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Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, evil, grief, heartbroken, lost love, wedding, winter,

WINTER WIDOW



whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: abuse, allah, death, evil, hate,

ISIS

You can behead an unarmed man
You can rape a defenseless woman
You can blow up an innocent child

You can burn a book, or 1000's
Attempt to erase history
Spit on the culture of mankind

Here is what you will never do
You will never catch Charlie Brown
Or behead Allah the almighty

You are an army
Of no hearts
Of no heads

The army of the evil living dead

Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: dark, death, evil, horror, war,

The Hounds of Hell Released

The Hounds of Hell Released
Blood-spattered feathers on broken wings, and the Age of Angels and Light was undone. A black mantle of terror and darkness descended, as the red-hot lips of hell opened wide, belching out war-thirsty hounds that shredded peace to pieces.
10-31-2015 Contest: In 5 Lines or Less #1 (Picture This) Sponsor: SKAT A Placement: 6th

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, drink, evil, funeral, scary,

BILL CLINTON

Never hid in Jefferson Airplane
Never beat his wife
Never wept on the floor of jail
Never drank his life away
Never ranted on soldiers grave
Never changed his name
Never came back from the dead


Poem Details | by Pauly Plaster J.R. |
Categories: art, death, evil,

Repugnant Shrapnel

The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander. 
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: evil, grief, life, loss, relationship, symbolism, voice,

She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

Stir-fried, blackened hand that stole many hearts
well-done, the fleshy flesh that tastes so good.
Like a fleeing animal that jumps and darts
love and live forever if only she could.

In fright, scared of stiff, boring boredom
a queen fluffing up for the next throne.
Her smile could win any kingdom
Her cuts gash so deep--down into bone.

She gazes back at her path of destruction
another heart in her black crushing hand.
Misery, depression, pain- her sweet elation
clawed feet in the pit of hell, there she stands.

Let the dead now hear, her anguishing cries
as bolted justice now descends from clear skies.

R.J. Lindley,
1974

Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: evil, fantasy, grave, halloween, mystery, scary,

Whistling Past A Graveyard

whistling past a graveyard Devil may care, but I have no regard I walk among granite tombstones six feet below are boxes full of bones I find myself in a dark, dark room only to realize it's a witch's tomb gravedigger has bodies to retrieve on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve

Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: death, destiny, evil,

Fated Hell

Slovenly sorrows cause a blur, Shameful shallows seep and stir. He whimpers; a cowering cur, Deathbed's deals, give-take, now occur. Soul dried, bunched ball of prickly burr Waste-of-time tears, goad like a spur. Apologies, are but a slur, Regrets besmirch like rancid myrrh. Slanderers’ stooge, no amateur, Souls sold, Evil’s entrepreneur. Atropos to cut; F A T E S concur Time to let loose this saboteur! “Burn in H E L L”, said the whisperer… Contest: Early August Standard Sponsor: Brian Strand 3rd Place ~Susan Ashley~ 7/28/17

Poem Details | by Johanna Hartnett |
Categories: beautiful, conflict, dark, death, evil, humanity, love,

Angel Loves The Devil

Leaning in a whisper brings red to her cheeks

Wings fluttering at his touch

Hot as fire against cool as clouds

A tempting death

Blushing never felt so good

His kiss starting a new fire

A fire from hell

Standing beside the angel

His jaw bone breaks her innocence

He is beautiful

A fallen angel





Poem Details | by Joshua Aguire |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, depression, introspection, sad,

Necessary Evil

take this blade 
and cut your wrists
make escape holes for the devil

let him leave you
through the bleeding
make the world then somewhat level

it's a sacrifice 
most unholy
but for the good of all mankind

so take thy soul
unto the slaughter
and you'll find i'm right in time

sure i'm just 
your shoulder demon
and yes i've fallen from what's divine

but no lives
will get saved this evening
'less you're willing to cross the line

Poem Details | by L. J. Carber |
Categories: allusion, angst, appreciation, death, eulogy, evil, spiritual,

When Evil Dances

When Evil dances,
good hearts are stopped,
grief swells into an ocean,
asked, why him? why her?
why did they have to die?

No answers are given, for none
can be given, not in this world.
But if the soul is real, immortal,
then the murdered rise again,
alive in some other place, alive
in  a world of endless dreaming
where love is never broken,
where love is never lost....


(Written to commemorate all those killed 
senselessly in their places of learning or worship.)
Posted to Soup:5/28/18

Poem Details | by jay moore |
Categories: crazy, dark, death, evil, faith, god, self,

Scratching at my Soul

It had to be a dream
But so, so real
It did seem

And it did feel
Like everything in sight
Had it's own appeal

Oh how bright
Was the black
Of the night

Then the attack
From all around
Front and back

Unbelievable was the sound
Of pain's own cry
Even through the ground

Fight or fly
No! run and hide
Stay and die

Not hard to decide
It seems to be everywhere
Escape I tried

It didn't care
I could feel the cold, dead touch
Through my soul it did tear

The pain was much
More than anything
Unbearable or such

Fearing what it will bring
Resist, fight and pray
To the one and only King

I am not prey
Never have been
And not that day

Poem Details | by jay moore |
Categories: crazy, dark, death, education, evil,

HELLHOUND

When death comes around
Try not to be found
Hard to get away from a HELLHOUND
They stay mean and tightly wound
Can smell you even off the ground
Up and down, Even round and round
Won't stop till your in the mound
Their growl a demonic sound
Chewing up your flesh pound to pound
Flesh from bone no longer bound

He will come around
Knows where you can be found
Eyes of fire that HELLOUND
Your path will be unwound
They come from the ground
You won't make it another round
Can you imagine your mound
From there not a sound
Against the soil you can pound
It's over your bound!


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: city, dance, dark, death, evil, sleep, voice,

A WALTZ IN THE PARK



Like a secret confided with his last breath
Dangling from his every syllable
He draws me near whispering in my ear
Reaches in to the depths of my soul
He holds my beating heart
In the palm of his cold hand
The demons lurk in the thick murky fog
On my walk at dusk thru an ill lit park
They toy with the last moments before sunrise
While the city seems to still sleep
I’ve said my goodbyes to the tune of violins
Withered brittle leaves stir as death circles
Cold winds whirl and no one sees my tears
I’ve swayed to my last waltz
I can finally forget the insomnia that has me
In the grip of darkness devoid of a guiding star



posted on April 30, 2019

Poem Details | by jay moore |
Categories: dark, death, death of a friend, evil, farewell, fate, identity,

Walkabout with Death

I've been on a walkabout with death
He keeps trying for my last breath

But I will not go gently or quietly anywhere
Anywhere I want, most wouldn't dare

He just took my uncle, and is coming for my friend
I got in the truck and took him to face his end

They say I don't know my place
To fall in line, that's the disgrace

They want to send me away again
To try and see where my mind has been
And why I'm layered with sin

It'll be their turn
To see if they can learn

I do not hide
What I am inside

Poem Details | by jay moore |
Categories: anger, dark, death, evil, fate, horror, pain,

The Reaper

I've buried some and I'll bury some more
Hell no I don't keep score

If you see me, it's over
Shoulda picked a different clover

I don't care whose gonna miss you
I just wanna hurry up and get through

Don't cry or try to run
You can't believe things I can do son

Nah, go ahead

Poem Details | by Willie A. Buchanan |
Categories: crazy, dark, death, evil, horror, murder, scary,

JACK THE RIPPER


The man in the alley is insane.
Syphilis eats at his brain.
All dressed in black,
he is ready to attack.

He stalks in the dark of night,
trying to stay out of sight.
A certain type he wants to find.
Whores,filthy whores screams in his mind !

A door opens at a nearby Inn.
Laughter for a moment and silence again.
The click-clack of heels on cobble stone,
as a woman of the night walks home. 
 
A short scream then a moan,
as flesh is cut from bone.
He can hear the music of wind chimes,
as he stabs fourteen times.

He feels joy at her last breath.
Justification is somehow felt by her death.
Her suffering and demise brings delight,
as he disappears into the night.

Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: abuse, death, evil, lost love, pain, sad, sorrow, suicide,

Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horseshoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: death, environment, evil, life, nonsense, political, pollution,

I turn off my TV

I sit on my chair and travel the world
I turn off my TV 
And cry

Poem Details | by cecil hickman |
Categories: age, death, evil, life, sin, social, words,

Erotic Death

Their erotic death or life eternally,
Directed trance like powers of eyes.
Along with blindness of surprise,
Delivers humanities lustful dormancy,
Creating a new formal entity,
The power that sparks darkening skies,
Lurid scheme of evil does disguise.
Enticingly becomes the destiny.

Transformations brought forth.
One bite brings immortal youth.
Never to grow old, what worth,
Ignoring legitimate truth,
Whether by choice or not henceforth,
We walk upon night in sleuth.


written for contest
Poems from the Vampire!

Cecil Hickman

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging

Poem Details | by LEON WILSON |
Categories: bible, christian, death, evil, faith, sin, slavery,

SIN

Destructive evil
Preditor living within
Controlling bondage.

Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: black african american, death, evil,

Michael Brown

His name was Brown, his face was black
he walked alone outside a shack.

A siren sang across the track
and signaled clear the next attack.

A man in blue (a maniac?)
took aim and made the morning crack .

Like stones around a cul-de-sac,
six bullet holes frame Michael's plaque.


Poem Details | by Arlene Smith |
Categories: evil, grave, scary,

Grave Curiosity

Fog so dense,
within iron fence,
hides bloody scenes
from curious teens.

Righteous souls,
this place can't hold,
but evils loom
in graveyard doom.

Angel's death 
brought them to rest.
Bodies bound
in hallowed ground.

Spirits rise
neath moonlit skies.
A phantom chill
in midnight still.

They feed on fear
and salt of tear.
From the mist,
a ghostly kiss.

Boneless fingers;
touch that lingers
up the spine
Creep to the mind.

Dare to roam
through chiseled stone,
with no escape;
they've locked the gate.

Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: conflict, cry, death, emotions, evil, fire, funeral,

MH17 TRAGEDY

This is a tragedy
A tragic in the history
MH a Malaysian Hospitality
Ended in a catastrophe
Another date of unhappy

July 17 you flew from Amsterdam
MH 17 you are proud flying no harm
Boeing 777 is your airplane
You are shot down in Ukraine
That’s in the Russian border
In the conflict zone it happen

Malaysians are shock
Everyone felt struck
And we mourn the attack
Crying your luck

Your destiny hack
Before MH370 is back
You come with a shock
Suppose Kuala Lumpur is your last track


Kota Kinabalu (18 July)