Short Hellish Poems
Short Hellish Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hellish by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hellish by length and keyword.
Claire's hellish romance
Blissful with glittering scars,
Her quaint lover mugged
Her docility, bridling
Her marriage with sweet sorrows
Laments surrounded
Disfigurated faces
Suffering dolor
Purging for their heinous sins
In the eternal red flame
4-3-2016
For hellish
noise,
no need
hell... enough
have congress...!
of Politicians...!
Centuries’ hazardous, murderous freak
Has fallen upon Muslim simple people,
Rohingya of Myanmar is so direct
Trembling the devil.
Shall I compare thee to a hellish hound?
Thou art more lovely but of the same mind.
Rough winds may shake you but you won’t be downed.
As summer divided us, I was blind.
These hot summers are
like a hellish furnace
It's no one's fault
but all I can feel
Is mild annoyance
at the hot weather
And a deep desire to hide
and try to stay cool.
There are five volcanoes ready to blow
Thousands are in the path of the lava flow
Many will perish
A scene quite hellish
Nature will soon exact her deadly blow
We became an agent of darkness
And together we traced our steps
into the boldness of the cold night
As we listen to the drums of hell
in our hellish garments like a fallen angel.
All the young Jews,
all the young Christians,
all the young Muslims,
debt to confuse
Abraham crying,
prophesy fading,
hellish debentures
—Heaven to lose
(The New Room: July, 2021)
the demons within destroy without
we look, consumed by flame
cackling at the peoples tortured shout
laying on them all the blame
lost inside a hellish prison
anger flares, consuming all
Form:
The trees bent their boughs over the road
shielding the drivers’ eyes
From omens unwelcome in hellish skies
through which blood-red entrails flowed
Painful lies,
broken ties.
Burned down dreams,
razor-ed seams.
Hellish fire,
ruined empire.
Bloody cuts,
hopeless "buts."
Hurtful words,
"You deserve..."
Silent cries,
regretted goodbyes.
Baby, it's a World of Hurt.
Beauty unfortold.
Land unforseen.
Life unfold.
Hellish fiend.
Friend and foe
choose your path
For no one knows
one soul's wrath
Love give and take
Yet not from me.
My soul is careless
My heart is free.
Form:
I've made an art form of longing
A career of wrecklessly pining ,escaping the long hellish hours that stand in my way
Images of beautiful eyes
Whispering secrets
Mind wide open, I sit here sleeping
Wasting my days
“Hell's Bells” what in hell does that mean
An expression I've heard since I was a teen
Do they have bells down there
When you get seated in a chair
Preparing you for a barbecue, what a hellish scene
You have made my mind fully hellish
Yet you are my most favorite dish!
You have made scandal so many times
I can’t help writing very sad rhymes!
When I think of making love with you
Then it seems I am caged in a zoo!
“Hell's Bells” what in hell does that mean
An expression I've heard since I was a teen
Do they have bells down there
When you get seated in THE chair
Preparing you for a barbecue, what a hellish scene
The misanthropic ants
crawl on reality
as I sit by
the river's edge
ruminating on
hellish collapse
meditating on
peaceful solitude
The river’s undulations
caress reality
as I sit by
life’s edge
Rageful-mouthed, lustful-eyed
With a multiclawed greed.
Of no monster of myth, a man
For what's patterned after!
Rising out from which lake
Boils for hellish desires
Of all such manifestations
Most needs subdue; smother.
handsome Harry hastily harnessed hazardous hayseed Hank
heightening his hellish heebie-jeebies.
Hank helped Harry handle hordes of high-spirited hitchhikers
heaping a hodgepodge of hocus pocus on Honey,
Hannibal’s handsomest hog
You can blame me as a nefarious devilish being
Your judgment can convict me as a hellish king
But I'm a surrendered creation from the womb
Where my birth has cultivated my ultimate tomb
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
01/05/2023
Tears are etched into my face and pillow
In the mirror I see and in self pity I wallow
Memories return from that of last night
To put it simply, the events still cause quite a fright
Put in more complex version
It was a hellish mental excursion
Mysteriously intimidating.
Intensely disturbing.
Dim, smoky, noisy. Of what force
Hellish, so pushed on down?
Where a changeful melt of figures, faces
And worse, feeling phases
From out its walls, grasp at attentions
Does ooze. Life's renown!
Girls and boys
pick up your toys
Your playground
has been shut.
There’s a man out there
with greasy hair
hellish hankering
in his gut.
That’s what we thought
till Joey’s father was caught.
He was clean shaven
with neat crew cut.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
July 15, 2012
Gone are the days of happiness
Cause I made mistakes I confess
Smiles were on my face now and then
Anxieties were not in my brain
Good were the days when you were with me
Sweet were your kisses as it should be
Hellish life was beyond my dreams
I left you for worse now it seems