Gothic Poems
#gothic
Gothic poems, a genre of dark and atmospheric poetry, which may feature elements of romance and beauty. Gothic poetry often includes themes of darkness, shadows, night and death, and may be related to goth subculture.
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Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 1:13pm
27th Oct 2020 1:13pm
Ode To The Raven
Ode
to the inky,
midnight Raven,
harbinger of ill-omen.
Lightlessness in her eyes,
heralding one’s demise.
Wolfish, you are!
Voraciously within those eyes lies hunger.
Darkly clad, your soul will nigrify.
to the inky,
midnight Raven,
harbinger of ill-omen.
Lightlessness in her eyes,
heralding one’s demise.
Wolfish, you are!
Voraciously within those eyes lies hunger.
Darkly clad, your soul will nigrify.
#dark
#gothic
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Marks
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 1:56am
20th Oct 2020 1:56am
Some Anxiety
.. ... ...
Tied to the air
Urban air
Translucent
Deep
Unexplored
Tied to the air
Encapsulated air
Cement, concrete and steam
Multiform and functional
It is like an oracle for sleepwalkers
I am floating
I want to be a sign...
A channel
Helping some anxiety
... ... ...
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Image: *Nocturne in Black and Gold – The Falling Rocket*
A painting by James Abbott McNeill...
Tied to the air
Urban air
Translucent
Deep
Unexplored
Tied to the air
Encapsulated air
Cement, concrete and steam
Multiform and functional
It is like an oracle for sleepwalkers
I am floating
I want to be a sign...
A channel
Helping some anxiety
... ... ...
______________________________________________________________
Image: *Nocturne in Black and Gold – The Falling Rocket*
A painting by James Abbott McNeill...
#dark
#gothic
59 reads
4 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
18th Oct 2020 1:59am
18th Oct 2020 1:59am
Cruel Ambivalence
.. ... ... ...
Four lane highway
Four tangents for my mind to go off at
Cruel ambivalence
Cruel certainty
Solitude and high speed ...
When investigating evil
Seeing beyond ... and ... * the beyond *
Highway next to the precipice
So recurring and invisible
Although the abyss only lasts a sigh
The vile can never live an alien life ...
Nor my survival
Evil is a pareidolia ... I look into her eyes...
... I need to believe that she exists
Confusing ... Convulsive ......
Four lane highway
Four tangents for my mind to go off at
Cruel ambivalence
Cruel certainty
Solitude and high speed ...
When investigating evil
Seeing beyond ... and ... * the beyond *
Highway next to the precipice
So recurring and invisible
Although the abyss only lasts a sigh
The vile can never live an alien life ...
Nor my survival
Evil is a pareidolia ... I look into her eyes...
... I need to believe that she exists
Confusing ... Convulsive ......
#dark
#gothic
#mystery
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1 Comment
Marks
Poem Published
16th Oct 2020 1:40am
16th Oct 2020 1:40am
She ...
.. ...
My *male intuition*...
My thoughts
My precognitions
She is air
She is sea breeze
She...
The wrinkles in my bed sheets...
Form her fangs ...
But not my dawns
She...
It is so easy to write a love poem
And complicate it until it gets gothic
It is so easy to become an intricate hunter
... ... ...
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Image: *Love and Pain (Vampire)* a painting by Edvard Munch -1895-
My *male intuition*...
My thoughts
My precognitions
She is air
She is sea breeze
She...
The wrinkles in my bed sheets...
Form her fangs ...
But not my dawns
She...
It is so easy to write a love poem
And complicate it until it gets gothic
It is so easy to become an intricate hunter
... ... ...
________________________________________________________________________
Image: *Love and Pain (Vampire)* a painting by Edvard Munch -1895-
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
79 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 4:11pm
2nd Oct 2020 4:11pm
Veil Victorian
Sweet scent twilight incubating death
with my rosary of thorns bleeding
lusting your flesh of pale vellum
sweet scent twilight incubating death
withering from the tea leaves
in the chancery of my mind's court
dripping from your veil Victorian
with my rosary of thorns bleeding
lusting your flesh of pale vellum
sweet scent twilight incubating death
withering from the tea leaves
in the chancery of my mind's court
dripping from your veil Victorian
#erotic
#gothic
45 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
30th Sep 2020 3:18pm
30th Sep 2020 3:18pm
Other Side Of Fingertips
On the other side of twilight's fingertips
pulling me up to my shins by way of cocaine
touching my skin with lips of a moth
whispering in my ear of blood-red tallow
burning my flesh with the devil's price
harvesting the loonies of hot buttered rum
hung by the modus operandi
on the other side of twilight's fingertips
pulling me up to my shins by way of cocaine
touching my skin with lips of a moth
whispering in my ear of blood-red tallow
burning my flesh with the devil's price
harvesting the loonies of hot buttered rum
hung by the modus operandi
on the other side of twilight's fingertips
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 3:18pm
26th Sep 2020 3:18pm
A Fragrant Scent
A fragrant scent of death calling
floating above the sheets
like a silken-winged moth
burning with desires
pouring over me with a reminder
with eyes fixed upon my breath
of cyanide and almonds
dripping into night's oblivion
a fragrant scent of death calling.
floating above the sheets
like a silken-winged moth
burning with desires
pouring over me with a reminder
with eyes fixed upon my breath
of cyanide and almonds
dripping into night's oblivion
a fragrant scent of death calling.
#dark
#gothic
#philosophical
70 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 4:08pm
24th Sep 2020 4:08pm
Gothic Cough
In quotations of the poet's dark chowder
sluicing across the moon of a gothic cough
hanging on to a thread of my muse's girdle
like an itsy bitsy desperate spider
snubbing the eternal broth of Hell
and dipping into berry wine's almandine
of mythical potion and opium's daydreams
touching your breasts of marble's wall eye
swimming in your veins, sweet Aspartame
in the catacombs of my den abbey
of a friar's candle light of verse chatter
in quotations of the poet's dark chowder
sluicing across the moon of a gothic cough.
sluicing across the moon of a gothic cough
hanging on to a thread of my muse's girdle
like an itsy bitsy desperate spider
snubbing the eternal broth of Hell
and dipping into berry wine's almandine
of mythical potion and opium's daydreams
touching your breasts of marble's wall eye
swimming in your veins, sweet Aspartame
in the catacombs of my den abbey
of a friar's candle light of verse chatter
in quotations of the poet's dark chowder
sluicing across the moon of a gothic cough.
#dark
#gothic
#sensual
74 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 6:43pm
22nd Sep 2020 6:43pm
Dante
come brother seal this day
enter with integrity, with pain
turn a dark morning bright
grey claws my mind
ferocity becomes me
we'll fight until we see the light
shake foundations
bring into fruition your visions
a prophet over the eternal thought
glean fact from fiction give clarity to the situation
a blood oath I will bring the stars with me
I command them from the heavens
let he who is without sin cast the first stone
be there none among you
I ascend and descend at will
no dominion shall...
enter with integrity, with pain
turn a dark morning bright
grey claws my mind
ferocity becomes me
we'll fight until we see the light
shake foundations
bring into fruition your visions
a prophet over the eternal thought
glean fact from fiction give clarity to the situation
a blood oath I will bring the stars with me
I command them from the heavens
let he who is without sin cast the first stone
be there none among you
I ascend and descend at will
no dominion shall...
#dark
#gothic
60 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 5:33pm
21st Sep 2020 5:33pm
by pale light
sorrowful epiphany in ochre watercolors
biased is the day contemptuous in its greed
who feeds from love's alchemy
brewing with need to gorge from a table set for heathens
barbarically feasting off the Gods own plate
bloodthirsty fiends grovel for more
in the theater of the depraved, there are no stars
only macabre villains playing the part for ghosts by a pallor light
who grieve inside themselves
denied the right
they mourn in secrecy
walking into the night
without even the moon to cast its shadow
cold...
biased is the day contemptuous in its greed
who feeds from love's alchemy
brewing with need to gorge from a table set for heathens
barbarically feasting off the Gods own plate
bloodthirsty fiends grovel for more
in the theater of the depraved, there are no stars
only macabre villains playing the part for ghosts by a pallor light
who grieve inside themselves
denied the right
they mourn in secrecy
walking into the night
without even the moon to cast its shadow
cold...
#dark
#gothic
100 reads
8 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 3:25pm
21st Sep 2020 3:25pm
Vampiria
decorate the madness
while it keens inside
make it sing
songs of salvation?
hell no, let me have my say
I'm no saint
mysteries turn upon mysteries
scary little perversions
holding revealing keys
today it's time to sleep
wake the sleeping giant another day
skip to my loo
I'm watching you
sinister stirrings in my reverie speak of my hurt
I cry darkness to listening angels
gifted indigo ambiguity denies my pain
sifting shadows feelings awaken
walking out of the mortal tomb I...
while it keens inside
make it sing
songs of salvation?
hell no, let me have my say
I'm no saint
mysteries turn upon mysteries
scary little perversions
holding revealing keys
today it's time to sleep
wake the sleeping giant another day
skip to my loo
I'm watching you
sinister stirrings in my reverie speak of my hurt
I cry darkness to listening angels
gifted indigo ambiguity denies my pain
sifting shadows feelings awaken
walking out of the mortal tomb I...
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
76 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 3:08pm
14th Sep 2020 3:08pm
Breath Of Her Flesh
#dark
#gothic
189 reads
5 Comments
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