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
Yesterday 4:13pm
Yesterday 4:13pm
Heroes
#lust
#dark
#erotic #gothic
#erotic #gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:05am
Yesterday 3:05am
Deep within...
Deep within my cloistered mind and rusty clothes hangers. Swinging on broomsticks the mannequins pray, The Pater Noster. With skulls and bones in open graves. Praying the rosary with echoes of Jumpin' Jack Flash, in my hungry din. Of flesh and leathery skin.
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 6:18pm
19th Jan 2021 6:18pm
Shadows Of Death-with TrueLover
Taking me beneath twilight's wing
Angels walk past me as I'm drowning in sorrow
As my faith dissipates
Turning to the demons for the strength I can borrow
To stone orchards that are lonely
Choking me in the shadows of death
So that I cannot weep
Lighting me up like an electric eel
There are no marks but the pain is real
Drowning in sorrows this bag of bones
Cupping my hands around my face
So that I can see the dark.
Angels walk past me as I'm drowning in sorrow
As my faith dissipates
Turning to the demons for the strength I can borrow
To stone orchards that are lonely
Choking me in the shadows of death
So that I cannot weep
Lighting me up like an electric eel
There are no marks but the pain is real
Drowning in sorrows this bag of bones
Cupping my hands around my face
So that I can see the dark.
#loneliness
#dark
#gothic #collaboration
#gothic #collaboration
42 reads
12 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 4:52pm
19th Jan 2021 4:52pm
Dark Side Of Academia
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 11:56pm
18th Jan 2021 11:56pm
Help Wanted. Enquire by calling
Pulling at the sinews of the cold's dark furnace,
of death's little grey speckled rigmarole,
with the smoke of Hell rising from the obituary pages,
beneath, "Help Wanted. Enquire by calling,"
signed by the Mad Hatter.
of death's little grey speckled rigmarole,
with the smoke of Hell rising from the obituary pages,
beneath, "Help Wanted. Enquire by calling,"
signed by the Mad Hatter.
#dark
#gothic
#nightmares
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2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 4:07pm
18th Jan 2021 4:07pm
A 1000 Years...
I had lived 1000 years with the pretty boys of the dark. Now I have come to Environs Purgatory. A little town of Tudor mansions. Distortions and shadows among the monks who dwell there. I should know. I am the abbot at the monastery. Now practicing a satanic curse of gothic persuasion and orgasmic behavior. I had just recently given a penance to Jane Austen. But that is for another story. "The goats are waiting to be milked."
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
59 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 3:54pm
18th Jan 2021 3:54pm
Proverbs For Snuggly
This is the right time for snuggly. In the shadows, my love. Sealed in our little portmanteau. In our own serendipity of gonorrhea. With a poof in the night of a fart's talcum. Free from death's chastity belt. As the brown beetles leap, playing dark's Tic-Tac-Toe. Hungering for our picture-graph of fornication's obscenity. As Mr. Ol' Crusty throb on a bed of balderdash. But it's just an old fashion game, called Proverbs.
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 2:56am
18th Jan 2021 2:56am
Beyond The Door
#dark
#gothic
40 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 5:36pm
17th Jan 2021 5:36pm
My Archives
The darkest of my mind hides the deepest of secrets. With voices in my head telling me what to think. Mama was a good ol' gal until she fell in with a motorcycle gang. As echoes embrace her soft skin and my spittle kiss her pale lips. Sweet as the larvae of her decay. Peeling the carrion from long tall Sally. As grandpa spits in dark's Mason jar. Talking to snails from the archives of my little black book.
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
58 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 4:46pm
17th Jan 2021 4:46pm
Friars Sing Raptures
As friars sing raptures of the broken-hearted. With intervals of dark rising over twilight's papyrus. Cascading over cataract eyes of notoriety. Falling to pale in my ambiguity, in shadows of death's eternity. But death is only sleeping until the end of time. Feeling the tentacles of my fingers squeeze my shadow from the catheter. Then creeping beyond the door into the abyss of Hell and turning up the wick of the dark.
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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