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
25th Nov 2024 1:17am
25th Nov 2024 1:17am
Longing to Taste
Haunting imagination and suckled fouled teats
of forbidden fantasies hanging in lavished halls
without a puddle on my chair with the pleasures
of the flesh longing to taste your swollen quiche
from the menses where your uterus inhales
without the audience of impotent gargoyles
or a marble angel statue with wings of the dead
of forbidden fantasies hanging in lavished halls
without a puddle on my chair with the pleasures
of the flesh longing to taste your swollen quiche
from the menses where your uterus inhales
without the audience of impotent gargoyles
or a marble angel statue with wings of the dead
#dark
#erotic
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
203 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 5:06pm
18th Nov 2024 5:06pm
Her Silken Plum
Intimacy in a poetic embrace
from the inkwell's archives
consuming her ash
of smoldering desire...
exhaling
engulfing me with debauchery
into the forgotten intimacy
swallowing her breath
of decadent tongue
into her cold bloodstream
and the cauldron of her womb
melting the wax of my doom
into her silken plum
of the forbidden taste
where her flesh reigns
releasing a storm of oblivion
sealing my fate...
exhaling
from the inkwell's archives
consuming her ash
of smoldering desire...
exhaling
engulfing me with debauchery
into the forgotten intimacy
swallowing her breath
of decadent tongue
into her cold bloodstream
and the cauldron of her womb
melting the wax of my doom
into her silken plum
of the forbidden taste
where her flesh reigns
releasing a storm of oblivion
sealing my fate...
exhaling
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
180 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 2:08am
17th Nov 2024 2:08am
Debauchery
For the sake of propriety in this age of debauchery
rising from the grave not recognizing myself
modesty has run its course with no time for the
carrion or poetic tea and sympathy and the Ravens
will go hungry in this age of debauchery
rising from the grave not recognizing myself
modesty has run its course with no time for the
carrion or poetic tea and sympathy and the Ravens
will go hungry in this age of debauchery
#evil
#dark
#gothic
127 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 6:17pm
10th Nov 2024 6:17pm
Contagious Scrawls
I am the patent sky holding you close
in closed quarters to my dark soul
Corroded by angels and evangelicals
with scalloped goitered tongues
Wearing cauls of contagious scrawls
in free verse of The Raven's Pinion
in closed quarters to my dark soul
Corroded by angels and evangelicals
with scalloped goitered tongues
Wearing cauls of contagious scrawls
in free verse of The Raven's Pinion
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
#gothic
108 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 2:48pm
3rd Nov 2024 2:48pm
In-Lieu of a Kiss
Kindled ashes girdled by the twilight
in soft hands alchemy debauchery
scented melodies from decadent lips
in-lieu of a kiss and trinkets of lyrics
of innocence in a graveyard of symphonies
embracing a haunting crescendo
from the archives of a secret silhouette
in arabesque dripping goblets of red
in soft hands alchemy debauchery
scented melodies from decadent lips
in-lieu of a kiss and trinkets of lyrics
of innocence in a graveyard of symphonies
embracing a haunting crescendo
from the archives of a secret silhouette
in arabesque dripping goblets of red
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
190 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 9:29pm
1st Nov 2024 9:29pm
Devoured of The Flesh
Washed-out bones in the charnel house smell of
decay on the sheets dripping from a condom since
you left where the dead have lost their souls
in the dark's obliteration of broken bones devoured
of the flesh but remembered in the bosom of my
heart abandoned by the maggots that feast in the
arroyo of cracked embryos
decay on the sheets dripping from a condom since
you left where the dead have lost their souls
in the dark's obliteration of broken bones devoured
of the flesh but remembered in the bosom of my
heart abandoned by the maggots that feast in the
arroyo of cracked embryos
#dark
#death
#erotic #gothic
#erotic #gothic
149 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 5:05pm
31st Oct 2024 5:05pm
Thinking it a Coffee House -- with Crimsin
Troubled mind when dreams close in
haunted by shadows of memories
of raven's wearing death's caul
walking grounds of hallowed dead
with words engraved on headstones
listening to the crescendo of crying
corpses of dust and ashes, no
flesh to the bone, but half awake
in their four walls, thinking it a Coffee
House
stirring the bones I foretell your future
of cast-off harlots and midnights of debauchery
morbid meetings with groping fingers
filthy beasts with lying eyes
serpents tongue speaking...
haunted by shadows of memories
of raven's wearing death's caul
walking grounds of hallowed dead
with words engraved on headstones
listening to the crescendo of crying
corpses of dust and ashes, no
flesh to the bone, but half awake
in their four walls, thinking it a Coffee
House
stirring the bones I foretell your future
of cast-off harlots and midnights of debauchery
morbid meetings with groping fingers
filthy beasts with lying eyes
serpents tongue speaking...
#collaboration
#dark
#gothic #erotic
#gothic #erotic
186 reads
11 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 4:50am
22nd Oct 2024 4:50am
Stained in Spades
Bound by the tides crashing with pains poetic
affliction so many screams haunting obscenity
feeding my demons addicted to pain corroding
my soul with these chains I crave stained in
spades fulfilling my needs spewing my seed
affliction so many screams haunting obscenity
feeding my demons addicted to pain corroding
my soul with these chains I crave stained in
spades fulfilling my needs spewing my seed
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
248 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 00:51am
16th Oct 2024 00:51am
Art of Death
The art of death for lost souls
chasing echoes and halos
a requiem for the harlequin
from the ashes of porcelain
and revelations salvation
giving me an alibi
keeping my dream alive
to meet you on the by and by
chasing echoes and halos
a requiem for the harlequin
from the ashes of porcelain
and revelations salvation
giving me an alibi
keeping my dream alive
to meet you on the by and by
#death
#gothic
#philosophical
163 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 7:37pm
12th Oct 2024 7:37pm
Haunting Smoked Eyes
With haunting smoked eyes looking into my soul
of moonless shadow, hollow, dark, and cold
as we waltz in silence intuned to the grave
lips beguiled throughout eternity's shade
whispering serenade a haunting tune
beneath the cello, a macabre ghostly moon
inscribed in the dark earthenware scrolls
with haunting smoked eyes looking into my soul
of moonless shadow, hollow, dark, and cold
as we waltz in silence intuned to the grave
lips beguiled throughout eternity's shade
whispering serenade a haunting tune
beneath the cello, a macabre ghostly moon
inscribed in the dark earthenware scrolls
with haunting smoked eyes looking into my soul
#dark
#gothic
147 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 3:04pm
10th Oct 2024 3:04pm
Tortured Souls
I have felt lonely of graves "unknown"
tortured souls of wars and the dethroned
and the unforgiven who have sinned
listening to the winds, whisper, "Repent"
without shackles and chains or lonely graves
tortured souls of wars and the dethroned
and the unforgiven who have sinned
listening to the winds, whisper, "Repent"
without shackles and chains or lonely graves
#dark
#gothic
#loneliness
194 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 2:22pm
4th Oct 2024 2:22pm
Funky Cold Medina - with Everavalon
On a lonely street of buckling cobblestones, time has passed by. An elderly lady moves into an old Victorian-style home across the street from an abandoned cemetery overgrown with weeds and shadows of dark clouds overhead echoing a muted pendulum as if thunder with strep throat and the trees shorn of leaves were suffering from gout. Approaching the house, she could sense that the house resented her company. With every step, the house screamed from the bottom of its throat. She thought the house, her Funky Cold Medina, aphrodisiac. a gothic order of nuns teaching the dead. The dead, the voices...
#collaboration
#dark
#gothic
#horror
#scary
260 reads
8 Comments
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