Gothic Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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gothic seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
NP_NP
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 5:25am
24th Feb 2025 5:25am
The Cauldron
You see, I've always hated the word witch, Shaman, medicine man I never really mind,
but healer now that rolls off the tongue,
sweet as honey, light as breath.
And yet, the record spins again,
Lana’s voice calling the Season of the Witch,
over and over, an old vinyl whisper,
crackling like firelight in the dark.
They all think they’re different—
but they’re all the same.
Just words shifting shape,
just names draped in different robes.
I used to dream of flying,
too bad I can’t.
But I...
but healer now that rolls off the tongue,
sweet as honey, light as breath.
And yet, the record spins again,
Lana’s voice calling the Season of the Witch,
over and over, an old vinyl whisper,
crackling like firelight in the dark.
They all think they’re different—
but they’re all the same.
Just words shifting shape,
just names draped in different robes.
I used to dream of flying,
too bad I can’t.
But I...
#dark
#gothic
#witches
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NP_NP
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 9:16pm
20th Feb 2025 9:16pm
10 Years
"I don’t want you to hate me," He says
Then she says, “I could never hate you,
You built a strong woman with your insults.
Now I know what I will and won’t put up with.”
You taught me to cook,
How refreshing it is to bake cookies at midnight.
You’re the reason I dance
In the frozen section to music I never knew.
We bonded over our broken pasts,
Both of us screaming childhood screams.
We saw the worst in those
Who were supposed to love us.
Insults echoing in our homes. ...
Then she says, “I could never hate you,
You built a strong woman with your insults.
Now I know what I will and won’t put up with.”
You taught me to cook,
How refreshing it is to bake cookies at midnight.
You’re the reason I dance
In the frozen section to music I never knew.
We bonded over our broken pasts,
Both of us screaming childhood screams.
We saw the worst in those
Who were supposed to love us.
Insults echoing in our homes. ...
#breakup
#dark
#gothic
#love
#sadness
78 reads
1 Comment
NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
Lament Of The Forsaken
In moonlit halls where shadows weep
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
#dark
#death
#gothic
#love
#tragedy
152 reads
3 Comments
karma_Na
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:07am
17th Jan 2025 9:07am
peppa's dead
peppa , a pretty lady
lived in her castle of love
she loved me so she made me
paint red the little dove
peppa, oh so pretty
she wore the crown of laughter
she loved me so much
i obtained the rightful king's daughter
peppa, the sweet-sweet peppa
helped all those in need with life of her own
she loved me so she made me
ruin the night queen's tone
peppa, a pretty white dove
peppa , the rightful kings daughter
peppa, the night queen
peppa the pretty , oh so pretty, so sweet.
peppa the lover, my...
lived in her castle of love
she loved me so she made me
paint red the little dove
peppa, oh so pretty
she wore the crown of laughter
she loved me so much
i obtained the rightful king's daughter
peppa, the sweet-sweet peppa
helped all those in need with life of her own
she loved me so she made me
ruin the night queen's tone
peppa, a pretty white dove
peppa , the rightful kings daughter
peppa, the night queen
peppa the pretty , oh so pretty, so sweet.
peppa the lover, my...
#gothic
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NP_NP
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 5:19pm
12th Jan 2025 5:19pm
Burn
Let me haunt your dreams,
but not in the way you think.
When my face blurs in your sleep,
let longing twist your heart,
a sickness in your chest
you can’t quite shake.
I used to want you,
now I want nothing
but to erase you from my mind,
to assassinate your name
from the echoes of my past.
I don’t have time for distractions,
So, I carve our names
into a black-and-white candle,
a sigil of love and loss.
A red string binds us,
our fates tangled,
woven tight,
as the witches...
but not in the way you think.
When my face blurs in your sleep,
let longing twist your heart,
a sickness in your chest
you can’t quite shake.
I used to want you,
now I want nothing
but to erase you from my mind,
to assassinate your name
from the echoes of my past.
I don’t have time for distractions,
So, I carve our names
into a black-and-white candle,
a sigil of love and loss.
A red string binds us,
our fates tangled,
woven tight,
as the witches...
#dark
#disappointment
#gothic
#horror
#night
153 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
92 reads
0 Comments
imortalone
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 1:51am
5th Jan 2025 1:51am
Hachi Ju Hachi - Mariachi Kobans in Outerspace. imort imo demo tracks - song 2 official lyrics
This is the link to my goth 2024 imort imo demo tracks.
https://open.spotify.com/album/07r9T8cAGHEPbG2eGqGi8p?si=3fxld6myRgSDHcBtcb-pcQ
My Hyper follow
https://hyperfollow.com/imortalone
Also my Brand New 22 page dragon list
https://ko-fi.com/s/059c907329
Hachi Ju Hachi
By Professor Prestome Ungyobrock
Sodosure Imortalone Hukyuu Shimasho.
A dying punk who never had immortality.
Gensu Dake No issyo Ni. CyberTech Nobas Ta
Personally need 2 be more inhuman
Still falling. Still dying.
Unque...
https://open.spotify.com/album/07r9T8cAGHEPbG2eGqGi8p?si=3fxld6myRgSDHcBtcb-pcQ
My Hyper follow
https://hyperfollow.com/imortalone
Also my Brand New 22 page dragon list
https://ko-fi.com/s/059c907329
Hachi Ju Hachi
By Professor Prestome Ungyobrock
Sodosure Imortalone Hukyuu Shimasho.
A dying punk who never had immortality.
Gensu Dake No issyo Ni. CyberTech Nobas Ta
Personally need 2 be more inhuman
Still falling. Still dying.
Unque...
#culture
#gothic
#inspirational
#scifi
#universe
68 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 7:35pm
3rd Jan 2025 7:35pm
Bloody Spires
The shadowed spires that pierce the gloom
Midnight’s veil doth shroud the trembling earth
Lords of blood with vengeance sealed in doom
Engage in rites that scorn their noble birth
Their rapiers glint with cruel and fleeting light
Each thrust a dirge, each parry fate’s cruel jest
The winds do howl the heavens mourn their plight
As blades find flesh and rage consumes the breast
“Have at thee, cur!” the elder cries in wrath
His voice a thunder on the still, cold air
“For honor’s stain, thou shalt not leave this path
Thy life...
Midnight’s veil doth shroud the trembling earth
Lords of blood with vengeance sealed in doom
Engage in rites that scorn their noble birth
Their rapiers glint with cruel and fleeting light
Each thrust a dirge, each parry fate’s cruel jest
The winds do howl the heavens mourn their plight
As blades find flesh and rage consumes the breast
“Have at thee, cur!” the elder cries in wrath
His voice a thunder on the still, cold air
“For honor’s stain, thou shalt not leave this path
Thy life...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#gothic
#revenge
100 reads
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 4:07am
1st Jan 2025 4:07am
enough
surrender to my sex
the flesh peaking at you
a blush, an invitation
seeking your attention
seeping juices, my body responds to your look
full of disdain, you hate I make you feel something
don't feel bad that's my seduction
you will crave my taste
an addiction it's not a weakness this is supernatural
playing out desire
my body will reach out to you
caress your aura without hands
it's a real heavy feeling
eyes flash and a stoic look pins me to the moment
you tell me honey don't but I can't...
the flesh peaking at you
a blush, an invitation
seeking your attention
seeping juices, my body responds to your look
full of disdain, you hate I make you feel something
don't feel bad that's my seduction
you will crave my taste
an addiction it's not a weakness this is supernatural
playing out desire
my body will reach out to you
caress your aura without hands
it's a real heavy feeling
eyes flash and a stoic look pins me to the moment
you tell me honey don't but I can't...
#gothic
#lust
160 reads
5 Comments
Bsp4444
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 2:19pm
5th Dec 2024 2:19pm
The Witches Coven
The evil once needed is once again,
in the realm of magic there is no sin.
When long ago the life of a child
could be sacrificed to a group of wild
and ravenous witches of the coven.
The coven needs, the coven desires
And the sacrifice requires the fires
to release the power of the child within,
this ancient practice must begin again.
The hunt, the capture and of course, the kill
Provides the coven their euphoric thrill.
Their thirst for power only brings
The hunger for more hellish things.
So, children roaming anywhere,
be...
in the realm of magic there is no sin.
When long ago the life of a child
could be sacrificed to a group of wild
and ravenous witches of the coven.
The coven needs, the coven desires
And the sacrifice requires the fires
to release the power of the child within,
this ancient practice must begin again.
The hunt, the capture and of course, the kill
Provides the coven their euphoric thrill.
Their thirst for power only brings
The hunger for more hellish things.
So, children roaming anywhere,
be...
#dark
#evil
#gothic
94 reads
0 Comments
DrunkenWolf
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 00:54am
24th Nov 2024 00:54am
Once Before
Laying naked by black river sides,
Visions of insanity coming by
Cascading off the walls
Dirty witch on down the halls,
Spinning in silent might
She sees in eyeless sight
Electricity that can’t be seen,
Liquid light burning
Hidden in the night,
Prop me up,
Lo do I say
I am the mountain,
My greatest story’s up for sale,
I am the Mountain,
Rushing down
Along the dark side of the hills,
Find the sleeping suns
I am empty now plus one,
Oh breathless morn
I know you were with me once before,
...
Visions of insanity coming by
Cascading off the walls
Dirty witch on down the halls,
Spinning in silent might
She sees in eyeless sight
Electricity that can’t be seen,
Liquid light burning
Hidden in the night,
Prop me up,
Lo do I say
I am the mountain,
My greatest story’s up for sale,
I am the Mountain,
Rushing down
Along the dark side of the hills,
Find the sleeping suns
I am empty now plus one,
Oh breathless morn
I know you were with me once before,
...
#gothic
#SelfDiscovery
#witches
151 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 1:24pm
13th Nov 2024 1:24pm
What Lurks
Beneath the moon’s cold, frigid light
Where silence reigns and shadows creep
A nameless terror haunts the night
Its form is lost to mortal sight
Its whispers pierce the dreams of sleep
Beneath the moon’s cold, frigid light
It waits beyond the bounds of right
In depths where icy secrets seep
A nameless terror haunts the night
Its breath is frost, its will a blight
Its hunger vast, its voids run deep
Beneath the moon’s cold, frigid light
No prayer can banish, nor flame ignite
The darkness where its tendrils...
Where silence reigns and shadows creep
A nameless terror haunts the night
Its form is lost to mortal sight
Its whispers pierce the dreams of sleep
Beneath the moon’s cold, frigid light
It waits beyond the bounds of right
In depths where icy secrets seep
A nameless terror haunts the night
Its breath is frost, its will a blight
Its hunger vast, its voids run deep
Beneath the moon’s cold, frigid light
No prayer can banish, nor flame ignite
The darkness where its tendrils...
#dark
#evil
#gothic
#horror
#villanelle
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