Short Hells Poems
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Gates of hell flew open today
Now war and terror is here to stay
Picture Chosen Number 8.
Written 28th April 2019
For Crystal Clear Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Joseph May
shrill screams of pain and
terror written on faces
of children running
to nowhere from hell on earth
delivered by winged demons
Written for Andrea Dietrich competition
simply this:top ten tanka
11/03/2015
Hells tree where I hang
A round sack colour black
Inside little black Knots woven along ropes of black
Of all my sins that need paying to clear my rent
All would be paid to clear but prayer is also needed.
I am of age to face my debt.
With a glimmer of hope.
Like the Appalaician mountains
that span high into the sky.
I don't want to do these dishes,
none of them are mine.
Baking sheets,
frying pans,
infinite cups and bowls.
Caked on meat,
wrinkled hands,
A clean kitchen is my goal.......
Jared Pickett
1/22/2010
Asavvy1
finally die
because how can man want
to exist in so many hells
those he encounters
and more that he creates in fantasy.
leave everything to our ghosts
if this world is only a quick illusion
a silly dream that crumbles in the sun
the happier they will be
flying over the skies free of us.
Baby I love you
More than anybody else
You can turn my life into seven hells
Baby I need you
More than anybody else
You can turn my life into seven hells
Baby I want you
More than anybody else
You can turn my life into seven hells
Baby I miss you
More than anybody else
You can turn my life into seven hells
To live, to bleed that drop of blood;
To die and wake up at hell’s door;
Something within my soul quakes, reaping the salvation, heaven’s sake;
…before the cord is severed tied;
I whom sinner must repent before I die
I shall resonate repentive-state hell's door heavens space God's grace
3/26/19
Her behaviour is nothing but heinous,
sarah ain’t evil she’s brainless,
you wanna feel the way her mind does think,
to prevent spillage takes the ice out her drink,
she had friends rent out a room
to stage a fake official leaving due,
and I know her friend has come back around
because suddenly she’s not acting a clown
Rose White removed
because one tells one what to do
Violence
Money
***********
Proliferated by vain and vapid artistry
Break and take the young of our society
She says to them
Our stolen water is sweet
And you'll find the secret bread a delectable treat
So why don't you come into our palace and eat
Stepping into the opulent hall
He unknowingly falls into the depths of hell
Pure things he hated
By selfishness he was dictated
Vile and vacuous things he created
No legacy left his life wasted
Propagated