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.
adagio
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 6:25pm
16th Apr 2024 6:25pm
Withered Hair
Autumn's withering hair falls
fading into tomorrow's peignoir
lost in stillness among the dark
as twilight is my caviar
spread thickly in a silent shawl
from the shadows of the urn I recall
Autumn's withering hair falls
fading into tomorrow's peignoir
lost in stillness among the dark
as twilight is my caviar
spread thickly in a silent shawl
from the shadows of the urn I recall
Autumn's withering hair falls
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 2:01pm
16th Apr 2024 2:01pm
Rag Bones
In the darkness I wander, rag bones
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones
festooned with garlands of peat and weeds
pawn to a knave answering the Piper's call
close to the vest listening to her chest
exorcising the corset in her atheist bed
listening to her scream for rag bones
from her anatomy, I silence her dead
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones
festooned with garlands of peat and weeds
pawn to a knave answering the Piper's call
close to the vest listening to her chest
exorcising the corset in her atheist bed
listening to her scream for rag bones
from her anatomy, I silence her dead
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 9:24pm
15th Apr 2024 9:24pm
DeCaDeNt ArAmiS
what's in a grave
but memories
and a stave
listening, what comes first
silence or emptiness
perhaps thirst
filling the void unrehearsed
endowing you with the curse
loving you through the years
looking into Gitche Gumee eyes
of death's shallowness
beneath dark wind skies
feeling your aching body chapped
loose flesh now wings to flap
soon to don a fitting nightcap
pale lips and wilted kiss
no salvation bliss
of decadent Aramis
...
but memories
and a stave
listening, what comes first
silence or emptiness
perhaps thirst
filling the void unrehearsed
endowing you with the curse
loving you through the years
looking into Gitche Gumee eyes
of death's shallowness
beneath dark wind skies
feeling your aching body chapped
loose flesh now wings to flap
soon to don a fitting nightcap
pale lips and wilted kiss
no salvation bliss
of decadent Aramis
...
#dark
#romantic
#gothic
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afinestranger
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 5:15pm
13th Apr 2024 5:15pm
Poor thing, Clara, she was the perfect child
But sin is an effort to gain the ecstasy and the
knowledge that pertain alone to angels and in
making this effort man becomes a demon.” (Arthur Machen, 1904)
Poor thing, Clara, she was the perfect child.
The old bathroom is stripped down to the bone,
The prettiest skirts, and her little scraped-up knees,
only broken tiles and cobwebs remaining.
AND her infectious smile. Oh, what a shame.
The yellow stain where an imported
The losses we suffer in times like these.
marble vanity probably used to be.
She...
knowledge that pertain alone to angels and in
making this effort man becomes a demon.” (Arthur Machen, 1904)
Poor thing, Clara, she was the perfect child.
The old bathroom is stripped down to the bone,
The prettiest skirts, and her little scraped-up knees,
only broken tiles and cobwebs remaining.
AND her infectious smile. Oh, what a shame.
The yellow stain where an imported
The losses we suffer in times like these.
marble vanity probably used to be.
She...
#gothic
#ghosts
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 9:10am
13th Apr 2024 9:10am
How roses reek
Bathing foster waters
multi petalled vines entwined
my torn skin would ache
a crown of thorns
lay opened
in mosaics
my strained ear would hear
light birds
my hands became
five petalled
fragranced heart
drying and pressing
flowers I burned
reading
tarot
tundra oracle
opens in strength
clothed
Magician
empress and fool
all ardently adorned
o rippled rose ...
multi petalled vines entwined
my torn skin would ache
a crown of thorns
lay opened
in mosaics
my strained ear would hear
light birds
my hands became
five petalled
fragranced heart
drying and pressing
flowers I burned
reading
tarot
tundra oracle
opens in strength
clothed
Magician
empress and fool
all ardently adorned
o rippled rose ...
#gothic
#flowers
#music
#metaphor
#art
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deadwolf
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
Random Ramblins #13
3:33AM
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
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deadwolf
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 6:02am
12th Apr 2024 6:02am
Random Ramblins #12 ~ Window at night
Sittin here, at mine window at night,
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
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adagio
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 3:09pm
11th Apr 2024 3:09pm
Cutting My Veal
Playing me like a violin
feeling your breath
touching my pulse
like death's barbwire
cutting into my veal
as if a stromboli
naked against my skin
cold fingers on my throat
playing me like a violin
feeling your breath
touching my pulse
like death's barbwire
cutting into my veal
as if a stromboli
naked against my skin
cold fingers on my throat
playing me like a violin
#dark
#erotic
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
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deadwolf
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 00:17am
10th Apr 2024 00:17am
Wretched Spirit
I once held a woman in my heart,
She was so beautiful, and yet so tragic,
Lo’, do I still weep for her, when the tears come,
~O, Wretched spirit that I am,
I once took innocence by mine hand,
For, my Lovely One is just like me,
Save she is beautiful- in varying degrees
And so I insulted her
To ruin what I might have be
And sank back down
into rotted earth
- In lamentations of my birth –
`~,,~`
She was so beautiful, and yet so tragic,
Lo’, do I still weep for her, when the tears come,
~O, Wretched spirit that I am,
I once took innocence by mine hand,
For, my Lovely One is just like me,
Save she is beautiful- in varying degrees
And so I insulted her
To ruin what I might have be
And sank back down
into rotted earth
- In lamentations of my birth –
`~,,~`
#love
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 10:26pm
7th Apr 2024 10:26pm
Cozy In Bed
Eternal life beyond your pale blue
in death's mascara bleeding red
from your typhoid diary ribcage
of erotic epistle dark risque
laying gently cozy in your bed
listening to the howling guillotine
as the blade devours its prey
through the veil of negligee
in death's mascara bleeding red
in death's mascara bleeding red
from your typhoid diary ribcage
of erotic epistle dark risque
laying gently cozy in your bed
listening to the howling guillotine
as the blade devours its prey
through the veil of negligee
in death's mascara bleeding red
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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deadwolf
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 10:43pm
6th Apr 2024 10:43pm
The bridge
The bridge where I died is a beautiful place,
Both serendipitous and horrible,
But also tranquil and calm, oh how it once soothed me,
It is where this boy met a girl, neath a late October sky;
Where you held the hands inside me,
Fading into me… reforming me into a new creature
The only one who saw light in my darkness,
When this boy manned up, getting down on one knee
One November evening,
It is where she said yes,
I was amazed thatshe said yes…To me,
Looking at the dawn, & listening to the rain,
Watching the wind...
Both serendipitous and horrible,
But also tranquil and calm, oh how it once soothed me,
It is where this boy met a girl, neath a late October sky;
Where you held the hands inside me,
Fading into me… reforming me into a new creature
The only one who saw light in my darkness,
When this boy manned up, getting down on one knee
One November evening,
It is where she said yes,
I was amazed thatshe said yes…To me,
Looking at the dawn, & listening to the rain,
Watching the wind...
#love
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 2:46pm
6th Apr 2024 2:46pm
Mr. Hennessy
..leaving a silhouette of memories on my pillow
a phantom's fingertips stroke my transparency
with its forbidden lyre-stained tongue
darkness insomnia Twilight's cognac
lusting caffeine calling for a Mr. Hennessy
a naked obscene dream unrehearsed
from the shallows of the mind's hypocrisy
a phantom's fingertips stroke my transparency
with its forbidden lyre-stained tongue
darkness insomnia Twilight's cognac
lusting caffeine calling for a Mr. Hennessy
a naked obscene dream unrehearsed
from the shallows of the mind's hypocrisy
#erotic
#gothic
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