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.
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 7:45pm
31st Jan 2020 7:45pm
Her Scent
It was hard to focus on his work when all he could smell was Becca’s scent all over him. He was cursing his vampire senses for the past five hours. He wondered if she liked the clothes he had Morgan pick out for her. Once again, the only thing on his mind was her. That’s when his best friend and business partner Coyer Vanderwal came walking in and sat down on the couch.
“Man, who is your new human?” Coyer laughed.
“You can smell her too?”
“The whole fucking meeting. Hopefully, she tastes as delicious as she smells.”
“I’m not feeding off her, you...
“Man, who is your new human?” Coyer laughed.
“You can smell her too?”
“The whole fucking meeting. Hopefully, she tastes as delicious as she smells.”
“I’m not feeding off her, you...
#gothic
#vampires
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Poeticoutlaw
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 5:24pm
28th Jan 2020 5:24pm
Ukraine Wine
Простий, як його акцент голий мій самотності. У їдальні. Допитливість та темних вітрильного спорту....
#gothic
#alcohol
53 reads
9 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 00:14am
23rd Jan 2020 00:14am
A Train
.. ... ... ...
A woman dressed in gray ...
Asleep
A dark train carriage
Fantasy
The black exterior landscape
Sudden empathy
She must be depressive
So depressive ... that she does not exist
Then she is my type
Sweet depravity ...
A station... Another station ...
Passing like my spermatozoons
In the erotic dream ...
That I have inserted in her desolation.
... ... ... ...
A woman dressed in gray ...
Asleep
A dark train carriage
Fantasy
The black exterior landscape
Sudden empathy
She must be depressive
So depressive ... that she does not exist
Then she is my type
Sweet depravity ...
A station... Another station ...
Passing like my spermatozoons
In the erotic dream ...
That I have inserted in her desolation.
... ... ... ...
#gothic
100 reads
6 Comments
Benzy_420
BTheW
BTheW
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 8:16am
15th Jan 2020 8:16am
My Dark
Between the stars
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name
THIS is what I am
Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name
THIS is what I am
Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
#dark
#identity
#gothic
#confessional
#metaphor
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TCLilly
Odette
Odette
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 11:46pm
14th Jan 2020 11:46pm
Velvet, Lace and Leather (and Also Your Sigh)
Just like the snow in gothic television shows
Your love is warm though your touch is cold
And I can’t wait to see you out tonight
All velvet, lace and leather
Under yellow street light
There are few things I hold dear in this tragic life
Your smile among them and also your sigh
And if at this very moment I happened to die
At least I beheld you with my eyes
At least I kept my promises and did my best to be kind
I’ve never been very good at doing what I’m told
I know what I like and I refuse to grow old
You will always stay...
Your love is warm though your touch is cold
And I can’t wait to see you out tonight
All velvet, lace and leather
Under yellow street light
There are few things I hold dear in this tragic life
Your smile among them and also your sigh
And if at this very moment I happened to die
At least I beheld you with my eyes
At least I kept my promises and did my best to be kind
I’ve never been very good at doing what I’m told
I know what I like and I refuse to grow old
You will always stay...
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#gothic
#lyrics
81 reads
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 3:47am
13th Jan 2020 3:47am
Raphium Series~the hidden lusts of a Goddess
suspended animation
into the matrix of the mind
give in to temptation's curse
blind to this place
I'm bored out of my skin
do you mind if I get undressed?
put aside my childish facade and really be me
you see I've never had that freedom
I'm so sick of propriety
snobbery and bigotry
are you too little where it counts?
come inside me if you dare
see me true
all my natures are real
something from nothing
I am She
I feel so alone in this
no one can know me really
I have to lie and...
into the matrix of the mind
give in to temptation's curse
blind to this place
I'm bored out of my skin
do you mind if I get undressed?
put aside my childish facade and really be me
you see I've never had that freedom
I'm so sick of propriety
snobbery and bigotry
are you too little where it counts?
come inside me if you dare
see me true
all my natures are real
something from nothing
I am She
I feel so alone in this
no one can know me really
I have to lie and...
#lust
#dark
#gothic
85 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2019 3:34pm
23rd Dec 2019 3:34pm
my favorite color has always been purple
I turn and see my reflection in the starshine
it frightens me the amount of anger stored in a lighthouse
darkness becomes me when I'm undercover
dispelling myths is a trial they are so intricately woven with truth
use your imagination and they become faith
true faith is love pure and simple
it is a choice without condition
this is impossible without judgment
it is human to judge
immoral people stand huddled in a congregation
celebrating a God of their own
but in whose eyes are they immoral
and does it really matter?
...
it frightens me the amount of anger stored in a lighthouse
darkness becomes me when I'm undercover
dispelling myths is a trial they are so intricately woven with truth
use your imagination and they become faith
true faith is love pure and simple
it is a choice without condition
this is impossible without judgment
it is human to judge
immoral people stand huddled in a congregation
celebrating a God of their own
but in whose eyes are they immoral
and does it really matter?
...
#love
#dark
#gothic
195 reads
15 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Nov 2019 00:04am
30th Nov 2019 00:04am
Queen of the mists
you saw me dissolve into mist
watched as I silently cry in the aether
nothing more than an ethereal fantasy
yes, you feel me, my magic is powerful
look again, I'm your seductress
it's up to you who is conjured from deep within
softly I come so not to stir the temptress
the one waiting in the echos of time
well-chronicled is her appearance
shipwrecking the souls of her intended
I tiptoe through the graveyards over eternity
restless spirits are sleeping
hush now don't tell a soul I'm casting on the winds, ...
watched as I silently cry in the aether
nothing more than an ethereal fantasy
yes, you feel me, my magic is powerful
look again, I'm your seductress
it's up to you who is conjured from deep within
softly I come so not to stir the temptress
the one waiting in the echos of time
well-chronicled is her appearance
shipwrecking the souls of her intended
I tiptoe through the graveyards over eternity
restless spirits are sleeping
hush now don't tell a soul I'm casting on the winds, ...
#love
#dark
#gothic #magic
#gothic #magic
232 reads
10 Comments
Hiraeth
Poem Published
27th Nov 2019 6:28am
27th Nov 2019 6:28am
Gold.
I see fear in strong faces
Between healed bones
And night bruises
Strength carved out in hollow chests
We are all empty
Trying to cause our selves pain
In the name of art
Figuring out where we fit
Into the bigger picture
The picture we had no part in creating
I try, with the assumption that you'll do the same
But disappointment can be seductive
Hang over you like a tree that
Has started to decay
They mimic hollowed out bones in my face
You've gotten older
You do not smell as sweet
Your hair...
Between healed bones
And night bruises
Strength carved out in hollow chests
We are all empty
Trying to cause our selves pain
In the name of art
Figuring out where we fit
Into the bigger picture
The picture we had no part in creating
I try, with the assumption that you'll do the same
But disappointment can be seductive
Hang over you like a tree that
Has started to decay
They mimic hollowed out bones in my face
You've gotten older
You do not smell as sweet
Your hair...
#gothic
#narrative
#confessional
#mystery
#tragedy
210 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Nov 2019 2:05am
27th Nov 2019 2:05am
occult worship
you're a bastard loitering in the lobby of my soul
speaking a derelict language
a pornographic thought in confession
I will exorcise you, lewd vagrant
occult worshipers of disbelief,
the faithful pay you to stay and plague my existence
my womb is polluted by your hate slogans
despiser of womankind be gone...
speaking a derelict language
a pornographic thought in confession
I will exorcise you, lewd vagrant
occult worshipers of disbelief,
the faithful pay you to stay and plague my existence
my womb is polluted by your hate slogans
despiser of womankind be gone...
#dark
#gothic
175 reads
7 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
27th Nov 2019 00:39am
27th Nov 2019 00:39am
Poemless
.. ... ...
Relaxing through meditation...
Its imagery and locutions
A phenomenon and exact science blended
All is tidy and predictable...
Spooky, creepy and perfect
Books turning into a female silhoutte in a library...
Life occurs due to secrets and rumors
But it is like being grieving survivors
Forming clues and thoughts with slowness
From a distorted happiness
... ... ...
Relaxing through meditation...
Its imagery and locutions
A phenomenon and exact science blended
All is tidy and predictable...
Spooky, creepy and perfect
Books turning into a female silhoutte in a library...
Life occurs due to secrets and rumors
But it is like being grieving survivors
Forming clues and thoughts with slowness
From a distorted happiness
... ... ...
#dark
#gothic
#philosophical
132 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 11:36pm
11th Nov 2019 11:36pm
mystic
the day bent and boil
it was full of paranormal activity
I reach out to touch the veil
snap, pop, the air was electric
it sent a pulse through my synapses
opening my third eye
I saw a lady looming by me
she held a knife
she look conflicted
I understood what troubled her
I called her from the edge of indecision
saying free me
save me from this misery
we will walk together through the doorway
you are the high priestess of self-discovery
I am ready to take this journey
on...
it was full of paranormal activity
I reach out to touch the veil
snap, pop, the air was electric
it sent a pulse through my synapses
opening my third eye
I saw a lady looming by me
she held a knife
she look conflicted
I understood what troubled her
I called her from the edge of indecision
saying free me
save me from this misery
we will walk together through the doorway
you are the high priestess of self-discovery
I am ready to take this journey
on...
#dark
#gothic
#SelfDiscovery
166 reads
11 Comments
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