Short Damnation Poems
Short Damnation Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Damnation by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Damnation by length and keyword.
The roaring of the seas
The tumult of traffic
The rumbling of the wind
The curses of the crows
eternal damnation is its thing
The end of all is vanity,
damnation so accused
The mirror speaking falsely
—of promise purple hued
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Purity weds corruption,
a marriage unrhymed
An Angel having fallen
—damnation defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)
Purity weds corruption
—a marriage unrhymed
An Angel having fallen
—damnation defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)
Unbridled passions inevitably lead one's soul into the torturous abyss of damnation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 June 2017
unholy earth calls
darkness commanded by sun
powers suspended
resurrection at nightfall
an eternal damnation
grievous offense against law of Eternal God
Sin called mortal deprives us of spiritual life
Sanctifying grace brings everlasting death
Damnation of the soul
Break the lifeless hold
Escape the bonds of darkness
Keep from entering evil
Don’t go lose yourself
Let the light hold you secure
And keep you from damnation
Russell Sivey
Men were made in God’s immortal image
But were lured into serpent’s cruel cage;
Christ bought redemption
From eternal damnation,
For the sinner who wants to be a sage.
Men were made in God’s immortal image
But were lured into serpent’s cruel cage;
Christ bought redemption
From eternal damnation,
For the sinner who wants to be a sage.
It is impossible to live at peace with an enemy for whom peace is anathema.*
Anathema meaning “a person or thing accursed or consigned to damnation or destruction.”
The road to hell was paved with interesting intentions
It’s an alternative route for those who will dare damnation
I wonder why some people actually reject redemption!
Revelation
is such a
Temptation
that leads us to
Damnation
which always seeks
Salvation
relieving us from the
Frustration
of the lack of
Creation....
Form:
Beautiful bloom,
The excitement of the nation
Beautiful doom
A pure countries damnation
The beauty of a flower
Is that of the oppressive power
God bless the U.S.A
For remaining strong today
I’m alive, I’m okay; I ain’t gone away
Still trying to write a few words everyday
Is this lack of creation
My eternal damnation…
It’s bad when an atheist thinks he should pray
Take me
to Hell
Take me
to Heaven
Bless me
with kindness
Curse me
as leavened
Angel within
me
Devil
in waiting
Salvation
unseeded
Damnation
— equating
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
An aging streetwalker, she
A hell-and-damnation preacher, he
Met at death's door, unexpectedly
His life she saved, as hers expired
Ministerial brimstone melted
~ by a harlot's fire
In my head are dark contemplations
Rattled by silent reflection
I fear my introspection
And my own damnation
Scrawled on concert halls
And ghost town malls
See my eyes
Death lies
...Why?
Alleluia
Somewhere
between
hellfire
and
damnation
I sat
thinking
“God,
I miss the Alleluia’s.”
John G. Lawless
©12/24/2017
It is my turn to face the flame
The darkest fire
Her wrath of penance
The woe from my pestilence
An evil army of deadly words
Damnation to finally pay
it leaves a sour taste in the mouth
I am now ended
Form:
Limerick : Once the UN wore a carnation
Once the UN wore a carnation
Now in the shade looks like damnation
Halls echo inane talk
House for rent at New York
Is UN ever on vacation ?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Who but me nor my friend shall see my glass
In the sea of lies and I am of them
I have shown the way to damnation and yet I do not
Seem to come nor decere on that fact and yet whom yet
Am I a gentile foul in the sky.
Form:
Mad men scream inside my head
The dead feast upon my faith
Regurgitating what hope I have
Into the fire of damnation
Frustration engulfs me
Like the morning mist
Yet I persist in pursuing
The face of God.
Form:
This flame that`s lit
upon your face,
this passion that looks so dense
in your eyes,
these lips that have taught my heart to beat,
this edge of dreams that sit
upon your dimpled cheeks;
......i hope it`s not illusion.
A Mississippi back road,
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down
Perdition, destruction
—damnation refound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)