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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:32am
Yesterday 5:32am
Pastry vs. Coffee
Pastry vs. Coffee
“Forget the relish whose absence
Gave you the pangs of a virgin.
Your whole wheat bagel
Got lost in our Goth kitchen.
Why not try a chocolate truffle?”
“I’ll binge on coffee.”
“Nay, partake of the essence of the cacao seed
A flavor not found on a thousand other worlds
Whose extract brings the cocoa dawn
When Olmecs first roasted the seeds.”
“How did you come into otherworldly
Culinary knowledge?”
“Like most girls prone to flights of fancy,
I read ufo magazines.”
“Have you ever...
“Forget the relish whose absence
Gave you the pangs of a virgin.
Your whole wheat bagel
Got lost in our Goth kitchen.
Why not try a chocolate truffle?”
“I’ll binge on coffee.”
“Nay, partake of the essence of the cacao seed
A flavor not found on a thousand other worlds
Whose extract brings the cocoa dawn
When Olmecs first roasted the seeds.”
“How did you come into otherworldly
Culinary knowledge?”
“Like most girls prone to flights of fancy,
I read ufo magazines.”
“Have you ever...
#erotic
#gothic
#coffee
#sensual
#crush
9 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 5:59pm
6th Apr 2021 5:59pm
Somewhat Iffy
..climbing the pendulum's ladder
somewhat iffy somewhat blue
in my gothic chowder
listening to the crackers
suck your clams
to wind your clock
climbing the pendulum's ladder...
somewhat iffy somewhat blue
in my gothic chowder
listening to the crackers
suck your clams
to wind your clock
climbing the pendulum's ladder...
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
41 reads
4 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 3:15pm
5th Apr 2021 3:15pm
The Daughters of Baal
Amy lit candles and Becky arranged them in a circle on the coffee table. Outside the balcony doors, on the street below, people were arguing. Neither girl heard them. Amy began to chant the words as she read them from a leather-bound book.
‘The daughters of Baal’ is what she called herself and Becky, which made Becky laugh. From emo fangirls to daughters of Baal. Under Amy’s direction she burnt a little wooden cross in a pewter dish. Rejection of the new God, embrace of the old.
Amy and Becky had known each other since they were children growing up on an estate...
‘The daughters of Baal’ is what she called herself and Becky, which made Becky laugh. From emo fangirls to daughters of Baal. Under Amy’s direction she burnt a little wooden cross in a pewter dish. Rejection of the new God, embrace of the old.
Amy and Becky had known each other since they were children growing up on an estate...
#gothic
#ShortStory
26 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 5:39pm
2nd Apr 2021 5:39pm
Twilight Episode
Call it bliss, call it oblivion
with a scent of Illuminati
dark my aphrodisiac
a mirror of my soul
in this lonely place
behind wings of the gable
of a shadow at twilight
a thumbtack on the wall
calling it a cotillion
of my episode
with a scent of Illuminati
dark my aphrodisiac
a mirror of my soul
in this lonely place
behind wings of the gable
of a shadow at twilight
a thumbtack on the wall
calling it a cotillion
of my episode
#love
#romantic
#gothic #emotions
#gothic #emotions
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adagio
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 1:49am
2nd Apr 2021 1:49am
The Roots
In orchards of the dead
beneath stones and bones
pushing me deeper into the clay
as I read to mama fairytale books
before she turns to mulch
and the dormouse screams
pulling me out by the roots
beneath stones and bones
pushing me deeper into the clay
as I read to mama fairytale books
before she turns to mulch
and the dormouse screams
pulling me out by the roots
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
27th Mar 2021 3:57pm
27th Mar 2021 3:57pm
Upon A Kiss
Once upon a midnight kiss, the shadow fades. Now only a memory of a broken mirror blighted sordid and so I pray. Putting to rest the fog or mist, for I am but a troubled smile. When the time comes, darkness descends. With a burial shroud and silver complexion, as the curtain closes on the day. But without a tear for it is written, to forever disguising my immortality. For I was but a troubled cheek, and this will be the last you hear of me. With a jar on the table, a blood-red heart, to forever silence my pain without decay. Once upon a time, now rusting nails.
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 5:31pm
26th Mar 2021 5:31pm
Lash-Hooded Coffee Angel
Lash-Hooded Coffee Angel
The Eucharistic bread of her back
Melts on the tongue of my gaze
On the miracle of her parted blouse
An apparition worthy of Fatima
Freed to bless pilgrim grails
Stirred by a haunted Cypress dream
A barista on an Arabica high
She peers into my soul
with her lash-hooded eyes
When she blows the steam off my coffee
The Eucharistic bread of her back
Melts on the tongue of my gaze
On the miracle of her parted blouse
An apparition worthy of Fatima
Freed to bless pilgrim grails
Stirred by a haunted Cypress dream
A barista on an Arabica high
She peers into my soul
with her lash-hooded eyes
When she blows the steam off my coffee
#sadness
#women
#gothic
#coffee
#sensual
22 reads
6 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2021 8:45pm
22nd Mar 2021 8:45pm
hello
please return to me insanity
my bravehearts.
my bravehearts.
#dark
#gothic
43 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
21st Mar 2021 5:56pm
21st Mar 2021 5:56pm
Midas Stick
..beneath a wimple of twilight
in this dark shell of mine
an arcade with Midas stick
flicking a browser's wick
genuflecting to the sufler
with my quill's lucifer
feeling you lick my shadow...
in this dark shell of mine
an arcade with Midas stick
flicking a browser's wick
genuflecting to the sufler
with my quill's lucifer
feeling you lick my shadow...
#dark
#gothic
41 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
21st Mar 2021 7:42am
21st Mar 2021 7:42am
poetry be damned
Poetry be damned
The grey coloured straightjacket of poetry
I have, like, Houdini freed me of these shackles
flowers, loveliness and mendacities.
An unbearable burden getting buried by a ton
of rotten blooms. I am free!
Fly from tree to tree not seeing the foliage,
soar higher than anyone before so elevated,
the blue planet is a bauble on a Christmas tree.
I land in a potato field with ordinary colours and
brown soil and when flowers from Amsterdam
are in season I'm free to wade in a muddy pool,
wear yellow wellies...
The grey coloured straightjacket of poetry
I have, like, Houdini freed me of these shackles
flowers, loveliness and mendacities.
An unbearable burden getting buried by a ton
of rotten blooms. I am free!
Fly from tree to tree not seeing the foliage,
soar higher than anyone before so elevated,
the blue planet is a bauble on a Christmas tree.
I land in a potato field with ordinary colours and
brown soil and when flowers from Amsterdam
are in season I'm free to wade in a muddy pool,
wear yellow wellies...
#gothic
#inspirational
#fiction
#Fanfiction
#confessional
25 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
21st Mar 2021 1:06am
21st Mar 2021 1:06am
Darkness Embarking
..of darkness embarking
in my world of storms
and the mind's seas
listening to the whispers
of the muted rattle
passing into twilight
prolonging my opus
raining down Morpheus...
in my world of storms
and the mind's seas
listening to the whispers
of the muted rattle
passing into twilight
prolonging my opus
raining down Morpheus...
#dark
#gothic
52 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Mar 2021 10:48pm
17th Mar 2021 10:48pm
Portraits
..with a portrait of cannibals
to whet the uterus
using spiritual wings
with cliches of untruths
grating my knife
on a cold breast
with a portrait of cannibals...
to whet the uterus
using spiritual wings
with cliches of untruths
grating my knife
on a cold breast
with a portrait of cannibals...
#loneliness
#dark
#gothic #despair
#gothic #despair
61 reads
6 Comments
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