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.
Arches of Falling Twilight

#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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Old Crones Dancing
Once upon obsidian bones
from my mind's dark oasis
and sweet opium's chowder
of memories haunting lullaby
from the pharaoh's cacoon
beneath the fabric of twilight
leaving footsteps in the wind
of vampires in silken wings
old crones dancing serenade
from my mind's dark oasis
and sweet opium's chowder
of memories haunting lullaby
from the pharaoh's cacoon
beneath the fabric of twilight
leaving footsteps in the wind
of vampires in silken wings
old crones dancing serenade
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
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It's The Steampunk I Dread
Into the mass of my insanity
a menagerie of crickets too far
eating the seat of my madness
and five fingers of quackery
it's the steampunk I dread
hotwired to my head
leaving my shadow in the shed
where the sidewalk ends
talking to the dead
a menagerie of crickets too far
eating the seat of my madness
and five fingers of quackery
it's the steampunk I dread
hotwired to my head
leaving my shadow in the shed
where the sidewalk ends
talking to the dead
#dark
#gothic
#steampunk
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The Shifting
I stumbled in thought upon your sardonic wit
wetting myself a little
your shadow spied me from the corner of his eye
and crept upon my prone form
seeking refuge down deep
You pry me from my hiding spot
exaltation of breath you deny me
simmering in the backdrop like a hallucination
You needn't concern yourself unjustly
I am of no concern in your powerplay
In hopes of feeding Sadistic need
you come ever closer
stifling the light between us
My terror is selfish
it feeds only my Master
who...
wetting myself a little
your shadow spied me from the corner of his eye
and crept upon my prone form
seeking refuge down deep
You pry me from my hiding spot
exaltation of breath you deny me
simmering in the backdrop like a hallucination
You needn't concern yourself unjustly
I am of no concern in your powerplay
In hopes of feeding Sadistic need
you come ever closer
stifling the light between us
My terror is selfish
it feeds only my Master
who...
#gothic
#vampires
#magic
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Schizophrenia's Acey-Deucey
With a shadow of one's creation, exhaling,
my schizophrenia's acey-deucey
walking my Halloweenie
looking through the fractured mirror
at my naked bones of tattered threads
observing a failing image of a pinned omen
neath the weight of dark mascara, breathing,
touched by the brush of the twilight's insanity
listening to the clogging crickets in stereo
and the muted horrors of being a shadow
of tone-deaf stones in an orchard screaming
guilty omens from the wretched Ouija
with frozen embryos crawling up my nose
at my...
my schizophrenia's acey-deucey
walking my Halloweenie
looking through the fractured mirror
at my naked bones of tattered threads
observing a failing image of a pinned omen
neath the weight of dark mascara, breathing,
touched by the brush of the twilight's insanity
listening to the clogging crickets in stereo
and the muted horrors of being a shadow
of tone-deaf stones in an orchard screaming
guilty omens from the wretched Ouija
with frozen embryos crawling up my nose
at my...
#dark
#gothic
#Halloween #scary
#Halloween #scary
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Reign of Darkness

#dark
#gothic
#evil
#vampires
#horror
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The Curse of the Baron of Blood

#dark
#gothic
#vampires
#curse
#horror
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One Type Of Ghostly Encounter
Jonathan saw some
blonde in the graveyard remove
her robe and faded away.
blonde in the graveyard remove
her robe and faded away.
#beauty
#gothic
#fiction
#graveyard
#sensual
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Moan
Evading desire peaks
for a moment
I cannot deny it entry
by all means Lady Lust do come
Seeking a level playing field
tilt the earth and spin
scatter on the winds a spell
Bewitching in nature
cultivate lust in passion's hold
secreting my treasure
With just a measure of guilt
Holding tightly to the feeling
beguiling a woman, am I
Crimson lips, purple hair
conjuring a man to me
Let all the little witches stir
a cluck of the tongue
and it has begun
...
for a moment
I cannot deny it entry
by all means Lady Lust do come
Seeking a level playing field
tilt the earth and spin
scatter on the winds a spell
Bewitching in nature
cultivate lust in passion's hold
secreting my treasure
With just a measure of guilt
Holding tightly to the feeling
beguiling a woman, am I
Crimson lips, purple hair
conjuring a man to me
Let all the little witches stir
a cluck of the tongue
and it has begun
...
#lust
#gothic
#witches
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Throwback of a Creative Past
DIRGES AND TEARS (A collaboration by Soul & Grace)
Torturous, this wears wet
bleeding out loss in life
be it not draining and soaking
hung out drying
watching sunrises
stead the settle, knowing
this, fills the hours
there, no holding it back
rolling thunderous black cloud
what keeps thee free being,
wracked by its wrath
Dirges and cries of sorrowing hearts
Of those that strew the petals of roses
Upon the mile that stretches far
To the garden where none astir
Where hearse move over fallen tears ...
Torturous, this wears wet
bleeding out loss in life
be it not draining and soaking
hung out drying
watching sunrises
stead the settle, knowing
this, fills the hours
there, no holding it back
rolling thunderous black cloud
what keeps thee free being,
wracked by its wrath
Dirges and cries of sorrowing hearts
Of those that strew the petals of roses
Upon the mile that stretches far
To the garden where none astir
Where hearse move over fallen tears ...
#gothic
#death
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Fellatio
Darkness descends and I falter
slowly making my way to your altar
Where I flay myself for your pleasure
Vulnerability succumbs quickly to your observances
a look of steel cuts
you doubt my honesty
Upon my breast I speak with honor
lest you forget my native tongue isn't mockery
you will find no guile in me
Blushing at my nakedness of thought
my purity offers itself up as sacrifice
I am divinity in the flesh
an immortal initiate
Careening in the heady needy
your spell falls heavy upon me
My mind...
slowly making my way to your altar
Where I flay myself for your pleasure
Vulnerability succumbs quickly to your observances
a look of steel cuts
you doubt my honesty
Upon my breast I speak with honor
lest you forget my native tongue isn't mockery
you will find no guile in me
Blushing at my nakedness of thought
my purity offers itself up as sacrifice
I am divinity in the flesh
an immortal initiate
Careening in the heady needy
your spell falls heavy upon me
My mind...
#love
#lust
#gothic
#BDSM
#vampires
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Randolph and Terika

#dark
#gothic
#evil
#vampires
#horror
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