The Devil Poems - Poems about The Devil

Speak of the devil incarnate to give the devil his due not to play devil's advocate tho' devil-may-care the devil is in the details and while we're there to state so now would be opportune he who sups devil's food cake or devilled eggs with the devil should have a very long spoon but if we don't the devil you say better the silver-tongued devil you...

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Acceptance equals survival Survival equals safety Comfort equals invisibility And invisibility is vital For us to live a somewhat peaceful life 'Somewhat' because they even kill us in silence They even kill us despite our compliance When they see us we are greeted with violence There is a method to the existence of being black A formula so...

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cone shaped it appears zigzagging across the sand the wind is its guide ...

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Fading away as the days dwindle down to a dismal few I'm still grinning what more can I do my head's spinning eyes dimming hair thinning but if the devil's in the details he drives a hard bargain and if heaven's like a five-star hotel with 'Welcome' on the mat remember when beginning your final innings there'll be no winning when you're up at bat ...

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crisp shirt and silk tie freshly polished black wingtips dapper gentleman he fools the naïve manners are impeccable hiding his evil...

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There it hung, quietly trembling a cross etched above her heart a man crucified in ink on skin the world had judged. My desire blurred the sacred fingers brushed past holy lines the cross shifting under motion as if faith itself sighed. She whispered, “Slow down, boy this isn't a race to win you're not here to conquer, just to feel without shame.” And in that moment,...

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Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort, Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame. After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious, Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to Destroy...

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Yes- hustler, all dressed in his lies. Slick talking, devil tongue. Loves ladies of all ages, you watch out for him....

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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...

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always lies devils Zionist is an evil from his head to toe...

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Wee Willie Wagtail, sleek and spry, Flew up to catch a bug on fly, When along came a wily willy-willy Swirling winds aloft willy and nilly Loop-de-looping poor Willie, up into sky!...

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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...

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A darker shade of black. To keep the shadows from peeking back. A dimmer shade of dark. Keep the fear out from my heart. As I closed my eyes I drifted off to sleep. Lying wide awake as darkness hovered over me. In a darker shade of black the devil will attack. Whispering my name but never knowing where he's at. Lying in...

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i wonder- when the people you’ve seen once upon a distant memory ask how i am, what do you say? do you say we don’t talk? do you say the truth? do you admit to your sins like a devil in the church- do you feel a charcoal burn on your soul when you see...

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I remember watching your sunrise, The way I tried to sit back and let it unfold. You swooped me off my feet and showed me the world. The tendrils of a swarm, Ricocheting warmth. Do you ever grow dim, Morning star?...

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