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.
BurnBlck
Poem Published
21st Dec 2018 12:29pm
21st Dec 2018 12:29pm
Corpse Princess
Every night, my heart beats rampant, under the wandering guise of a troubled mind
Perceiving the shadows of vacant life lying stagnant
The playful echoes of footsteps repel below the ceiling, as drifting ambient voices greet the presence of the living
I walk through empty halls, below the gaze of roaming stars, eloquently painting the dreary night sky
The moon dwells in darkness and maintains itself as the epitome
A lantern harkening light towards the darkest fragments of thought the mind can muster
Breeding the essence of horror within the human psyche as it...
Perceiving the shadows of vacant life lying stagnant
The playful echoes of footsteps repel below the ceiling, as drifting ambient voices greet the presence of the living
I walk through empty halls, below the gaze of roaming stars, eloquently painting the dreary night sky
The moon dwells in darkness and maintains itself as the epitome
A lantern harkening light towards the darkest fragments of thought the mind can muster
Breeding the essence of horror within the human psyche as it...
#lust
#murder
#gothic
#death
#evil
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
13th Dec 2018 7:26pm
13th Dec 2018 7:26pm
Goth Girl
Black leather boots and shimmering chrome buckles.
Tight leather straps grip her calves,
blanketing a smooth sheet of pale skin.
Her satin purple valerie corset complimenting
her Goth-architecture.
She’ll dance and she’ll surely sing…
…she’ll have to journey with her soul-compass.
This story’s the path one dared to explore…
“I wanna grow to sing…”
she often confided to Father.
“Fools Paradise!” declared Father.
Such little incisions into her dreams
never seem to derail her
off the...
Tight leather straps grip her calves,
blanketing a smooth sheet of pale skin.
Her satin purple valerie corset complimenting
her Goth-architecture.
She’ll dance and she’ll surely sing…
…she’ll have to journey with her soul-compass.
This story’s the path one dared to explore…
“I wanna grow to sing…”
she often confided to Father.
“Fools Paradise!” declared Father.
Such little incisions into her dreams
never seem to derail her
off the...
#dark
#gothic
#emotional
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HadesRising
Poem Published
13th Dec 2018 4:36am
13th Dec 2018 4:36am
THE SHARPER THE STAKE
It’s been eons since I last tasted your lips
The deadly seduction of your winter wisp
From the heart of darkness, the blackest eclipse
You poisoned me with a love so true
So that I may feed on the blood with you
Desire incarnate etched in the veil of the abyss
From whence we kissed
I writhe with the plague you placed on this phage
Killing confessions I scribe on the page
Murderous intents, thunderous laments
Whispered in the night that I can’t resist
I’m honed to the edge, dungeons and your bed
Hanging with...
The deadly seduction of your winter wisp
From the heart of darkness, the blackest eclipse
You poisoned me with a love so true
So that I may feed on the blood with you
Desire incarnate etched in the veil of the abyss
From whence we kissed
I writhe with the plague you placed on this phage
Killing confessions I scribe on the page
Murderous intents, thunderous laments
Whispered in the night that I can’t resist
I’m honed to the edge, dungeons and your bed
Hanging with...
#love
#dark
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
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Sky_dancer
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 5:12am
12th Dec 2018 5:12am
Don't f**k with witches
#dark
#betrayal
#gothic
#magic
#revenge
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MoonlitGoddess
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 2:59am
8th Dec 2018 2:59am
Her evolution
She felt pain,
a pain that could not be soothed.
The pain turned to rage,
the rage burned deep. Into the deepest crevice of her soul.
The fire consumed her,
Her and the fire were one.
a pain that could not be soothed.
The pain turned to rage,
the rage burned deep. Into the deepest crevice of her soul.
The fire consumed her,
Her and the fire were one.
#anger
#depression
#dark
#gothic
#hurt
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MoonlitGoddess
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 3:41am
7th Dec 2018 3:41am
In the darkness of the Night
The stars were many.
She wore them in her eyes,
To be seen in the darkness.
A darkness that had no end.
Cold air chilled the living.
Death was out that night.
Like a breeze of fresh air.
She wore them in her eyes,
To be seen in the darkness.
A darkness that had no end.
Cold air chilled the living.
Death was out that night.
Like a breeze of fresh air.
#dark
#women
#gothic
#death
#night
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MoonlitGoddess
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 3:34am
7th Dec 2018 3:34am
Human
To be human.
She tried this once.
To travel to a world of freewill and love,
But tragedy struck.
The world shook,
the sky darkened,
the moon turned to flames.
She saw the suffering and with her tears soothed all souls.
Her sacrifices were many.
Then just like that she was gone again.
She tried this once.
To travel to a world of freewill and love,
But tragedy struck.
The world shook,
the sky darkened,
the moon turned to flames.
She saw the suffering and with her tears soothed all souls.
Her sacrifices were many.
Then just like that she was gone again.
#love
#dark
#gothic
#mythology
#pagan
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2018 7:00pm
30th Nov 2018 7:00pm
Glimmer Within the Dark Poet
The world’s most surrealistic poems originate from beings who question their own grip on reality! Why is this? Because we acknowledge our differences from “ordinary”, so we’re at the advantage of possessing analytical mentalities. The study of the world around us and ourselves makes us philosophers! Words of the metaphor enrich our poetic vernacular. Dark Poets! Gothic Writers! Apostles of Gothic-Surrealistic literature! Take hold of the reins and preserve our command of the English Tongue! We’re the most audacious when writing our minds. Our work is art. I shall do my part in the show! ...
#dark
#gothic
#WritingPoetry
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Silent_One
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 6:10am
29th Nov 2018 6:10am
The Unwritten
Dancing
inside the terror of dreams
Symphonies of the masses
gassed as you bleed
Your blood becomes my ink
unwritten is hell's silent scream
carving desires dressed as Satan
each in a chamber of the insane
Timeless all my senseless words
passionate only in my crimes
Gold and silver shall save you not
my poetry is not for others eyes
Forever shall the corpse
lie in tranquil pastures
our Ballard that once bloomed
epic our bondage of love
I sliced your heart
in the silver cup
of...
inside the terror of dreams
Symphonies of the masses
gassed as you bleed
Your blood becomes my ink
unwritten is hell's silent scream
carving desires dressed as Satan
each in a chamber of the insane
Timeless all my senseless words
passionate only in my crimes
Gold and silver shall save you not
my poetry is not for others eyes
Forever shall the corpse
lie in tranquil pastures
our Ballard that once bloomed
epic our bondage of love
I sliced your heart
in the silver cup
of...
#dark
#gothic
#death #historical
#death #historical
131 reads
3 Comments
Silent_One
Poem Published
28th Nov 2018 7:56am
28th Nov 2018 7:56am
Innocence of the Beast
She seduced my feet
Maria oh my sharia Maria enticed me
down under we meet
she bleeds
I drink her red juices
I am her slave
consumed her ego
and her smoothie
she rewards me
with empathy
and a little mud
She is a black widow
evil to the core
oh I know I know
she leaves a trophy at my door
We are interleaved
in arms of hate
beheaded both
that is our fate
Maria oh my sharia Maria enticed me
down under we meet
she bleeds
I drink her red juices
I am her slave
consumed her ego
and her smoothie
she rewards me
with empathy
and a little mud
She is a black widow
evil to the core
oh I know I know
she leaves a trophy at my door
We are interleaved
in arms of hate
beheaded both
that is our fate
#dark
#gothic
#evil #confessional
#evil #confessional
78 reads
1 Comment
Marks
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2018 00:14am
23rd Nov 2018 00:14am
Coffee and Scars
.. ...
The coffee is ready...
It tastes bitter
A high-ceiling bar...
Abducting my mind
I need to form...
Deep scars in my soul
I do not like my poems...
To be in the Land of Oz
And I know...
I know I find readers
My true and sustained flights...
I know those readers turn into new scars
... ... ... ...
The coffee is ready...
It tastes bitter
A high-ceiling bar...
Abducting my mind
I need to form...
Deep scars in my soul
I do not like my poems...
To be in the Land of Oz
And I know...
I know I find readers
My true and sustained flights...
I know those readers turn into new scars
... ... ... ...
#loneliness
#dark
#gothic
80 reads
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 12:03pm
16th Nov 2018 12:03pm
Believer
North Carolina sending us in a beaver with Justin Believer.Willing to do the wise'o'black lord of the sun.
Trending shivers down my spine. Well,I have stuff to do with,o,whining.
Majestic figures,pigeon gurus eating a crime.
Good,o,savior, listen to me shine. Stressed out well believer,imagine us in a list of swine.
Let me introduce you to our friend,darkness,which is alive.Flashing pieces of wood in my crime.
Trending shivers down my spine. Well,I have stuff to do with,o,whining.
Majestic figures,pigeon gurus eating a crime.
Good,o,savior, listen to me shine. Stressed out well believer,imagine us in a list of swine.
Let me introduce you to our friend,darkness,which is alive.Flashing pieces of wood in my crime.
#gothic
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