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
4th Feb 2023 1:39pm
4th Feb 2023 1:39pm
Chicken Little Says...
Chicken Little, says," the sky is falling." The gizmo keeps on knocking, a cacophony of horror. So say the warlocks of the macabre. Disguised with cosmetics. Riding a crooked horse of the apocalypse. Darkening the sky of oblivion, as crickets strum their violins. Fasting before the corpse of death's theme. Cloaking, then feeding the Tin Man a buffet at the diners, drive-ins, and dives. While the sweet chariot carries the bones gathering at the tannery. Scraping away the flesh, to make lampshades for the Cyclops flea market. Chicken Little, says," the sky is falling."
#dark
#gothic
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 2:09pm
31st Jan 2023 2:09pm
collages
(Hi. I hope everyone is doing great. I'm honored and excited to find out that dancing girl press will be publishing my first poetry chapbook called Blue Rebecca later this year. It's the first time I've ever truly felt like a writer, since I struggle a lot with confidence in myself... This morning I worked through some old pieces of mine and edited them, and this is what I came up with. Thanks so much.)
How the objects break my heart when they're grouped together. A deer and a dress and a baby carriage. I'm drunk on all the pretty, dangerous things. Moths crackling in the...
How the objects break my heart when they're grouped together. A deer and a dress and a baby carriage. I'm drunk on all the pretty, dangerous things. Moths crackling in the...
#dark
#women
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 00:21am
31st Jan 2023 00:21am
Bellows and Artifacts
Tasting the hominy of death's breath
in a casket of spicy firth insomniac
and cold naked bellows of swollen fellows
giving me the stink eye
asking, "Mother, May!"
as ravens wait until darkness drools
giving me the redeye, puddin', and pie
sopping gruel from my decaying biscuits
backed up to the hearse
putting the gorse before the chorus
in a casket of spicy firth insomniac
and cold naked bellows of swollen fellows
giving me the stink eye
asking, "Mother, May!"
as ravens wait until darkness drools
giving me the redeye, puddin', and pie
sopping gruel from my decaying biscuits
backed up to the hearse
putting the gorse before the chorus
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
29th Jan 2023 7:57pm
29th Jan 2023 7:57pm
Inuendoes Dancing Tangos
Twilight inuendoes dancing tangos
with mind, body, and stiletto
of illicit dreams throbbing
unveiling the opium of my decompose
in my dark mausoleum
spreading the larva of green flies
claimed by the hermaphrodite worms
peeling the flesh off my bony maroni
on the cold stone of my macabre
with mind, body, and stiletto
of illicit dreams throbbing
unveiling the opium of my decompose
in my dark mausoleum
spreading the larva of green flies
claimed by the hermaphrodite worms
peeling the flesh off my bony maroni
on the cold stone of my macabre
#dark
#gothic
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
29th Jan 2023 6:05pm
29th Jan 2023 6:05pm
ghosts of Titanic, a gothic
Look, here. Where the longing gets soaked into the lace handkerchiefs. The chandelier lights glimmering across the ocean floor, her slender throat perfumed by rosewater and lavender, the most secret of kisses. Shoes of exquisite crimson while hungry fish swim the icy interiors. All cameos and cuttlefish. How the piano keys tinkled as he licked the velvet lining of her ear. The ladies finger the gold rims of broken dishes clinking in smoke-filled rooms. Nothing to do but waltz all night, all porcelain figurines as they pass breathless from gentleman to gentleman. Their braceleted wrists and...
#dark
#gothic
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
29th Jan 2023 6:03pm
29th Jan 2023 6:03pm
house of open yearnings
It creeps up on you, this soft decay. On Tuesdays the words get caught in the dream catchers. My bedroom a litany of strange music and moans. A woman crooning from the Victrola and voices carrying through the wallpaper. Despite everything, there is always ache. All hanging lights and star charts. My mother's face haloed and strange as she reaches to turn out the lamp. We huddle under blankets while the ice thaws in my father's whiskey. Vats of face cream like canopic jars and limbs of broken mannequins bending towards the light. All the brass keys lost in my body's curves and folds, the...
#dark
#gothic
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KristinaX
Poem Published
25th Jan 2023 9:00pm
25th Jan 2023 9:00pm
Wading in the river Styx.
Evil has always found me.
It never let me rest. And under a veil...
of carnality I must always perform.
Licking the sweat from his flesh.
tasting the death of innocence.
choking on the semen of sin.
mixed with the sweat and my blood
it flows on my lips
wading in the river Styx
naked among the rotting corpses
of dead dreams and false hopes
I am not laughing anymore
My cries calling to you
on the wind of despair and desire
I tasted the pain, but it was
the lust which drew you to me
Colliding...
It never let me rest. And under a veil...
of carnality I must always perform.
Licking the sweat from his flesh.
tasting the death of innocence.
choking on the semen of sin.
mixed with the sweat and my blood
it flows on my lips
wading in the river Styx
naked among the rotting corpses
of dead dreams and false hopes
I am not laughing anymore
My cries calling to you
on the wind of despair and desire
I tasted the pain, but it was
the lust which drew you to me
Colliding...
#lust
#gothic
#BDSM
#suffering
#passion
215 reads
33 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
25th Jan 2023 4:24pm
25th Jan 2023 4:24pm
Tawdry Muse
My consort, a tawdry muse
god willing the penicillin
playing in her dollhouse
where mama smells of mothballs
now but a clothes tree
as a shadow awakes
scratching my back
taking inventory of sanity
I have nothing to lose
but some brandy and vanity
paying the price serving her vice
laying the darkness bare
watching Doppler Radar
bringing in the fog
god willing the penicillin
playing in her dollhouse
where mama smells of mothballs
now but a clothes tree
as a shadow awakes
scratching my back
taking inventory of sanity
I have nothing to lose
but some brandy and vanity
paying the price serving her vice
laying the darkness bare
watching Doppler Radar
bringing in the fog
#dark
#gothic
#death #EdgarAllanPoe
#death #EdgarAllanPoe
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 11:54am
24th Jan 2023 11:54am
On The Edge Under The Full Moon
When they saw
her stand on the
edge under the
full moon, they
ran over to stop
her but she jumped
anyway.
her stand on the
edge under the
full moon, they
ran over to stop
her but she jumped
anyway.
#gothic
#death
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#tragedy
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adagio
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2023 2:16pm
22nd Jan 2023 2:16pm
Starving The Alchemist
Remedies for unsettled souls
and Kickapoos at night
starving the alchemist
skinning the spotted Gecko
in dark's apothecary
with the mortar's slop
how corrupt the Shaman
using the devil's laudanum
extinguishing funeral lights
shaking the bones
and Kickapoos at night
starving the alchemist
skinning the spotted Gecko
in dark's apothecary
with the mortar's slop
how corrupt the Shaman
using the devil's laudanum
extinguishing funeral lights
shaking the bones
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
19th Jan 2023 8:53pm
19th Jan 2023 8:53pm
How Green My Roquefort, On The Hoodoo Bayou
Playing catchup to the compost
giving up on the funky chicken
with no skin on the bones
on the hoodoo bayou
feet too short to touch the worm's
crawling up my worn dungarees
eyes falling in, hair falling out
leaving flies for the Cajun louse...
how green my Roquefort
giving up on the funky chicken
with no skin on the bones
on the hoodoo bayou
feet too short to touch the worm's
crawling up my worn dungarees
eyes falling in, hair falling out
leaving flies for the Cajun louse...
how green my Roquefort
#gothic
#scary
#funny
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