Gothic Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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gothic seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
afinestranger
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 5:15pm
13th Apr 2024 5:15pm
Poor thing, Clara, she was the perfect child
But sin is an effort to gain the ecstasy and the
knowledge that pertain alone to angels and in
making this effort man becomes a demon.” (Arthur Machen, 1904)
Poor thing, Clara, she was the perfect child.
The old bathroom is stripped down to the bone,
The prettiest skirts, and her little scraped-up knees,
only broken tiles and cobwebs remaining.
AND her infectious smile. Oh, what a shame.
The yellow stain where an imported
The losses we suffer in times like these.
marble vanity probably used to be.
She...
knowledge that pertain alone to angels and in
making this effort man becomes a demon.” (Arthur Machen, 1904)
Poor thing, Clara, she was the perfect child.
The old bathroom is stripped down to the bone,
The prettiest skirts, and her little scraped-up knees,
only broken tiles and cobwebs remaining.
AND her infectious smile. Oh, what a shame.
The yellow stain where an imported
The losses we suffer in times like these.
marble vanity probably used to be.
She...
#gothic
#ghosts
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5 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
Random Ramblins #13
3:33AM
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
51 reads
1 Comment
deadwolf
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 6:02am
12th Apr 2024 6:02am
Random Ramblins #12 ~ Window at night
Sittin here, at mine window at night,
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
40 reads
1 Comment
deadwolf
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 00:17am
10th Apr 2024 00:17am
Wretched Spirit
I once held a woman in my heart,
She was so beautiful, and yet so tragic,
Lo’, do I still weep for her, when the tears come,
~O, Wretched spirit that I am,
I once took innocence by mine hand,
For, my Lovely One is just like me,
Save she is beautiful- in varying degrees
And so I insulted her
To ruin what I might have be
And sank back down
into rotted earth
- In lamentations of my birth –
`~,,~`
She was so beautiful, and yet so tragic,
Lo’, do I still weep for her, when the tears come,
~O, Wretched spirit that I am,
I once took innocence by mine hand,
For, my Lovely One is just like me,
Save she is beautiful- in varying degrees
And so I insulted her
To ruin what I might have be
And sank back down
into rotted earth
- In lamentations of my birth –
`~,,~`
#love
#gothic
79 reads
5 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 10:43pm
6th Apr 2024 10:43pm
The bridge
The bridge where I died is a beautiful place,
Both serendipitous and horrible,
But also tranquil and calm, oh how it once soothed me,
It is where this boy met a girl, neath a late October sky;
Where you held the hands inside me,
Fading into me… reforming me into a new creature
The only one who saw light in my darkness,
When this boy manned up, getting down on one knee
One November evening,
It is where she said yes,
I was amazed thatshe said yes…To me,
Looking at the dawn, & listening to the rain,
Watching the wind...
Both serendipitous and horrible,
But also tranquil and calm, oh how it once soothed me,
It is where this boy met a girl, neath a late October sky;
Where you held the hands inside me,
Fading into me… reforming me into a new creature
The only one who saw light in my darkness,
When this boy manned up, getting down on one knee
One November evening,
It is where she said yes,
I was amazed thatshe said yes…To me,
Looking at the dawn, & listening to the rain,
Watching the wind...
#love
#dark
#gothic
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1 Comment
deadwolf
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 5:39am
6th Apr 2024 5:39am
Untitled#10
Virtual future visions, dreamt of in a past,
Synchronized dreaming, often enough I can see others thoughts and speak
Often nough dreams are visions that are come to pass,
Leaving me in awe, always in awe,
And like a vine, the system spreads,
Swallowing whole its architects and one out of every four,
Rising up,
The wild City Vines of their system,
¼ the trees, waters and life, the hunters are out searching…
Waters risen in massive tides, coming from the west over Arizona mountains,
volcanic eruptions seen from every mountain range, flowing hot...
Synchronized dreaming, often enough I can see others thoughts and speak
Often nough dreams are visions that are come to pass,
Leaving me in awe, always in awe,
And like a vine, the system spreads,
Swallowing whole its architects and one out of every four,
Rising up,
The wild City Vines of their system,
¼ the trees, waters and life, the hunters are out searching…
Waters risen in massive tides, coming from the west over Arizona mountains,
volcanic eruptions seen from every mountain range, flowing hot...
#gothic
91 reads
4 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 1:52pm
5th Apr 2024 1:52pm
Untitled 3 minute write#2
``~~~…~~~```
Stanzas cascading down
words & structures formin
That this simple man doesn’t understand
Besides me today,
As I lay here,
Formless an torn,
broken into dust
blowin out on the wind
```~~~… …~~~```
I been told
every mans heart
grows cold
His mind gradually dark,
I know I let you down again… sweet darlin’s…
I am still fallin
breathless & torn,
formless,
Here, in mine Sagittarius December,
```~~… … …~~~```
Stanzas cascading down
words & structures formin
That this simple man doesn’t understand
Besides me today,
As I lay here,
Formless an torn,
broken into dust
blowin out on the wind
```~~~… …~~~```
I been told
every mans heart
grows cold
His mind gradually dark,
I know I let you down again… sweet darlin’s…
I am still fallin
breathless & torn,
formless,
Here, in mine Sagittarius December,
```~~… … …~~~```
#love
#gothic
81 reads
1 Comment
deadwolf
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 1:30pm
5th Apr 2024 1:30pm
Midnight Ramblins#10
Why do I make her cry
When I’m the son of o’ Bitch
Why wont I
Take mine happy pills
To Help calm
Mine irritated mind
The scales of the scorpion
are tough, an run dry
In mine Sagittarius eye
I need to hear
The sounds of her tears
To recognize the pain in me
I can change,
I can change, I can change
When I’m the son of o’ Bitch
Why wont I
Take mine happy pills
To Help calm
Mine irritated mind
The scales of the scorpion
are tough, an run dry
In mine Sagittarius eye
I need to hear
The sounds of her tears
To recognize the pain in me
I can change,
I can change, I can change
#gothic
62 reads
2 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 7:53am
26th Mar 2024 7:53am
Hunting of the evil and downtrodden II;
``~~~…~~~```
My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Completely;
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon...
My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Completely;
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon...
#dark
#gothic
102 reads
2 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 00:46am
26th Mar 2024 00:46am
How Much
I aint no wanted man,
but,
How relentless does one have to be,
before the crows and the wolves
take your place
How much can gentle eyes see
till they grow cold
How much, does one have to suffer,
Before they can be a great writer
How much pills for depression can one take
before they are comfortabley numb
an can no longer function,
Play guitar, draw, or write anymore
Till the artist in one
suffers, & gradually dies
a slow, an painful death
but,
How relentless does one have to be,
before the crows and the wolves
take your place
How much can gentle eyes see
till they grow cold
How much, does one have to suffer,
Before they can be a great writer
How much pills for depression can one take
before they are comfortabley numb
an can no longer function,
Play guitar, draw, or write anymore
Till the artist in one
suffers, & gradually dies
a slow, an painful death
#gothic
120 reads
7 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 6:43am
24th Mar 2024 6:43am
Lay me down;
``~~~…~~~```
Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
```~~~… …~~~``` ...
Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
```~~~… …~~~``` ...
#gothic
#death
#peace
77 reads
6 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 7:41pm
20th Mar 2024 7:41pm
Tomorrows Sun
The weightlessness of thought
can actually be heavy
for a body ill an in pain,
Weighing the math
of yesterday & today
what does that equal for tomorrow
shall the sun also rise without me
If so, if so
and if it does
look for me in the rainbow
after the sky sheds her tears
In the name of things that might of been
can actually be heavy
for a body ill an in pain,
Weighing the math
of yesterday & today
what does that equal for tomorrow
shall the sun also rise without me
If so, if so
and if it does
look for me in the rainbow
after the sky sheds her tears
In the name of things that might of been
#gothic
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