Poems about evil make us think about what’s good and bad, right and wrong. Evil is when someone does things that hurt others on purpose and cause a lot of harm.
It’s the opposite of being good and kind. These actions are mean, unkind,or scary and sad.
Poems about evil offer a different kind of experience compared to happy or funny poems. They talk about feelings like anger, jealousy, or hatred.
The words in evil poetry can give you a creepy feeling. It is just for fun! It gives you a safe way to feel a little scared or excited without any real danger.
In this collection, we have collected some famous poems about evil. Let’s enjoy a different kind of mood while reading these poems today.
By Ivor Gurney
What evil coil of Fate has fastened me
Who cannot move to sight, whose bread is sight,
And in nothing has more bare delight
Than dawn or the violet or the winter tree.
Stuck-in-the-mud – Blinkered-up, roped for the Fair
What use to vessel breath that lengthens pain? • , ,,
O but the empty joys of wasted air
That blow on Crickley and whimper wanting me!
I scream at the demons
pushing over indiscriminate objects
tripping me through clear doorways
knocking things from my feeble hands
laughing constantly in my head
like evil clowns
“Life is cheap,”
Said strong to weak.
“Wrong is right,”
Spoke rich to meek.
“Do none, hear none- nor speak, or see.”
Evil said to divinity.
And we wonder why, when then
We do speak, that
No one seems to be listening.
You feel the switch, it starts with a twitch.
Then you don’t have no control.
Like your strapped in a seat total defeat.
Your fighting hell for your soul.
Your hearing things, the chaos it brings,
All you can do is stand by
The things that you do are nothing like you.
You have no choice but comply.
Soon your set free from your entity.
You better just hope that your blessed.
Because in the dark, there is that spark.
That comes back and makes you possessed.
2 Corinthians walk into a bar
Where the bartender is the Devil,
And they say to him, “We know who you are.”
“Who am I?” asks the Living Evil.
They reply, “The wandering star
Fallen from the heaven you chose to abandon.”
“Yes,” says the Devil, “and also President Brandon
When night falls, evil stirs,
In the shadows, it purrs.
Creeping, crawling in the dark,
In its presence, dogs bark.
The night’s embrace, cold and deep,
In its arms, fears creep.
Whispers, rustles, in the air,
In the dark, evil’s lair.
Yet with dawn, the night recedes,
With the light, the darkness bleeds.
In the day, we find our grace,
From the night’s cold, chilling embrace.
The Face Of Evil
Evil wears many a face,
In every time, in every place.
Not just in strangers, but in friends,
In its form, the norm bends.
Sometimes open, sometimes hidden,
In places expected, or forbidden.
In each guise, a different tale,
In each form, a different veil.
But in recognizing its many masks,
We equip ourselves for the tasks.
To face evil, in all its ways,
In our actions, in our days
The Siren’s Call
Like a siren’s song at sea,
Evil calls, enchanting thee.
Sweet the sound, and fair the face,
Leading to a dark embrace.
Drawing closer, unaware,
Of the doom that lingers there.
In its melody, lies a trap,
In its beauty, evil’s wrap.
Yet those who heed the warning clear,
Evil’s song they do not fear.
For in its call, they know the cost,
Of souls forever, hopelessly lost.
The Puppeteer’s Strings
Hidden from sight, evil plays,
Pulling strings in unseen ways.
Like puppets, we dance to its tune,
Under the sun, the stars, the moon.
Each string, a lie, a deceit,
Moving us with invisible feet.
Controlled, guided, without a clue,
Of the hands that guide what we do.
Yet when the strings are finally cut,
We see the path from the rut.
The puppeteer’s game, at last revealed,
In the light, the truth unsealed.
The Serpent’s Whisper
In the garden, the serpent waits,
With evil intent, it baits.
Whispering words of sin and vice,
Offering fruit at a heavy price.
Sly and subtle, it moves with grace,
In every corner, it finds its place.
With each hiss, a promise made,
In its coils, the light does fade.
But the wise see past the guise,
In the serpent’s eyes, the deceit lies.
For in its whisper, danger lurks,
In its shadow, evil works.
The Heart of Darkness
In the heart, evil takes root,
Silent, unseen, it grows its shoot.
Fed by anger, hate, and fear,
In its growth, the end draws near.
It poisons thoughts, corrupts the soul,
Consuming all, making unwhole.
In its embrace, warmth turns cold,
In the heart, evil takes hold.
But not all hearts yield to its call,
Some stand resilient, tall and gall.
Yet in the shadows, it waits still,
For the heart, it seeks to fill.
The Mask Of Innocence
With a smile, evil deceives,
Under a mask, it weaves its leaves.
Innocent eyes, a gentle touch,
Hiding the truth that means so much.
Beneath the surface, darkness lies,
Cloaked in the most innocent guise.
But the facade soon cracks and breaks,
Revealing the horror that it fakes.
Yet still, we fall for the charm,
Unaware of the lurking harm.
Evil, in innocence, finds its play,
In the light of the unsuspecting day.
The Whisper Of Temptation
Whispers soft, in the dead of night,
Evil speaks of forbidden delight.
Promising power, offering dreams,
In its lies, reality teems.
It lures with words, sweet and sly,
Underneath a starless sky.
Leading astray with each breath,
Drawing souls closer to death.
But those who listen find only pain,
Trapped in evil’s gilded chain.
The whisper fades, leaving regret,
In its wake, sorrow and debt.
Shadows Among Us
the daylight, evil hides,
Wearing masks, its true forms bides.
Among smiles and kindred spirits,
Lurks the dark, with its own merits.
In the crowd, it silently stands,
Reaching out with invisible hands.
Cloaked in normality’s guise,
Evil watches with unseen eyes.
But when night falls, it reveals,
The darkness that daylight conceals.
Among us, it walks unseen,
In every shadow, it has been.
Oh Evil, Oh Evil
I’m living in anger, I’m living in pain,
but the evil that befalls me, will have no gain.
it is cynical, and it’s words always bear shame.
Oh evil, oh evil, how you blacken my days.
it roars with fire, but looks like an angel.
it’s evil deeds, are linked together like a pretzel.
it’s hiding it’s black side, but showing off jewels.
oh evil, oh evil, you better change your ways.
Every word is a curse, and hurts like a knife.
every sight of its face, adds stress to your life.
every breathe that it takes, shrinks your pretty smile.
Oh evil, oh evil, how you hardly die.
A life with evil, is a dark cross to carry.
its pain and struggles, turn tears into blood.
but one day alone, and one day surely,
oh evil, oh evil, you shall reveal your lies.
nothing is hidden under the sun
The Good In The Evil World
BY REBECCA HAZELTON
Before the war leaned in and blew out
the candles, there were many long days
where lovers called themselves lovers
and a house was a dream but also
four walls, a roof. A father called
to his daughter to see the monarch butterflies,
pausing in their migration to fan the goldenrod,
a tiger in each coy disclosure.
A young man reached for a blackberry
and found draped on a branch a green snake
the color of matcha. A snake the color of matcha
sighed in the sun. People drove in cars.
There were jobs and someone had to work
every morning. A man quit his job
but it was no tragedy. He didn’t like the work.
Another man slid in and found it comfortable
enough, and just as easily slid in beside
the man’s wife and into the everyday rhythms
of his life and that was no tragedy either.
After rains, a ring of mushrooms would delicately
crack the earth. Spanish moss harbored red mites.
The sky wasn’t interesting. No one looked up.
This is all about the evil poems.