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.
HadesRising
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:23pm
Yesterday 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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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 7:06am
18th Aug 2019 7:06am
Repossession Thwarted
Repossession Thwarted
My goal in life was to make people happy. But my job repossessing cars robbed the owners of their pride and joy. I remember when the tow truck drove up a lady was in tears. She said, “Sir, please give me a chance to catch up on my notes. This is my only way to get to work.”
“Ma’am you’ve defaulted on your loan. I’m just doing my job. Please exit the vehicle. You holing up with the key in the ignition won’t make things better.”
She replied, “Let me drive off and tell your boss you couldn’t find me.”
“If...
My goal in life was to make people happy. But my job repossessing cars robbed the owners of their pride and joy. I remember when the tow truck drove up a lady was in tears. She said, “Sir, please give me a chance to catch up on my notes. This is my only way to get to work.”
“Ma’am you’ve defaulted on your loan. I’m just doing my job. Please exit the vehicle. You holing up with the key in the ignition won’t make things better.”
She replied, “Let me drive off and tell your boss you couldn’t find me.”
“If...
#women
#men
#gothic
#cars
#lover
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anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
8th Aug 2019 10:33am
8th Aug 2019 10:33am
A Rage Against Death
The reaper follows
Stalking quietly
Among nights
lonesome;
It is my own hand.
This rage burning within
Starkly contrasted against
Morose days spent awake
For fear of sleep
The reaper follows
He frequents my home
Guide me towards release
Only for me to back away
I'll suffer this terrible night
Alone, alone, go away
Reaper, deathly guide
I'll not go to the light
Not yet, though lately
You hardly startle me.
Stalking quietly
Among nights
lonesome;
It is my own hand.
This rage burning within
Starkly contrasted against
Morose days spent awake
For fear of sleep
The reaper follows
He frequents my home
Guide me towards release
Only for me to back away
I'll suffer this terrible night
Alone, alone, go away
Reaper, deathly guide
I'll not go to the light
Not yet, though lately
You hardly startle me.
#depression
#gothic
#death
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 5:03am
7th Aug 2019 5:03am
children of the file
I entered this dimension to cause terror
the complacent in the hierarchy infuriate
blue bloods with no real heart
join the masquerade but refuse to hunt
enjoying the creamy sexual music
without any true loyalty
I'm not out of touch with the pulse of the place
do you think I really left?
subversives under cover of darkness
ride the waves enforcing false honor
why do you seek to test my hand?
mischievious little ones
don't I feed the hungriest among you?
warriors of the brood
where are...
the complacent in the hierarchy infuriate
blue bloods with no real heart
join the masquerade but refuse to hunt
enjoying the creamy sexual music
without any true loyalty
I'm not out of touch with the pulse of the place
do you think I really left?
subversives under cover of darkness
ride the waves enforcing false honor
why do you seek to test my hand?
mischievious little ones
don't I feed the hungriest among you?
warriors of the brood
where are...
#dark
#gothic
#aliens #magic
#aliens #magic
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astrosleuth
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 2:23am
7th Aug 2019 2:23am
Inevitable
Some people live in gold-plated lobby mansions
Others live in the projects on a pension
Even if you're poor you'll get to die
No matter how rich, you won't get out alive
And no matter our home while living
The Reaper is the gift that keeps on giving
Comes whether you're a saint or sinning
The cycle of life must go on
Helped much by the cycle of death
It is your job while you are here
To find pleasure next time you yawn
We are all dancers and players at the masked ball
Everyone's midnight will come and then we'll...
Others live in the projects on a pension
Even if you're poor you'll get to die
No matter how rich, you won't get out alive
And no matter our home while living
The Reaper is the gift that keeps on giving
Comes whether you're a saint or sinning
The cycle of life must go on
Helped much by the cycle of death
It is your job while you are here
To find pleasure next time you yawn
We are all dancers and players at the masked ball
Everyone's midnight will come and then we'll...
#dark
#gothic
#death
#universe
#LifeCycle
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
4th Aug 2019 6:56am
4th Aug 2019 6:56am
La Dalliance
A man of middle age and wealthy cheek,
Will often use the tunnel from his chore.
That lets his mistress see him most discrète,
Pretending to be honest is a bore.
They both enter the suite from off the hall.
Her corset never forfeits lady’s rent,
He tussles with her bust when duty calls,
And has the dexterity of a gent.
The rhythmical unlacing corset’s flight,
Might otherwise intimidate a heart.
But as baleen of whale becomes untight,
His lover heaves a sigh to praise his art.
The ritual undressing...
Will often use the tunnel from his chore.
That lets his mistress see him most discrète,
Pretending to be honest is a bore.
They both enter the suite from off the hall.
Her corset never forfeits lady’s rent,
He tussles with her bust when duty calls,
And has the dexterity of a gent.
The rhythmical unlacing corset’s flight,
Might otherwise intimidate a heart.
But as baleen of whale becomes untight,
His lover heaves a sigh to praise his art.
The ritual undressing...
#love
#secrets
#gothic #lover
#gothic #lover
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HadesRising
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2019 3:37am
3rd Aug 2019 3:37am
TO HELL WITH HEAVEN
I stand at your tomb, the precipice of my personal apocalypse
The midnightmare ritual sealed forever with a rose and a kiss
I still remember the moon enchanting your silken burial gown
Sorcerous and adorning pale skin haunting chambers of skeletons
I took your hand and held it to my cheek
And cursed from the pits to the highest peaks
I am sorry that I left you here to die
Where my heart still slumbers with you inside
Centuries pass through the empty void of me
Just like a poisoned sword through the enemy
I am sorry I never left your side...
The midnightmare ritual sealed forever with a rose and a kiss
I still remember the moon enchanting your silken burial gown
Sorcerous and adorning pale skin haunting chambers of skeletons
I took your hand and held it to my cheek
And cursed from the pits to the highest peaks
I am sorry that I left you here to die
Where my heart still slumbers with you inside
Centuries pass through the empty void of me
Just like a poisoned sword through the enemy
I am sorry I never left your side...
#love
#dark
#gothic #suffering
#gothic #suffering
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Cryingdarkness
Callahan
Callahan
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 6:33am
28th Jul 2019 6:33am
Psycotic romance
This night we must take
For the dawn will bring us back
Back to there world.
That lonely life
The life where we can not be
There eyes always watching and judging
Your all that matters
So sad that we can only be in this murky night mist so far away from there looming eyes
They dont know you they say they cant
The refuse our love they always have
The wont understand the way we are
When i speak of you
They lie saying your not there,
Your only a symptom in my head
I cry for i know there all wrong
I see you before me hear...
For the dawn will bring us back
Back to there world.
That lonely life
The life where we can not be
There eyes always watching and judging
Your all that matters
So sad that we can only be in this murky night mist so far away from there looming eyes
They dont know you they say they cant
The refuse our love they always have
The wont understand the way we are
When i speak of you
They lie saying your not there,
Your only a symptom in my head
I cry for i know there all wrong
I see you before me hear...
#love
#murder
#gothic #suicide
#gothic #suicide
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Cryingdarkness
Callahan
Callahan
Poem Published
27th Jul 2019 7:53am
27th Jul 2019 7:53am
Immortal love
As i took that first bite
I knew it wasnt right
But i lie here bleeding
Longing for a feeling
As you placed apon me your look
My soul you read as book
I feel sarrow
For they will never see
We are meant to be
You and me
I fall through the earth
With out fear
For i know your there
Anywhere you are is better
Then this awfull disppear
As the bitter sweet pain grabs hold
Im sold
With my second bite
I feel a catch with in my soul
As i watch my blood pool ao softly around us
The most beautiful...
I knew it wasnt right
But i lie here bleeding
Longing for a feeling
As you placed apon me your look
My soul you read as book
I feel sarrow
For they will never see
We are meant to be
You and me
I fall through the earth
With out fear
For i know your there
Anywhere you are is better
Then this awfull disppear
As the bitter sweet pain grabs hold
Im sold
With my second bite
I feel a catch with in my soul
As i watch my blood pool ao softly around us
The most beautiful...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#death
#vampires
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
19th Jul 2019 5:42am
19th Jul 2019 5:42am
Brianna
It’s here, you can find it if you look in all the right places. The dark under the floral bedspread. Beneath the canopy of tattered stars on the ceiling. Beneath the mattress. That sweet, softened menace, sticky as candy. There’s a story in every house. A ghost of a girl gone missing inside me. The way the trees line the street blackly, how it reminds you of boys, or choking. Tiny fissures in all the figurines. Everywhere, that dirty dirty lip of dust. Sometimes you can still hear the cries of jump ropers. The spirits echoing softly down the well. Your hands so cold and numb you can taste the...
#dark
#gothic
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 4:40am
16th Jul 2019 4:40am
Catnip and Mistletoe
Catnip and Mistletoe
I meet Shari in a bar in the warehouse district of New Orleans. Her bare midriff is illustrated with henna and her black lipstick completes her Goth look. The Stygian hue of her lips entices me to follow her even into Hades. She says, “Are you looking for a companion at the raves or a feathery woman to tickle you at night. I can do rough or soft, you pick.”
I reply, “There is a zip to those nose rings which is undeniable. Given half a chance you could have my hair dyed purple and a ring to rub my zipper from behind.” ...
I meet Shari in a bar in the warehouse district of New Orleans. Her bare midriff is illustrated with henna and her black lipstick completes her Goth look. The Stygian hue of her lips entices me to follow her even into Hades. She says, “Are you looking for a companion at the raves or a feathery woman to tickle you at night. I can do rough or soft, you pick.”
I reply, “There is a zip to those nose rings which is undeniable. Given half a chance you could have my hair dyed purple and a ring to rub my zipper from behind.” ...
#women
#motherhood
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 9:25am
14th Jul 2019 9:25am
summer evening
Summer evening
The day is gone
Darkness is moving in
My day
Correcting poem
Writing new ones is over
Time for TV.
I have read the news
Not uplifting
Seeing Trump
The elected dictator
Triumphant boasts.
Why are the Americans
So stupid
Can he not see
He s shyster
Dragging you into
A new war
Marching happily
Into war for his benefit
Thousand of your soldiers
Die painfully
For his honour
The day is gone
Darkness is moving in
My day
Correcting poem
Writing new ones is over
Time for TV.
I have read the news
Not uplifting
Seeing Trump
The elected dictator
Triumphant boasts.
Why are the Americans
So stupid
Can he not see
He s shyster
Dragging you into
A new war
Marching happily
Into war for his benefit
Thousand of your soldiers
Die painfully
For his honour
#gay
#gothic
#misunderstood #transgender
#misunderstood #transgender
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