Short Demon Poems
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I know there's a demon inside
Away from me he cannot hide
Oh yea! He has tried
To me he has lied
My soul will be fried
I've already cried
I run at the sight of a gun.
Our cute love
is like a lighter looking for forgiveness from the sun.
Every time I lie
I'm just waiting to die.
War, just war in every century
War, just war everywhere
Can’t stop the demon
Can’t stop in us
Can’t stop
Never
Gone
Off
Ghost
On
As inky as a poetic muse
I burn both ends of the candle
Writing my poems
Righting my wrongs
Inner and outer demons exist
I kiss them both for kicks
There once was an old man, a perv.
And wow! He had quite the nerve.
He pulled down his pants,
Said "Watch my demon dance."
He really threw me a curve.
I know who you are
A terrorist living In my closest
tapped by greed
I feel you
Engaged you to become everyone'
blood drops
Of nothing
For nothing
Bye
Demon smacked me awake with a slap.
Sting on my cheek made me yell “Crap!”
Demon laughed ‘til he fell off the bed.
I laughed too when I saw he was dead.
there was a demon called Golgothan
whose name was something to hit upon
he was smelly and mighty
undies not tighty whitie
we kept him locked away in the john
A ghost is on the prowl
It lurks in the dark
It hides in the dark
Speaking nonsense in my ear
Are you in my head?
A creation of my imagination?
Or are you real?
Form:
Fear is a thief stealing into the future,
the past its lot to pawn
A larcenous demon that hides in the night,
from the gallant, intrepid—and strong
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
Gleaming Tones
on an unconquered
Sun.
Seeing myself
down the Demon hole.
Shimmering fractions
spun on a silver
coin.
And seeing the
reflections
bounce off the
unwanted One.
i’m the only one truly alive ~ you just reflect what’s in my head
said the solipsist to the mirror ~ filling their own image with dread
By David Kavanagh
syllable counter PS 2x17
I'm your recall demon, remember me?
Your one true companion, I'm sure you'd agree
Ahh, memory lane
All that sorrow and pain
I have you in chains, and I'll not set you free
Written 10/26/22
He donned a stalker hat
and went hot on the prowl.
thick fog in contrast
The Demon Hound howled.
His wit is too vast
There was no way out.
Those tracks on the mire
Meant Stapleton had drowned.
A man was walking
Alone down an unlit street
When a demon came
And converted him into
A Jack-O-Lantern of fear
Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "Single Tanka" contest
10/4/2012
The icky sticky squid-man
Squeezed from the water spout
Leapt up my nose and
Sucked my brains right out.
Dug deep inside me
with all his slimy legs
Inside my skull hole
He laid a thousand eggs.
Of all the demons I do face
The greatest foe is more than me.
Self-deception's been hard to trace,
My delusion I can not see.
Rithimus Divisa 2 Poetry Contest
7/11/19
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
I guess he did his job
Master of the American mob
President of the narcissistic
Ego quite sad demented
And scripture predicted
Childlike leader demon
He who would make us great again.
2/14/2021
the contortionist
thats what he is by trade
he cannot speak...he hisses
his curse you could say.
he is silent as night
twice as deadly too
he contorts around his blades
and he never has a single wound
WHO I SHALL BECOME YOU SHOULD NOT HEAR
WHO I SHALL BECOME YOU SHOULD NOT FEAR
PHASES OF LIFE DONT CHANGE
WHO I REALLY AM
I WILL ALWAYS BE THE SAME MAN
FEAR ONLY WHATS INSIDE OF YOU
TAKE CONTROL WITHOUT FEAR
Form:
she showed her most formidable fuchsia self
glowing in the fluorescent pinks of the night
howling her truth, wailing for her demon lover
knowing he would not be returning
the minute she turned into a living rainbow
We all
Got angels and demons
On our insides.
And ain't it nice
When the angels get out,
And we does good?
So easier to be proud.
Easier to be humble to.
Those demons, they wreck us;
You know it is true.
Though I know who’s the one to blame,
I kept starting the flame.
Yes, I killed my world by not listening,
So I tortured my heart by not talking.
What I’ve done is enough to be a reason,
I now know who’s the demon.
Blood dripping demon
I can hear scraping under my bed
My heart stops
21.10.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Why do you fuel the fires of my troubled mind?
Why do you taunt those I love with vile words?
Is there no compassion behind your mask of hate?
Is there no warmth inside your heart of stone?
Leave me!
I know not what I’ve become.