#purgatory poems on Hello Poetry

Noandy Nov 2014

Welcome to Catharosia

Come and succumb to our pitiful wail
An allegory written with paints of girded soul;
There, we drench ourselves in colorful shivers
Here, we cleanse our soul for the joy of the universe;

Another day to create
Roses of the night that result in heavy dreams,
Sorority flies, and dead passions of desperate poets;

In the world where we purge ourselves,
Sanity is not our company—

To the torn pages faded by the light
To the worn out tales dimmed by the dark
Here is our salutations and solitude;

Our words untangled and jumbled tears
Will serve you deeds of crumbling back to a piece;

She oozes blood and agony
He ruptures terrors and improbability
They ***** contemplation and daydreams sewn
We engrave beautiful macabre and adored pain—

Where clowns shall dwell and kings lay to death
Where sins tremble and tragedies rejoice
Jolly remains of the day are what we produce
Masked by anxious sorrows and fear so erudite

#poem #fear #anxiety #sorrow #emotion #catharsis #purge #cleanse #cleansing #purgatory

Modern Serenity Nov 2014

Secrets

Things I told you to keep
which were held so deeply to me
All you had to do was not to tell
yet you did and now it dwelled

You swore you never lie
cross your heart and hope to die?
You made yourself the devil slave
*unfortunately you'll be soon entering the purgatory grave!

#selfish #secrets #brokenpromises #purgatory #unforgiveable

Silence Screamz Sep 2014

My Purgatory

Welcome inside!
My own purgatory.
My twisted mind.
My melted story.

Down every hallway,
open a different door.
Tempted by temptation,
fearing nature's *****.

Mirrors on the ceiling,
reflecting a dark stare.
Blood drips from the corners,
makes you want to dare.

Tiptoe to the staircase,
spirals out of pitch.
Death grip on the banister,
devil makes me trip.

Sinister and evil,
shadows follow me.
No more mental hauntings,
wake me from this dream.

Trapped by my surroundings,
biting every bit,
Seeing everything red,
by every blowing hit.

No perfect little world,
or perfect little bell.
Won't you trade me places?
Within my own living hell

I accidentally deleted it a few minutes ago. I apologize!

#purgatory #mytorment

Candy Noire Aug 2014

Purgatory

I'm losing myself
Trying to make people happy
Who can never truly be pleased
I'm spreading my wings
Only for the feathers to be plucked away
You leave me bare
Not even dignity to protect me -
Yet I know there are no gates of heaven waiting for me
I'm no pure angel
But please "salvate" me
So I'm losing a battle over and over
I'm ****** to purgatory.

#love #hell #addiction #religion #death #lust #salvation #heaven #recovery #purgatory

C J Baxter Aug 2014

The Sticky Seconds In Time

Patience has taken it’s time to consume me.
Awake, waking, drifting off in time taking
Hairs from my arm as the hands are braking.
The broken moment entombs me.

wrapped in a fraction of a second.
Achieve consciousness, a flooding
collection of memories and senses.
Just to break back to start at the ending.

Crashing against.

                              Re-living life over
and over. And over again. Fence me
to myself, to forget and remember.
For only a fraction of a second

In my mind its September.

                               'Times on it’s
ridden race again’ say's Rabbie .
But I think it’s either stuck or turned
Madly.

#burn #hmm #purgatory

Don't Exist Aug 2014

After Battle

The Real Battle Starts
Right After all the surviving troops leave
when only soulless bodies of Earth
Remains

In a horrific state of purgatory
who are now suffering the consequences
for their sins

The Mushrooms and Bacteria
judge these bodies
As they decomposed the remains
testing the quality of life

The Crows are the punishers
picking at the remains like a wild carcass in Africa
tearing limb from limb
supporting their own families

And those bodies that had decomposed peacefully
left for the awakening

The darkness pass
The sins are dissolve
but once again chaos is caused

But it is ascertain
that those Bacteria and Crows
and Purgatory
is waiting.

A simple poem

#death #nature #heaven #mystic #purgatory

C J Baxter Jul 2014

Nightmares Of A Squinty Corridor

It's not that I believe it doesn't end.
Its just the angle- I cant see for the bend.
I've been walking this plastic corridor since
I pushed through the blackened door unwittingly.
And it's not that I'm longing to walk it with a friend.
I just hope that I make it out the other side fittingly.

Because what If I've grown
Much to large for my humanly confines?
And what if all I own
Is the rags on my back and a collection of fines?

Will I pass through the doors without interrogation?
Or be doomed to walking this squinted corridor
with nothing but a tireless and ever wasting patience?

#pondering #purgatory #thisistheend

C J Baxter Jul 2014

The Last Look At The First Life

She was screaming her quietest kept secrets.
Letting the wind whisk them off to abandoned retreats
with no second thought, she was knotted to the ground.
So she kept on yelling
Just for the company of the echoes in the sound.

After days of solitude, your own voice becomes a stranger.
Sometimes she believed that there was someone there mimicking her.
Mocking, and revelling in her misery.  But a cynic’s fair voice quietly
told her they were history.
Now in the air, with no torment they exist blissfully.

She emptied her chest as she cried back at them:
"Why can’t I rest,  or at least be condemned? “
It replied with a tone to unravel her to the bone.
You are nothing.
An afterthought, but from which a whole idea will have grown.

#peace #death #torment #torture #rest #purgatory