Best Demonic Poems

tsunami commands 
mother earth to tremble --
demons unburied

blue skies of water 
pour out devastation --
crashing tears thunder

thunderous booms of
explosions in aftermath --   
resilience conquers



By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 9, 2012
for Nature the Destroyer contest (PD)
first place...

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I stare down the alley, upon a tree.
The Demon Child does stare at me.
I look back and He isn't there,
Leaving me frightened and unaware.

I can feel His unlimited hate,
Piercing flame burns as Hell's gate.
That evil Thing sees through my soul.
Each eye is like an empty...

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Demonic desires, dark, feral
Seek objects to possess
True love outpours, it’s touch plural
All’s but God consciousness 

Go with love, not with lust 
In God alone we trust
For what’s body but dust

Ego urge stokes fires
Demonic desires

15-February-2022...

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The Demonic Prince

Demons
The legion of demons
They dwell
In the cold place of hell
Tempt thee
The depth of hell's empty
They're here
For it's time to spread fear
Black crows
Come out of the shadows
They mean
They mean to ruin thee
But who
The demon inside you

Split Couplet Variation:

- Iambic monometer
- Iambic trimeter

Rhyme Scheme:

- Coupled...

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Have you ever had a demonic dream? You know, the kind where you find yourself running for hours away from something that you saw in a horror film? Have you ever thought how those demons were able to follow you through your pillow to the...

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Some people say it claws its way out the artist like a demon
As if ripping his soul instead of flesh
Then fervor bursts like blood
So that a painting anthropomorphizes
How then will the canvas look like
If the stirring’s wreaked by the lord of hell?
How will the music...

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A demonic mind

send in the demons
trudge, trudge, trudge
more demons, we need more
trudge, trudge, trudge

My mind is on fire
I cannot aspire
to go any higher
brain cells in a deep fryer

cooking, smell the stench
untighten my neck with a wrench
take off my head
for I'm already dead

trudge, trudge, trudge
we need...

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Hate is demonic
Hate is the war against love
The foundation of the act of war
Is hate
When one hate
Is mind is demonic
As his act is evil
All from hate

Oh let live spiritual
For in spirituality
 is the Art of love


Hate is demonic
Love and hate 
Are like two ways
To life...

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Fallen from faith in a heathen’s disgrace,
I’ve landed in a weave of liquid ethereal lace. 

Locked in the leather of modest mail linked,
By a chain-choked knight of the reign his quill inked.

The words of my pen are the very sample of Satan,
Aroused by a breath...

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I sat on a merry-go-round from, to, and of Hell.
Goblins floating round and round,
Gremlins going up and down.
I sat on the merry-go-round from, to, and of Hell
Playing "Let's make a deal." with the devil himself.
And as his smile turned into knives,
I could see the infinite...

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Blood fluxing in my veins stained the DARK canvass as pigments
                             LINES stroke - exemplifying this pestilential...

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Demonic voices

In your head
led you in 
direction
fled

In your action
blood, thirst
red

Never knowing
what they said

misinterpreted
read
thought your 
path was 
unled...

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Each little percussion of your
Heart’s drum centers on 
Perfection.

Apathy becomes a cold friend
On a dry day full of lethargic
Heat—sweat beads of undesired
Lust.

I am the apprentice—my master—
Spirits of unquenched probable
Addictions—demons of
Ignorance.

Fallen angel—I denounce you
Here and now.
____________________________
More of my works at alexfalls.com...

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I am a free moral agent
I detest imprisonment
I abhor bondage
I reject  life in the cage
I am imbued with the ability to choose
So I choose freedom
Freedom from political oppression
Freedom from economic oppression
Freedom from religious oppression
Freedom from poverty
Freedom from hypocrisy
Freedom to speak when humanity is in...

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We'll dread
If we're on our deathbed
We'll cry
For we're going to die
That sin
It's a turmoil within
So pale
To feel so very frail
In hours
I'll give you a flower
Suppose
I'll give you a red rose
Last breath
So taste the kiss of death

Track: The Lost Boys - Cry Little Sister
Track: Slipknot -...

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