Gothic Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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gothic seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 1:32pm
23rd Jan 2025 1:32pm
Deep Blue
With remnants of the silence deep in blue as a
shadow becomes my muse capturing my soul in
naked braille caressing her flesh of spiced
debauchery kissing her lips tasting insanity
down to her elbow of bones unzipping her corset
sticking to her vulva's Velcro with remnants
of the silence deep in blue
shadow becomes my muse capturing my soul in
naked braille caressing her flesh of spiced
debauchery kissing her lips tasting insanity
down to her elbow of bones unzipping her corset
sticking to her vulva's Velcro with remnants
of the silence deep in blue
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
112 reads
2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 8:25pm
15th Jan 2025 8:25pm
Dark droplets
insomnia invocations fall through feather light leaving
necromantic shades seek seeping sleeping towards
he holds a seance where dormant night moths reborn
animate figures fade towards skulled silence as his scalpel moves
back forth making inceptions where once her hands
searching romance in crucified scriptures now drenched
knowing she is the grave hearth hart when their cup
runneth over from damp daggers trembling veined
her murderous mouth twined abys gasps love bled
a word in sacred secret name and death is...
necromantic shades seek seeping sleeping towards
he holds a seance where dormant night moths reborn
animate figures fade towards skulled silence as his scalpel moves
back forth making inceptions where once her hands
searching romance in crucified scriptures now drenched
knowing she is the grave hearth hart when their cup
runneth over from damp daggers trembling veined
her murderous mouth twined abys gasps love bled
a word in sacred secret name and death is...
#dark
#gothic
80 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
Queen of Darkness
Queen of Darkness
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
#angels
#feminism
#gothic
#nature
#women
73 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 2:03pm
19th Dec 2024 2:03pm
Corset and Staves
Twilight gothic voice from a grave
of the harlot's corset and staves
eyes gaze into pleasures unknown
in voyeuristic analysis of death's
body corpse of a puppet on stone
from insomnia's noir of pale lips
fertilizing the red worm's roe
from the flesh of decadent smile
of the harlot's corset and staves
of the harlot's corset and staves
eyes gaze into pleasures unknown
in voyeuristic analysis of death's
body corpse of a puppet on stone
from insomnia's noir of pale lips
fertilizing the red worm's roe
from the flesh of decadent smile
of the harlot's corset and staves
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
110 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 10:01pm
18th Dec 2024 10:01pm
Naked Necrophilia
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
92 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 11:19pm
7th Dec 2024 11:19pm
Orgy of Corpses
Nihilism's dark orgy of corpses in the cremation of
romanticism leaving the puffy widow free, huffing
the shadow, lusting the venom at the hairline of
Rogaine in the cremation of romanticism and
swollen thighs, dripping nausea of decadent
obscenity for the greenflies debauching the girth
in a dark orgy of corpses
romanticism leaving the puffy widow free, huffing
the shadow, lusting the venom at the hairline of
Rogaine in the cremation of romanticism and
swollen thighs, dripping nausea of decadent
obscenity for the greenflies debauching the girth
in a dark orgy of corpses
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
149 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 5:58pm
6th Dec 2024 5:58pm
Covert Narcissist
"Deep is the tool of the fascist fool..."
centurion of the soul's nocturnal rhapsody
Wearing a shadow of insanity into antiquity
from the blood of the usher slowly rising
In the twilight's silence of the harp's cello
with no time to linger on the quill's omission
dripping indigo from the mind of a covert
narcissist...decaying
centurion of the soul's nocturnal rhapsody
Wearing a shadow of insanity into antiquity
from the blood of the usher slowly rising
In the twilight's silence of the harp's cello
with no time to linger on the quill's omission
dripping indigo from the mind of a covert
narcissist...decaying
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:51pm
5th Dec 2024 1:51pm
Swallowing Porridge
Enclosed, are the bed chamber and archives of
whispered vows, haunting, swallowing porridge
of shattered dreams longing for misery and setting
free the riptides of lusting flesh, lurking in shadows
of the growing dark into the lens of chatoyant eyes
and all the strings, swallowing porridge, enclosed
whispered vows, haunting, swallowing porridge
of shattered dreams longing for misery and setting
free the riptides of lusting flesh, lurking in shadows
of the growing dark into the lens of chatoyant eyes
and all the strings, swallowing porridge, enclosed
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 1:30am
4th Dec 2024 1:30am
Silence Lies Unbroken - with Everavalon
From the wrought iron, I'll be clinging
for your love, I told you so
But I can feel the storms gathering
of the rains in the derelict howling wind
and Cajuns of caroling sins
And still, the silence lies unbroken
neath the stone's heart of omens
But it's best if I can bleed you
of your dreadful shenanigans
Beneath this old gothic stone
As if the teapot is steaming
I can touch the acid stains
With a smile upon the pane
From the wrought iron, I'll be clinging
The...
for your love, I told you so
But I can feel the storms gathering
of the rains in the derelict howling wind
and Cajuns of caroling sins
And still, the silence lies unbroken
neath the stone's heart of omens
But it's best if I can bleed you
of your dreadful shenanigans
Beneath this old gothic stone
As if the teapot is steaming
I can touch the acid stains
With a smile upon the pane
From the wrought iron, I'll be clinging
The...
#collaboration
#erotic
#gothic #lust
#gothic #lust
150 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 3:51pm
1st Dec 2024 3:51pm
For the Ribeye
For the ribeye of her soul and the rapture of
adrenaline's tears and honey, dripping cognac
from the fig tree of her loins for the coat hook
of my sperm and the chatoyant of my eyes
In the widow's deep sleep essentially bled
of her haiku arched in pleasure as my tongue
lust for the ribeye of her soul
adrenaline's tears and honey, dripping cognac
from the fig tree of her loins for the coat hook
of my sperm and the chatoyant of my eyes
In the widow's deep sleep essentially bled
of her haiku arched in pleasure as my tongue
lust for the ribeye of her soul
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:25pm
30th Nov 2024 1:25pm
Empty Flagons
With an empty flagon of the grog's misery embracing
the dusk as the shadows linger with syllables of love
Where angels are souls and the flesh is cold and
the beast within you silences the head. As my quill
becomes the guillotine whispering anonymously
unfed. My fornicating tongue awakes, under
the canopy of the master's hand unreeling the
soul on the twilight's shoals. Throbbing where
the flesh is blood in the troughs womb with
an empty flagon of the grog's misery
pulsing the evening's night
the dusk as the shadows linger with syllables of love
Where angels are souls and the flesh is cold and
the beast within you silences the head. As my quill
becomes the guillotine whispering anonymously
unfed. My fornicating tongue awakes, under
the canopy of the master's hand unreeling the
soul on the twilight's shoals. Throbbing where
the flesh is blood in the troughs womb with
an empty flagon of the grog's misery
pulsing the evening's night
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
106 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 1:23pm
28th Nov 2024 1:23pm
Suffocating Pendulum
Conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
in shadows of Autumn leaves of decadent seas
antiques and curios neath pastel starry climes
Suffocating pendulum of burning hemorrhaging
as the jester brushes in shadows of silent hush
conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
in shadows of Autumn leaves of decadent seas
antiques and curios neath pastel starry climes
Suffocating pendulum of burning hemorrhaging
as the jester brushes in shadows of silent hush
conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
174 reads
4 Comments
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