Short Hellhole Poems

Short Hellhole Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hellhole by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hellhole by length and keyword.


All He Stole

just to push every way
make it through every day
i cannot say
what i feel today

i will be be judged
my memories smudged
along my side, he wont be budged

who could've forseen
i was not yet even a teen
sir, this is obscene 

now black is my soul
trapped in this hellhole
but i have lost control
and my heart is all he stole


Premium Member Infernal Pond

hell's goal is to heal shall we evolve and swap now~ shun hell afterward do each of those who wish the worst for other kin~ they, too, deserve hell paradise on earth guess someone else's hellhole~ shield it to yourself
Written: March 27, 2023 Hell Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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Form: Haiku

My Book

hello,i have a book coming out on december 1st or just before barring any 
unforseen catastrophe called"SIN,A MEMIOR",and will beavailable at 
www.wordclay.com/bookstore.its an original write about the hellhole bosque 
bello cemetary in my town fernandina beach,and three ghosts that reside 
there.its a true story and its well written.please consider my book for 
christmas.thank you.
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Friendship For Two

Laughing and playing, writing letters and talking together
You are the type of friend I would love to be with forever
The smile on your face from across the crowded room
I’m glad that we will be out of this hellhole real soon
The jokes told, the tears cried, and the way we laugh
The way you help me stay strong like a wooden staff
You keep me sane and even, especially when I’m sad
This friendship’s for two and for that I am really glad
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I Ended Someone

I bought a pair of
off-brand running shoes today.

The impoverished man who made them, the man who birthed them sole to tongue in
some third-world hellhole slept like a baby that night after sewing
steadfast at machine no. 21 all day and into the night.
He was too
tired to make love to his young wife and
she was ovulating.

I am become fate,
decider, a 
two dollar bathroom-machine rubber. 
I have become Hadrian's latex wall, and
I have changed the course of history.
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