Deception.
Truth Is Absolute:
[And UNRESTRICTED!]
Familiarity is Deception.
-Gray Squirrel
02-25-2025
His heart was a philosopher's stone
that broke down happiness
to it's components
of sex and being alone.
Her skin was the Ouija board
he used in order to receive
messages beyond her soul.
And when they were rapt
in their circle of consummation,
they found the face of
erotic compassion.
Form:
Feed me your stories
I will believe
For I am a good girl
Tell me how to behave
I will be compliant
A Stepford wife
Show me your ways
So that I may copy them
Throwing out all ideas of my own
Give me the missive I am to follow
Listen to me parrot words I do not understand
Reward me with stickers and bookmarks
Thank you very kindly!
I am so glad to be a part
of your well-accepted cults
Here they come,
In their finery,
Wishing I was the Devil,
Theyabuse me and vanish.
This weekend I have invited watchers,
So they can see,
How they keep me in need,
How they win my trust,
For the day.....
Everything is fine and dandy
in their makebelieve world,
What a hold they had over me,
NowI'm registered mentally ill,
So they still have power over me.
But I know and watch for a time when all the actors have died.
As i retired home from hunting
I stood before my shrine,
Forgive me for murdering nature
It was the gun that killed not me
I toil in tears just for my love, at least the bush meat will win her heart...
Hunting has being my grandpa's cult
Tonight, sleeplessness capsize my dreams
I split its blood as tears dropped from its eyes
Saying, 'merci, merci'
But the greed in my hands squash its plead
It was the innocent Gazelle
awoh awoh
Come you zionists of israeeeeel
I can see through your mask
I can see through your lies
I can see you are committing genocide.
Come you people of earth
I want you to shout
I want us to stop the horror
I want it to be no more
Come all you human beings
I know that you know
I know that you care
I know that you are well aware
What we are seeing
Before our very eyes
Is more and more lies
To cover up a genocide.
No one knows the trap,
Cloud ignites to make you stop.
Savant soldier awake at rest,
Knot the wood to make it best.
Beliefs dilapidated the truth for lies,
Devoted followers shrank what they glorified.
Even then, you praise me to suffocate,
Not a single drop showered to show your hate.
These ten points I surely bleed,
Even a monster enters just to leave.
Till death do us part, to be received,
Only the vows I ought to keep.
let my words guide you
do only as i say
there's nothing we cant get through
this is the only way
come with me to the other side
my souls light will guide you
you cannot run and dare not hide
this journey has been made by few
take this cup and drink to me
together we will fly away
leave your body by the sea
the afterlife greets us today
drink my child, bottoms up
my wisdom serves me well
our bodies lay by empty cups
while our souls gather in hell