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.


Cult

After the fire,
smoke...
Ashes...
Cult !
only when we leave
is when we will be
what we've always been,
 ..spirits!


The Untouchable

Awoke, rises from death,
   A long journey embarks again;
Broke, loosen from faith,
   Swiftly strike, no more bargain.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Cult of Personality

They believed a Capitol riot could make a loser a winner,
After failing, they cling to changing facts by terror and thunder.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member the cult continues

Religious right-wing revivial
Sustains Supremo’s survival
With maga culture
Chirps convict’s vulture
Our god’s not dead on arrival
Form: Limerick

Assault Was Fault of Cult

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
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Form: Limerick


Create a Cult

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
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Form: Limerick

Cult of the Bone

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
Form: Couplet

Premium Member The Wisdom of the Cult of the Ab-Ab-Normal

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

Cult Temples

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:

Premium Member Cult Me Up Please

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

Paodophilic Cult Weekend

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.

Cult:

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

genocide

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.
Form: Rhyme

The Guilty Martyr

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.
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The Cult

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
Form: Rhyme

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