Evil Poems

Evil poems talk about the evil forces of life that fills the poet’s heart with misery and agony. These poems on evil, wicked, immoral and unpleasant happenings will touch the deepest chords of your thoughts and sensitise you towards evil thereby encouraging the importance of goodness in human life. Because as they rightly say, every evil has a brighter side too.

Defeating Evil

Defeating Evil short poem

The air whirled around in circles. Dried leaves whistled beneath my feet. Something was trying to delay me. Something strange was afoot. Rain started to drip, drip, drip. Then torrents down on my face. I was surely getting the message.

No good without evil

No good without evil short poem

Look at me now stare me in my eyes feel the pain, do you? Feel the loss of being right wings torn and clipped lend me some glue. Let me soar up to the moon let’s party where no one

Evil Loses

Evil Loses short poem

He had a point to make People viewed he was good He knew inside stories Was privy to information Actually tried blackmailing Under the garb of advising People fell prey to his ways To people who suspected him He was

The Whirling Storm Of Evil

The Whirling Storm Of Evil long poem

THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing

I Have Blindness Of Evil

I Have Blindness Of Evil short poem

I can see the love of the mother, Which the man who leaves his mom In orphanage cannot see. I can see the future in the eyes of the young, Which no politician can see. It is not needed for

The Evil Day

The Evil Day ballad

Before some three or four-odd days Began the nature show some craze. The people, truly afraid, to say, Nowhere did find a place to stay. The initial portension was a fire, That left a pile of ashes and mire Of

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Awareness

Awareness short poem

I can’t see through every lie The only truth I know is dying Isn’t that a sad thing to say But anything is hard to believe When everything isn’t what it seems what I used to know doesn’t matter anymore

Welcome to Hell

Welcome to Hell short poem

Welcome, welcome I’ve waited for you. Now pray tell, what did you do? Walk passed the hungry, ignoring you knew? Or was it more sinister thought through and well planned? I see you have blood smeared on your hands. You

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

The Watcher

The Watcher short poem

The watcher, he sits over there, Staring,I can see him staring his evil glare, He’s the watcher, he watches ’till I sleep, Then he’ll come for me creep, creep, I drift alone into a world of dread, I cannot move,can’t

Jealousy

Jealousy sonnet poems

Shackled monster that lurks in every heart, Of such ferocious guile yet ever found, To smile the pain, deftly playing its part, So docile and courtly until unbound. With eyes, so green, and spiteful as it goes, Deceitful of mien,

The Way To Go

The Way To Go short poem

when you feel fluky when you feel yourself lucky remember that you are under scrutiny of some nearby inquity that may be someone who is your he may be your own not boor You need to be careful You need

The Leeches

The Leeches prose poem

Have you seen the leeches of society? Have you seen them crawling like snakes? Sucking off the life of everyone Have you seen them with their lawyers? Working the law so the rich get richer Talking of freedom and rights

Lager Der Untermenschen

Lager Der Untermenschen short poem

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready

The Demon That Dwells Beneath.

The Demon That Dwells Beneath. short poem

I don’t just reside under your bed. Don’t you dare escape me, I’m inside your head. My eyes are on you, I crave your blood. My soul is burning, My greed may flood. Trick or treat? I’m impossible to beat

Seek

Seek short poem

The world hates you You’re caught in a scrape Everything is untrue You can’t escape You’re caught in a cage Brought down to your knees You’re not a mage In pity, you say please Stop your mind Take a chance

Confess

Confess short poem

We should have played truth or dare instead we played confess. This was down in the mildew basement mother-in-law apartment an unrented rental in a suburb notorious for its decline of population. Confess someone would say and point. It would

Brew

Brew short poem

you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.

The Ashman Cometh

The Ashman Cometh short poem

Stovepipe tall and thin, all the shades of gray. Eyes so new you might think he’d sprung from a black snake firework. In tumescent jack-in-the-box, sprung toward the clouds. Likely to fall over yet, somehow both erect. And able to

King Damastocles

King Damastocles sonnet poems

My afflicting Evil precedes our God himself; at dawn was born in turbulent oceans, sunken ravines that few had trod, ripe with fruits of ever-present torment. People rejoiced at my each rising word, trees uproot with the gesture of my

Understandings of War

Understandings of War sonnet poems

The world’s a puzzle of inconvenience The members who inhabit it are worse than fallen angels Ghoulishness, fears, abhorrence are their manifest examples And for them there’s palpably nothing like repentance Rare, are the souls who proliferate forbearance As malicious

The Throne Of Lucifer

The Throne Of Lucifer long poem

The sunset blazes upon the vault This afternoon dies slowly forever The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma The prima donna of

Agony

Agony short poem

Your presence to us is a predicament So heartless, merciless, egoist and selfish You never care about our feelings You never respect us, but all you care is how much you will manipulate your powers What a distress creature! Your

Flesh Against Spirit

Flesh Against Spirit short poem

This war between your flesh and spirit, When it begins you can really feel it. For your flesh wants to do the things that are wrong, But your spirit wants you to sing a victory song! Then you get caught

Toxic

Toxic short poem

A toxic tongue laps the ocean and fish goes to sleep at bottom. I do not know from where to start. A distraught candle flickers. The blast victim was pregnant and the foetal head got severed off in womb. There

A Tumultuous Welcome

A Tumultuous Welcome short poem

Tell me about the bluetoothed man, of his stark naked truth, in toe for a brief pause. The toll was mounting. The tallest fraud of chilling facts. The city of cold murders of hermaphrodite. The sex of meanest level to

The Battle Within Me

The Battle Within Me prose poem

Maybe it was just the hand that I was dealt. Never had luck trying to figure life out. I’m doing my best to be the best man I can be. But there’s something evil that dwells deep inside of me.

Bitten

Bitten short poem

Brazen glass moon like ice eyes Fever in the chill of her gothic mask Bitten by a creature of moonlight Bitten and stung by her fire and touch I am in the corridors of wet pain Covens laugh in the

Monster

Monster short poem

Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Freedom Is Always Bliss

Freedom Is Always Bliss short poem

We are free to attack and destroy evil, But for that is needed a very strong will We are free to compromise in life, But not with dagger and knife Freedom is to set free minds from terrors, Freedom is

Fight Till Last

Fight Till Last short poem

Life is a trick with interwoven plot Clever take advantage a lot Apparently truth seems failed All good deeds look derailed Tricky minds proud of all tricks They feel pride in their pricks Vice becomes part of drama Shadows take

Enemy Within

Enemy Within prose poem

Good and evil resides in us all. Both look out our eyes. Both course through our veins. The spectrum of us is a score played out in our hearts and in our minds. Evil and good are in opposition, spread

The God Of Conflict

The God Of Conflict short poem

The story isn’t old The plot will everlast The place was still and cold The plague was spreading fast The people had a sign Their high priest had a task They tore their robes in sin He wore his holy