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 5:00pm
Yesterday 5:00pm
Cloven Dark
To the ends of the cloven dark
not of earth her bosom locks
from her uterus well worn
where the night is born
as the torrent of winter calls
rising of the tempest beat
beneath the cold medina walls
a place I can sleep
dreaming of flowers and trees
with an innocent heart
of my passion and cankering chair
to the ends of the cloven dark
not of earth her bosom locks
from her uterus well worn
where the night is born
as the torrent of winter calls
rising of the tempest beat
beneath the cold medina walls
a place I can sleep
dreaming of flowers and trees
with an innocent heart
of my passion and cankering chair
to the ends of the cloven dark
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:24pm
Yesterday 4:24pm
Belly Oats
Walking back the night my camphor of love
causing my heart to dilate of odorants
beneath a thin pale of gothic properties
jostling my hungering jowls
A splinter of eternity caul of the wilding
diagnose to a spinster's throes
conceived in my mind's gilder-prose
belly oats for my tummy curdling my toes
In metamorphous of obsidian ghost
intoxicating my relic's claw
of a terminal cabbage
as I gift to you eternal life
With an ebbing prognosis of blissful pain
as your blood's ganache drains
and...
causing my heart to dilate of odorants
beneath a thin pale of gothic properties
jostling my hungering jowls
A splinter of eternity caul of the wilding
diagnose to a spinster's throes
conceived in my mind's gilder-prose
belly oats for my tummy curdling my toes
In metamorphous of obsidian ghost
intoxicating my relic's claw
of a terminal cabbage
as I gift to you eternal life
With an ebbing prognosis of blissful pain
as your blood's ganache drains
and...
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
31st Jul 2020 5:18pm
31st Jul 2020 5:18pm
Toxic Revelation
In the dark's bureaucracy
no higher court than death
as the winds sing mellow
down the aisle of night
into the womb
Memories in a row of stones
my fetus cold as the clay
like a suitor in shadow
in a garden manmade
of toxic revelation
no higher court than death
as the winds sing mellow
down the aisle of night
into the womb
Memories in a row of stones
my fetus cold as the clay
like a suitor in shadow
in a garden manmade
of toxic revelation
#dark
#gothic
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 10:53am
29th Jul 2020 10:53am
Darker sex
#erotic
#gothic
160 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 8:23pm
26th Jul 2020 8:23pm
Gothic Dream
I do not know what it was.
Some urge to sit down and write came over me.
Gothic tales radiate their tune; the lights dim.
What shall I write? Dream.
I pulled off my scalp,
cracked open my skull,
mashed my fingers in
and parted my mind.
Running like blood,
thoughts stream
down my face
upon the page.
I looked up
into the blinding sun,
its rays skewered
the darkness of my eyes.
Oh, these hollow sockets
swallow the lighted world.
I fall back,
an eyeless creature. ...
Some urge to sit down and write came over me.
Gothic tales radiate their tune; the lights dim.
What shall I write? Dream.
I pulled off my scalp,
cracked open my skull,
mashed my fingers in
and parted my mind.
Running like blood,
thoughts stream
down my face
upon the page.
I looked up
into the blinding sun,
its rays skewered
the darkness of my eyes.
Oh, these hollow sockets
swallow the lighted world.
I fall back,
an eyeless creature. ...
#dark
#gothic
#MentalHealth
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 8:14pm
26th Jul 2020 8:14pm
Gothic Diary
A single page entry
could make a novel
of a thousand pages
written in vanity.
Kept out of sight
from tenacious eyes
which claw
its delicate words.
It is the gold kept locked
button by button
within my being.
There is no combination to this safe.
As it is with the soul and mind,
where flesh to flesh, bottom lip to upper lip
is locked as a secret
in my garden of poetry.
Forever harvested
within the keeper’s soul,
if my body dies,
my mortal words succumb.
...
could make a novel
of a thousand pages
written in vanity.
Kept out of sight
from tenacious eyes
which claw
its delicate words.
It is the gold kept locked
button by button
within my being.
There is no combination to this safe.
As it is with the soul and mind,
where flesh to flesh, bottom lip to upper lip
is locked as a secret
in my garden of poetry.
Forever harvested
within the keeper’s soul,
if my body dies,
my mortal words succumb.
...
#depression
#dark
#gothic
#MentalHealth
#feminism
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 2:48pm
26th Jul 2020 2:48pm
bloodlust
I am bidden come forth
child of darkness enter the sacred corridor
the dawn beckons
my soul shivers comforted in the shady hollows
cold comfort is the dark
the light shines its mercy upon me
warmly inviting I shyly leave the shadows
I am not of this mortal world
I traverse dimensions
traveling the infinite
bending time walking through portals
fear me oh ye human
I am vampire
stolen from a vampire nursery at birth
brought to this kingdom by a deity--
who lust for one of my kind
powers of...
child of darkness enter the sacred corridor
the dawn beckons
my soul shivers comforted in the shady hollows
cold comfort is the dark
the light shines its mercy upon me
warmly inviting I shyly leave the shadows
I am not of this mortal world
I traverse dimensions
traveling the infinite
bending time walking through portals
fear me oh ye human
I am vampire
stolen from a vampire nursery at birth
brought to this kingdom by a deity--
who lust for one of my kind
powers of...
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
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veganpoet
Poem Published
25th Jul 2020 6:27pm
25th Jul 2020 6:27pm
She, The Only Knowledge That Remains
I.
My mind is a juggernaut
of dirt and steel.
My hands on your body,
the arbiter of all that is real.
With tears that fall
like the spider crawls,
I sing these syllables
of voracious yearning:
how I want you,
how I need you,
to slide open these closed curtains of Self
with the silky drawstring of your trembling lower lip.
II.
Welcoming the sun-stream that kissed across his face,
the...
My mind is a juggernaut
of dirt and steel.
My hands on your body,
the arbiter of all that is real.
With tears that fall
like the spider crawls,
I sing these syllables
of voracious yearning:
how I want you,
how I need you,
to slide open these closed curtains of Self
with the silky drawstring of your trembling lower lip.
II.
Welcoming the sun-stream that kissed across his face,
the...
#love
#gothic
#universe
#uplifting
#passion
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
25th Jul 2020 3:45pm
25th Jul 2020 3:45pm
sex metal
#lust
#dark
#gothic
#magic
#witches
87 reads
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2020 10:36pm
23rd Jul 2020 10:36pm
her darkness~with the stunning Sky_dancer
she called the night from the heavens
bedecked in starlight she shine
the woman was dark incarnate she was the first
the day was jealous of the lady
who called principalities from their realms of power to do her bidding
with an intimate knowing she caressed the soul
divining fact from fiction from all beings faithful to her
inside her the hidden knowledge
only her immortal love held the key to bring kingdoms to their knees
and build an empire from nothing but their love
there, darkness claimed her
she saw without light ...
bedecked in starlight she shine
the woman was dark incarnate she was the first
the day was jealous of the lady
who called principalities from their realms of power to do her bidding
with an intimate knowing she caressed the soul
divining fact from fiction from all beings faithful to her
inside her the hidden knowledge
only her immortal love held the key to bring kingdoms to their knees
and build an empire from nothing but their love
there, darkness claimed her
she saw without light ...
#love
#dark
#gothic #collaboration
#gothic #collaboration
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8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
21st Jul 2020 4:23am
21st Jul 2020 4:23am
Rosa 'Ingrid Bergman'
Of Marlboros and Rosa 'Ingrid Bergman,'
in black lace of wed and visceral dribbling,
my shenanigans with pen and ink,
a scarecrow with nothing to eat.
Shadows in decadence of a low hanging moon,
the dead's overcoat dripping sanity's profane,
from the hound tooth of castrated winters,
as the ravens peck at my alto.
I, your silent butler profiteering the night,
silhouetting the cold harvest of wheat,
with the anger of coming November,
of Marlboros and Rosa 'Ingrid Bergman.'
in black lace of wed and visceral dribbling,
my shenanigans with pen and ink,
a scarecrow with nothing to eat.
Shadows in decadence of a low hanging moon,
the dead's overcoat dripping sanity's profane,
from the hound tooth of castrated winters,
as the ravens peck at my alto.
I, your silent butler profiteering the night,
silhouetting the cold harvest of wheat,
with the anger of coming November,
of Marlboros and Rosa 'Ingrid Bergman.'
#gothic
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dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
20th Jul 2020 11:19pm
20th Jul 2020 11:19pm
little longer...
an unkindness of ravens
blacker than a new moon
weighed in sorrow
waiting to pour down
on the brightest smile...
just a little longer...
blacker than a new moon
weighed in sorrow
waiting to pour down
on the brightest smile...
just a little longer...
#sadness
#hope
#dark
#gothic
#suffering
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