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.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 4:48am
11th Oct 2019 4:48am
fear trembles
the grimy dark reached into me
it twisted my thoughts
made me fear its touch
but I have a guard its ill-prepared for
getting in line behind me
the vastness of space surrounds
fills me with TRUTH
I am awakened
my enemy breathing on me
he forgets I'm immortal
I shrug the fear
the construct of the mind has taught me
stretch my left then my right
attacking it where it is weakest
the dark is unsure of me
it doesn't know my origins
and I will never show it--
where I truly reside
I...
it twisted my thoughts
made me fear its touch
but I have a guard its ill-prepared for
getting in line behind me
the vastness of space surrounds
fills me with TRUTH
I am awakened
my enemy breathing on me
he forgets I'm immortal
I shrug the fear
the construct of the mind has taught me
stretch my left then my right
attacking it where it is weakest
the dark is unsure of me
it doesn't know my origins
and I will never show it--
where I truly reside
I...
#anxiety
#dark
#gothic
70 reads
13 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 8:55pm
9th Oct 2019 8:55pm
slither
I am the dark you can not deny me
I enter at will your lust aroused at my conjuring
licking your desire until it's fully realized
you will become the woman--
I envisioned when I first called upon Lilith
I crave equal parts innocence and wanton whore
an immortal war to give me a raging hardon
A Vixen who knows a man's lust and feeds them
I created you from nothing I can return you to ashes
beautiful creature of my dreams
what hast thou to say to me now?
I concede I love you
my body hungers your hardness ...
I enter at will your lust aroused at my conjuring
licking your desire until it's fully realized
you will become the woman--
I envisioned when I first called upon Lilith
I crave equal parts innocence and wanton whore
an immortal war to give me a raging hardon
A Vixen who knows a man's lust and feeds them
I created you from nothing I can return you to ashes
beautiful creature of my dreams
what hast thou to say to me now?
I concede I love you
my body hungers your hardness ...
#dark
#gothic
#evil
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HadesRising
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 7:24pm
9th Oct 2019 7:24pm
NONE BETTER AT BLASPHEMY
Once upon a time the raven wept
At the funeral enchanted by death
The murder in bloom on carrion wings
Awake from the dream of my lover's breath
I kneel to the shadow
Of our personal Pompeii
Dare to whisper our song
From beyond the grave
"Lay bare on the ground
For all ghosts to see
In truth, never found
A reason to be
Too reasonable
Without you within
Darkness 'neath the steeple
We are all victims here"
How dare I love you so deeply
Splattered on the walls and ceiling
Paint in shades...
At the funeral enchanted by death
The murder in bloom on carrion wings
Awake from the dream of my lover's breath
I kneel to the shadow
Of our personal Pompeii
Dare to whisper our song
From beyond the grave
"Lay bare on the ground
For all ghosts to see
In truth, never found
A reason to be
Too reasonable
Without you within
Darkness 'neath the steeple
We are all victims here"
How dare I love you so deeply
Splattered on the walls and ceiling
Paint in shades...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#death
#vampires
44 reads
2 Comments
eriz
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 10:59am
7th Oct 2019 10:59am
Ghosts In The Attic
My grandma used to tell scary stories
About folklores, urban legends and everything in between,
And now, her tale is about our attic
That is said to be haunted for many years.
"Never go in the attic", she said with an anxious face,
"Especially at night, not even a slight gaze,
For the ghosts who lived there might possess you,
And if you wish to stop them, a sacrifice will do"
As she's about to say her last warning,
A loud thud interrupt her storytelling,
"They are here", she whispered too,
"I'm sorry dear, but...
About folklores, urban legends and everything in between,
And now, her tale is about our attic
That is said to be haunted for many years.
"Never go in the attic", she said with an anxious face,
"Especially at night, not even a slight gaze,
For the ghosts who lived there might possess you,
And if you wish to stop them, a sacrifice will do"
As she's about to say her last warning,
A loud thud interrupt her storytelling,
"They are here", she whispered too,
"I'm sorry dear, but...
#gothic
#death
#scary
#ghosts
#mystery
67 reads
4 Comments
eriz
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 7:58am
4th Oct 2019 7:58am
Empty Grave
I woke up dressed in all white,
With a deep and big scar on my wrist,
I don't remember having it last night,
Or what have I done to have it.
A bit puzzled and confused,
I decided to walk outside.
But instead being in the park,
I found myself in a graveyard,
There, I saw an empty grave,
As if someone came out there,
Can't believe what just happened,
The headstone has my name.
With a deep and big scar on my wrist,
I don't remember having it last night,
Or what have I done to have it.
A bit puzzled and confused,
I decided to walk outside.
But instead being in the park,
I found myself in a graveyard,
There, I saw an empty grave,
As if someone came out there,
Can't believe what just happened,
The headstone has my name.
#gothic
#scary
#mystery
88 reads
6 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2019 9:43am
3rd Oct 2019 9:43am
The wrong chess move
Sketched scripture on a melancholy stone
Moon faces near phased druidic no rome,
Medieval quasar devouring a notion gone,
Sun proxy by baroque spirits inside other
Then plane near each allegory unholy fall
Fountain flows matter sphere of another,
Lives narrow black rune within moonlight,
Their soul to appear, harmonious mother
Stab poem's demise heaven eternal cover,
Clasp nocturnal frots across wizard grand,
Acutely laid proffer a loftiest loaded hand
Lady to hold dragons inside day-star sand,
...
Moon faces near phased druidic no rome,
Medieval quasar devouring a notion gone,
Sun proxy by baroque spirits inside other
Then plane near each allegory unholy fall
Fountain flows matter sphere of another,
Lives narrow black rune within moonlight,
Their soul to appear, harmonious mother
Stab poem's demise heaven eternal cover,
Clasp nocturnal frots across wizard grand,
Acutely laid proffer a loftiest loaded hand
Lady to hold dragons inside day-star sand,
...
#gothic
#spiritual
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cold_fusion
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 10:56pm
1st Oct 2019 10:56pm
...of bad omen and of men who stray
twas an inauspicious day
the arrival
of the murder of crows
stalkers at the gate
eagerly they await
the bait
swooping on the crumbs
sometimes of flesh
sometimes plastic
fantastic
he felt
grin on his face
the arrival
of the murder of crows
stalkers at the gate
eagerly they await
the bait
swooping on the crumbs
sometimes of flesh
sometimes plastic
fantastic
he felt
grin on his face
#dark
#gothic
#funny #WritingPoetry
#funny #WritingPoetry
111 reads
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 11:46pm
18th Sep 2019 11:46pm
A Prayer to Mother Radcliffe
[Sir Walter] Scott himself said that [Ann Radcliffe’s] prose was poetry and her poetry was prose. She was, indeed, a prose poet, in both the best and the worst senses of the phrase. The romantic landscape, the background, is the best thing in all her books; the characters are two dimensional, the plots far fetched and improbable, with 'elaboration of means and futility of result'." - British Authors Before 1800: A Biographical Dictionary
Mother Radcliffe, seated in
a great armchair of deep
and churning red velvet,
the dowager alive
with castles and ...
Mother Radcliffe, seated in
a great armchair of deep
and churning red velvet,
the dowager alive
with castles and ...
#gothic
31 reads
1 Comment
C_C_Mac
C. C. Mac
C. C. Mac
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 00:52am
17th Sep 2019 00:52am
SICK
I called in sick to work today;
Sometimes that’s not so bad.
My head is stuffy;
My body’s achy;
My hands and legs are kinda shaky.
My eyes are weary and sort of blurry.
My sinuses, too, have started hurting.
My nose is dripping; my stomach bloated.
My cheeks, in fact, are kinda swollen.
With that, I called in sick.
I thought the average flu for sure.
Who wouldn’t with what I’ve got?
But something told me it was more than that
When I turned the TV on.
There were riots in Virginia.
There was looting in New...
Sometimes that’s not so bad.
My head is stuffy;
My body’s achy;
My hands and legs are kinda shaky.
My eyes are weary and sort of blurry.
My sinuses, too, have started hurting.
My nose is dripping; my stomach bloated.
My cheeks, in fact, are kinda swollen.
With that, I called in sick.
I thought the average flu for sure.
Who wouldn’t with what I’ve got?
But something told me it was more than that
When I turned the TV on.
There were riots in Virginia.
There was looting in New...
#dark
#gothic
#scary
84 reads
2 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 4:49am
8th Sep 2019 4:49am
Is you is or is you ain't my baby daddy
A big rock in the road
Turned trident on a new stove
We shake and shout to a morning hang
Busy interchange to old hollow range,
Kook in the sand
Some bucket in the hand
Thine must forget the rising sun
Jive moon aways won,
Thee jiggle furthermore backup red
Us swell unique internal machine head
Every solicitude regarding cognizance never scoff
When liquid moreover honey pops,
Per article of time does set
Chess pieces unkept
Others rock that party line
Each indivisible espousal...
Turned trident on a new stove
We shake and shout to a morning hang
Busy interchange to old hollow range,
Kook in the sand
Some bucket in the hand
Thine must forget the rising sun
Jive moon aways won,
Thee jiggle furthermore backup red
Us swell unique internal machine head
Every solicitude regarding cognizance never scoff
When liquid moreover honey pops,
Per article of time does set
Chess pieces unkept
Others rock that party line
Each indivisible espousal...
#gothic
#mystery
#quatrain
73 reads
9 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 10:24pm
27th Aug 2019 10:24pm
From Etiquette for Girls Volume 2
Pain is a blessing. The way sadness and hunger seem to go hand in hand. Avoid clichés and exaggerate the positive qualities about yourself. Put everything else away in a cedar chest beneath your bed. Dogwood, lavender, this tiny kitten heart. Suffering is beautiful, be grateful you can feel it. The burgundy nail polish on our toes gone ghoulish in this light. More monster than Mary Jane. When your mother cries, pretend you didn't hear her. Avoid heavy perfumes, anything too suggestible. The flash of a red heel in the street. All the headlights gone crimson, a thousand tiny heartbeats on the...
#sadness
#gothic
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HadesRising
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 11:23pm
20th Aug 2019 11:23pm
LEVIATHAN UNDER MIDNIGHT SKIES
In the deathly silence the shadows call to me
Heralding incantations for the devil's hand
When putrid flesh falls from the crucifixion tree
Hell's catacombs echo with the screams of the damned
The dark fortress is alight with Lucifer's descent
A beguiled comet cast from the Heavens above
Has blazed a trail, left behind suffocating ash
I call unto thee with this ritual of blood
To appear before me with jagged teeth that gnash
Wake me when the night comes alive
LIKE LEVIATHAN UNDER MIGHTNIGHT SKIES
I've long lived in the service...
Heralding incantations for the devil's hand
When putrid flesh falls from the crucifixion tree
Hell's catacombs echo with the screams of the damned
The dark fortress is alight with Lucifer's descent
A beguiled comet cast from the Heavens above
Has blazed a trail, left behind suffocating ash
I call unto thee with this ritual of blood
To appear before me with jagged teeth that gnash
Wake me when the night comes alive
LIKE LEVIATHAN UNDER MIGHTNIGHT SKIES
I've long lived in the service...
#dark
#gothic
#evil
#monsters
#vampires
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