Some call him Mr. President
some call him Mr. Trump
Now he also will be known
as Putin’s little chump
He’s broken every oath he took
each word he speaks, a lie
He whispers words of secrecy
just like a Russian spy
The leaders all around the world
now see him as a foe
Still in awe, of how a jewel
is now a horror show
He greeted a known villain
with a welcome mat of red
As countless bombs rained on Ukraine
and innocents lie dead
He stands against democracy
a puppet and a fool
Schmoozing with the devil
he is Putin’s favorite tool
So now it’s all left up to us
to stop this fascist swing
For we, the People, will not serve
a tyrant or a king
Categories:
the devil, political,
Form: Rhyme
The devil is afraid
I told him to show his face
He's steadily hiding in dark
Plotting evil
Taking me unaware, he's a coward
If he can't get to me
He comes through
Those are close to me
I use discernment
So I don't hurt those that are prey to him.
His words are so soothing
But his heart
Is filled with hatred and deceit
Whenever he offers things
Which I know he doesn't give for free
Every gift has hidden intention
Steadily plotting to ruin or destroy
Those that are aware and confident.
Categories:
the devil, africa, children, community, creation,
Form: Narrative
The parties were in full swing.
The doorbell rang, yet no one knew it.
In that instant, everything changed for the party guests.
Speak softly, lean in closer, and turn down the volume.
A sudden death—another soul has taken its last breath.
Did he pass the test? Sniffing cocaine, he choked,
Dust scattering across his desk.
What a mess!
This was his life; he surrendered to cocaine—
Cocaine was his guilty pleasure.
Have you ever witnessed their souls diving into the sea?
It's too late for cleansing.
The drip, drip, drip of blood dissolves into the sea.
This evokes a different philosophy—
The devil’s philosophy.
Categories:
the devil, abuse, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form: Epic
In shadows cast, where darkness thrives,
A figure lurks, with malevolent eyes.
The Devil, whispered in tales of old,
A symbol of temptations manifold.
Cloaked in deceit, with a cunning grin,
A mastermind of chaos from within.
In folklore spun and scriptures penned,
The embodiment of sins, some contend.
A rebel angel, once adorned with light,
Now dwelling in the realms of night.
With whispers sly and fiery schemes,
The Devil haunts our mortal dreams.
Yet, in the depths of this abyss,
Reflections of our darker bliss.
A mirror to our flaws and fears,
The Devil's guise, a warning near.
A choice defined by each soul's sway,
To resist temptation or lead astray.
In verses dark and tales untold,
The Devil's myth, a story unfolds.
Categories:
the devil, evil,
Form: Rhyme
like a miserable cockroach he wriggled
through wreckage in the sump of his life
bottle in hand and at delirious mouth
in a macabre rehearsal of final strides
what had once been a passionate waltz
had become a legless inebriated pirouette
moribund madness personified
liquified insanity stumbling to hell
with wings of destruction in overdrive
it was a sink hole leap towards the abyss
each jump digging deeper and faster
into the rock bottom of body mind and soul
eventually all music and heart stopped
yet he remembered cacophonous decrescendo
enough to wake up from self-inflicted catatonia
like a phoenix and still tarred and feathered by booze
he decided to rise again whatever the cost
the rest is a miracle and sober blessing and still
he knows that Icarus had pinions of wax
therefore he stayed close to new foundations
of hard-won truths and the reality of his privilege
Categories:
the devil, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
I'm in a pickle
Soured sometimes I cry
Because there's not much time here
For I will soon leave memories behind
There is no time for regrets
No time for bitterness
Nothing needs to be undone
I'm only space filled with skin and bones
A beautiful mind only remembers from long ago
I brushed my teeth today
I dressed myself
Combed my hair
I looked in the mirror
I saw a stranger staring back at me
He was crying
Soured by his predicament
I washed my face and walked away
I don't remember
Did I comb my hair?
Categories:
the devil, care, confusion, family, health,
Form: Free verse
Trump,
he's not perfect, admittedly so, but who of us is?
He can be crass, he is brash, and he'll even talk some trash.
He's not hiding who he is. I much prefer knowing who I am
dealing with, than the last joker we got screwed with!
Biden was an unscrupulous thief, selling out our country
for financial gain, with his bagman son!
His administration and the cabal of despicable bureaucrats,
who were actually pulling the strings, while covering up Biden's
obvious mental decline! At least I know who's running the country now.
Yes, sure there are things I don't care for, regarding how Trump
conducts himself, but what I do know about him is this, that he wants
America to be Great, for me, for you, for us all, and since this is the
country I live in, I want that too!
So, in the meantime, I'll put up with a few character flaws!
Categories:
the devil, how i feel, truth,
Form: Free verse
The devil couldn't reach me
He instead put this heart in my chest
This heart the beats for all the wrong people
A heart that beats too loudly
For the people whose hearts don't beat back
A heart that feels too much
And never learns
This heart that yearns for love
That doesn't understand when it's not love…
It cares for the hands that push it away
It aches for the voices, that will never call back,
The devil couldn't reach me
But at some point he learned he didn't have to
With a heart like this
It would destroy itself tearing it apart piece by piece
And call it love
Categories:
the devil, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Staring into the clear blue Sky,
Tears Fill my Eyes,
As the crows come flying by,
High above the trees,
Dancing with the Breeze.
I'm Down on my knees,
Shoveling,
Digging up My roots.
Exposing bitter Truths.
Who I Use to Be,
The parts I Wish weren't me.
Opening the door,
I settle in.
Riding Shotgun with The Devil,
Riding to a different level.
Balancing the Machine,
Repairing the Seam.
Picking up Steam,
Becoming a Team.
How it may seem,
Unclean.
Yet Unseen,
Lie Lessons to Glean.
See the Important Role,
It plays Teaching a Soul.
Finding Light in the Dark,
I embark upon Dimensions,
Sparking my intentions.
Exposing my Ascension,
The Curses and Blessings.
Challenging and testing,
Keeping me Guessing.
It's my Hands on The Wheel,
I can see them from here.
I'm Feeling no control,
Going with the flow.
The best I Know,
Shining as I go.
Sharing my Light,
I stop to pay the Toll.
Continuing our roll,
I begin to let go.
Riding Shotgun with the Devil,
Riding on a whole new Level.
Teaching me what I know,
To Show Love,
To All Those,
Looking to,
Grow.
Categories:
the devil, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
sin is boring- how playful is God in His love
Categories:
the devil, god,
Form: Monoku
I met her where her shadow leaned,
Beneath the cold and hollow sky,
Her voice was soft, her eyes unseen—
Yet still, I told the devil, yes goodbye.
She traced her hand along my wrist,
Her touch like ash, her breath warm mist,
She whispered, "Stay, you won't be missed, "
But I refused to pay the cost.
She promised love, she promised light,
A kingdom built on velvet lies,
Yet I have danced in darker nights
And seen the ruin in her green eyes.
So when she called, I turned away,
I would not beg, I would not cry—
Let others kneel, let others stay,
But I have told the devil, yes goodbye.
Categories:
the devil, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The unkiss of life don't sell your soul
Go find your soul the final kiss goodbye
A Conversation with the Devil of 2025
Mad as thunder, kiss like thorns, blood like blackberry wine, fallen angel charms and looks with smell of Smokey quartz ash, with orange blossom flowers, with white Roses and honeysuckle dreams, and a Ocean Salty Beach scent with a hint of regret of his old former life with is Tom Ford Suit with Signature gloves and Italian shoes with a candy Red shiny apple waiting by Check-in with the twinkle in his eye to claim your soul with contract ready as you make a deal with the devil right hand women Lady S and assistant as he sip his tea off of lava rocks as he offer you a hell fire pen and he seal it with one tear with a Newest emoji of 2025 and as he exit the trumpet are playing in back as he open a secret door to begin your processing to going the devil clan and that final look back to single year and say goodbye to your old life and name.
Categories:
the devil, bible, computer, creation, dark,
Form: Bio
In twilight's hush, where shadows play
A figure emerges, come what may
With eyes aglow, like embers bright
He offers deals, with a wicked delight
His voice is smooth, like silk to touch
As he weaves promises, with a wicked clutch
He'll grant your dreams, with a twisted grin
But at a cost, that's locked within
A soul for sale, a heart to bind
A deal with the devil, forever entwined
In darkness deep, where terrors roam
You'll find yourself, in a wicked home
With every step, with every fall
You'll realize, the deal's not worth it all
For in the end, when the darkness fades
You'll be left with, a heart that's enslaved
Yet still we tempt, the devil's snare
Lured by promises, that seem so fair
But beware, dear heart, of the deal's dark might
For once you sign, there's no turning back the night
Categories:
the devil, evil,
Form: Free verse
In the woods,
Dances a devil named hope
That is out to get you
It's holds a power, so divine
It can set your life in flames
or grow daisies on your grave
Do not step on the same steps
Do not walk on the safe grounds
it will ask you to take risk
give you posion or love potion
to see what it makes of you
Categories:
the devil, hope,
Form: Free verse
It is in the details.
Between the things that seemed to matter but never really did,
and the things that you overlooked,
that crawled quietly into your head and found a home in you.
It is in the details.
The shadows cast on the ruins of love as the sun goes down.
It is the way that her eyes seemed to change colour
when she needed you the most,
the way you stacked the spare change from your pocket,
one coin carefully on top of another,
on your bedside table at the end of the day.
Yes, the devil is in the details.
Don’t forget who it is that you love when everything has been stripped bare....
Categories:
the devil, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
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