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
15th Jun 2019 2:56pm
15th Jun 2019 2:56pm
pagan rituals~with the talented Carpe_Noctem
casting on the air forbidden magic
homemade in another dimension
I stir the mist to see what comes forth
ruins scatter, bones rattle
the air becomes electrical
peering into the darkness--
understanding, it has a voice
a faint whisper greets
out of the depths comes a demon
questions what do I bid him?
I tell him I need illusions to wrap round me
it's too bright in the daytime
a thousand black crows appear
gathering in formation around me
singing---
"drink and...
homemade in another dimension
I stir the mist to see what comes forth
ruins scatter, bones rattle
the air becomes electrical
peering into the darkness--
understanding, it has a voice
a faint whisper greets
out of the depths comes a demon
questions what do I bid him?
I tell him I need illusions to wrap round me
it's too bright in the daytime
a thousand black crows appear
gathering in formation around me
singing---
"drink and...
#dark
#gothic
#witches
38 reads
4 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 4:05am
15th Jun 2019 4:05am
Pagans Ritual (with the fine Crimsin)
casting on the air forbidden magic
homemade in another dimension
I stir the mist to see what comes forth
the ruins scatter the bones rattle
the air becomes electrical
peering into the darkness--
understanding, it has a voice
a faint whisper greets
out of the depths comes a demon
questions what do I bid him?
I tell him I need illusions to wrap round me
it's too bright in the daytime
a thousand black crows appear
they get in formation about me
singing---
"drink and dagger...
homemade in another dimension
I stir the mist to see what comes forth
the ruins scatter the bones rattle
the air becomes electrical
peering into the darkness--
understanding, it has a voice
a faint whisper greets
out of the depths comes a demon
questions what do I bid him?
I tell him I need illusions to wrap round me
it's too bright in the daytime
a thousand black crows appear
they get in formation about me
singing---
"drink and dagger...
#dark
#gothic
#magic
44 reads
6 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 5:39pm
9th Jun 2019 5:39pm
Light in darkness
Why in the world do you bother? I’ll never be your Prince.
You’re getting all hot and bothered,
But you’ll never get my intimate kiss.
Your lies flow around like a red river;
The bodies are all up stream.
I’ll never be your sinner and you’ll never be my everlasting Queen.
Visions flash by like a drunken night star-ship.
Diamonds fall down from the sky.
Lights scream at me when the world turns dim.
Metaphors talk in my dreams each and every night.
Liver’s continue their dancing; I’m all alone in this place. ...
You’re getting all hot and bothered,
But you’ll never get my intimate kiss.
Your lies flow around like a red river;
The bodies are all up stream.
I’ll never be your sinner and you’ll never be my everlasting Queen.
Visions flash by like a drunken night star-ship.
Diamonds fall down from the sky.
Lights scream at me when the world turns dim.
Metaphors talk in my dreams each and every night.
Liver’s continue their dancing; I’m all alone in this place. ...
#love
#hate
#dark #gothic
#dark #gothic
42 reads
1 Comment
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
30th May 2019 7:40pm
30th May 2019 7:40pm
Ordo inordinationem
i
Burning inner incense for their delection of gods and men,
ii
Beginning stillness of the void, convoked a deafened rhyme
While this supernal rule withdrew neither moment nor time
Entrance a turning dream, traverse the heart's acumen fear
Apocrypha illusions to dubiously manifest their ancient tear,
iii
Before liquid fractures as a broken vigil far from the stream of care
God giving water to comprise since we can not comprehend the air,
iv
Spins at northern hemisphere's religion of the procession
Held in hand, walking these dim lit...
Burning inner incense for their delection of gods and men,
ii
Beginning stillness of the void, convoked a deafened rhyme
While this supernal rule withdrew neither moment nor time
Entrance a turning dream, traverse the heart's acumen fear
Apocrypha illusions to dubiously manifest their ancient tear,
iii
Before liquid fractures as a broken vigil far from the stream of care
God giving water to comprise since we can not comprehend the air,
iv
Spins at northern hemisphere's religion of the procession
Held in hand, walking these dim lit...
#gothic
#spiritual
#rhyming
64 reads
3 Comments
black_magik_gypsy
Poem Published
21st May 2019 6:52pm
21st May 2019 6:52pm
Reign In Black
A consuming somber to all mortals as they feed
From the lightless shade blown candles doth bleed
Crownless art thou, ye broke and failed kings
Breathing such darkness from which I shall bring
Silence, this venom portrays while spreading
As the serpentine skin stirs before shedding
The dawn of my reign in dark days shall hold steady
Sinking Sun dives black in this frigid stark wedding
Divine light of the day; fractured and now left thee
Timeless becomes thy gloom, constantly nesting
Godless graves open, become hollow...
From the lightless shade blown candles doth bleed
Crownless art thou, ye broke and failed kings
Breathing such darkness from which I shall bring
Silence, this venom portrays while spreading
As the serpentine skin stirs before shedding
The dawn of my reign in dark days shall hold steady
Sinking Sun dives black in this frigid stark wedding
Divine light of the day; fractured and now left thee
Timeless becomes thy gloom, constantly nesting
Godless graves open, become hollow...
#dark
#gothic
#shadows
92 reads
4 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
20th May 2019 10:28pm
20th May 2019 10:28pm
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
63 reads
0 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
7th May 2019 12:04pm
7th May 2019 12:04pm
Black ink thrown onto a canvas
Art is a betrayal of the senses.
The thoughts you think only leave you senseless.
Like an apprentice, endless, defenceless and depressed.
A hole inside a whole mind of a complete mess.
An image of emptiness can never be painted,
But painstaking hearts are willing to try this,
For they have waited for this long,
For you to write their wrongs in songs
And cure the curse of verse, chorus, verse.
Release the words or remain entrapped;
Hidden in the dark, beneath the mask.
True remorse I lack,
Because of a reminder...
The thoughts you think only leave you senseless.
Like an apprentice, endless, defenceless and depressed.
A hole inside a whole mind of a complete mess.
An image of emptiness can never be painted,
But painstaking hearts are willing to try this,
For they have waited for this long,
For you to write their wrongs in songs
And cure the curse of verse, chorus, verse.
Release the words or remain entrapped;
Hidden in the dark, beneath the mask.
True remorse I lack,
Because of a reminder...
#dark
#gothic
#WritingPoetry
#art
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Taurek
Poem Published
5th May 2019 6:48am
5th May 2019 6:48am
f**k Express
#gothic
#death
#porn
#aging
#disappointment
165 reads
0 Comments
Michael_Goodridge
M_Goodridge
M_Goodridge
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 1:44pm
20th Apr 2019 1:44pm
DARK DIMENSION (resurrect my inner demons)
#gothic
#universe
#rebirth #meditation
#rebirth #meditation
110 reads
9 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 4:21am
20th Apr 2019 4:21am
Bathtub Noir
Bathtub Noir
My lanky ole self is sunk in bathtub noir. The black walls circle me like hawks. My naked body is to be the playground for Gothic sisters in coal gowns. They slip their Coven cotton off to bare their leather strap bodices.
Two of them hold my legs apart by the knees. Another one drains the water from the tub until only my derriere and feet are immersed. The third one brandishes a shaving razor. But before she begins she spreads shaving cream upon my pubic hair with my penis and balls surrounded by the creamy white. The menthol cream feels cool against...
My lanky ole self is sunk in bathtub noir. The black walls circle me like hawks. My naked body is to be the playground for Gothic sisters in coal gowns. They slip their Coven cotton off to bare their leather strap bodices.
Two of them hold my legs apart by the knees. Another one drains the water from the tub until only my derriere and feet are immersed. The third one brandishes a shaving razor. But before she begins she spreads shaving cream upon my pubic hair with my penis and balls surrounded by the creamy white. The menthol cream feels cool against...
#erotic
#gothic
#water #sensual
#water #sensual
91 reads
4 Comments
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
15th Apr 2019 9:47am
15th Apr 2019 9:47am
Deathness
I crushed your bones
between my thighs,
I left your feet -
A poised sacrifice.
I turned my hands
up to the Sun,
stretched my carcass,
enjoyed the fun.
I bit your neck
and kissed your ear,
held your mouth,
shed weakest tear.
I watched your eyes
filled with war,
tried to calm you
in your core.
Not all love
is calm and clear,
sometimes it's terror,
sometimes it's fear.
As you bled out
a quiet goodbye,
I swore to love you
until I...
between my thighs,
I left your feet -
A poised sacrifice.
I turned my hands
up to the Sun,
stretched my carcass,
enjoyed the fun.
I bit your neck
and kissed your ear,
held your mouth,
shed weakest tear.
I watched your eyes
filled with war,
tried to calm you
in your core.
Not all love
is calm and clear,
sometimes it's terror,
sometimes it's fear.
As you bled out
a quiet goodbye,
I swore to love you
until I...
#gothic
#night
#lover
141 reads
3 Comments
black_magik_gypsy
Poem Published
6th Apr 2019 8:27pm
6th Apr 2019 8:27pm
In Decay I Dream
In decay I dream under dust and tomb
Strewn about are the bones which housed their gloom
My eyes slumber upon an ancient moon
In the hidden garden where darkness stood
Awake in deep sleep as the nightmares dwell
The brooding fog so forlorn as it fell
Surrounding me as an ivory serpent
Its coils wrapping all that is worthless
Before the fading gleams of moonlight rot
Shadows crawl still in the path of distraught
Within the cold catacombs of lurking clouds
Which hath laid upon thy garden, a shroud
Veiled by such vacancy...
Strewn about are the bones which housed their gloom
My eyes slumber upon an ancient moon
In the hidden garden where darkness stood
Awake in deep sleep as the nightmares dwell
The brooding fog so forlorn as it fell
Surrounding me as an ivory serpent
Its coils wrapping all that is worthless
Before the fading gleams of moonlight rot
Shadows crawl still in the path of distraught
Within the cold catacombs of lurking clouds
Which hath laid upon thy garden, a shroud
Veiled by such vacancy...
#gothic
#scary
#tragedy
197 reads
4 Comments
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