Gothic Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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gothic seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Ravenskraft
Poem Published
18th May 2024 2:17pm
18th May 2024 2:17pm
Night of the Chainsaw by F.D.Ravenskraft
Night of the Chainsaw
by F.D.Ravenskraft
take a chill into the dark carnival
where evil lurks into the abyss
the clown is out to play
to kill anything that walks
the night of the chainsaw bliss
nothing more than a bloody reminisce
by any means necessary
every killer has a score
to create a freakshow galore
the streets are the badlands
every night is a clown purge
flawless victory
endless sympathy
that the jesters are out to collect bodies
we are the souls of spiders
and the...
by F.D.Ravenskraft
take a chill into the dark carnival
where evil lurks into the abyss
the clown is out to play
to kill anything that walks
the night of the chainsaw bliss
nothing more than a bloody reminisce
by any means necessary
every killer has a score
to create a freakshow galore
the streets are the badlands
every night is a clown purge
flawless victory
endless sympathy
that the jesters are out to collect bodies
we are the souls of spiders
and the...
#gothic
#scary
#tragedy
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Ravenskraft
Poem Published
18th May 2024 2:11pm
18th May 2024 2:11pm
Olde Corpses Road by FD Ravenskraft
Olde Corpses Road
By FD Ravenskraft
The road where the corpse
Lead and follow their last ride
Into the midst of life's kiss
Finally done.
But undone onto the misty dirt roads
Piled with corpse and bones
As these roads sing their revival song
Unsung by the heavens
As hell beats the Hades drums
Within the rising sun
Coming close to morning
They fade into the morning dawn
To prepare for the next dreary song
During the nights of long testimony
The cunning on the misty roads of grasping ends
Upon the...
By FD Ravenskraft
The road where the corpse
Lead and follow their last ride
Into the midst of life's kiss
Finally done.
But undone onto the misty dirt roads
Piled with corpse and bones
As these roads sing their revival song
Unsung by the heavens
As hell beats the Hades drums
Within the rising sun
Coming close to morning
They fade into the morning dawn
To prepare for the next dreary song
During the nights of long testimony
The cunning on the misty roads of grasping ends
Upon the...
#gothic
#romantic
#scary #tragedy
#scary #tragedy
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Ravenskraft
Poem Published
17th May 2024 12:45pm
17th May 2024 12:45pm
Dark chest of Wonders by F.D.Ravenskraft
i was walking towards the dead lands
and came across a well dried up
and lost from the moist without water for so long
and a foul smell came from it was the grasp of Death
an old musty odor from long ago
and was a chest placed by a dead child
that was murdered in cold blood
he grabs the chest and climb out
and ran home to open it
but was afraid to because of the voice of the child
who speaks in riddles
don't take my heart out
Let my heart be
As I beg of you
To leave me be
as the voice screams
he opens and the...
and came across a well dried up
and lost from the moist without water for so long
and a foul smell came from it was the grasp of Death
an old musty odor from long ago
and was a chest placed by a dead child
that was murdered in cold blood
he grabs the chest and climb out
and ran home to open it
but was afraid to because of the voice of the child
who speaks in riddles
don't take my heart out
Let my heart be
As I beg of you
To leave me be
as the voice screams
he opens and the...
#death
#gothic
#mystery
#scary
#tragedy
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Ravenskraft
Poem Published
17th May 2024 12:41pm
17th May 2024 12:41pm
The Legend of Sweet Milk by FD Ravenskraft
A Night like no other
Spending time with my old mother
Cooking and baking his favorite dishes
Greens and Cornbread.
Tis Tis Tis. Let's reminisce
This Glistening tale of a man that went
From a good boy into brutal hell
His last meal with old momma
Knowingly that something is coming
Shadows of reality
That dress is so real.
But out to kill her. The Goons of Summerville
Coming to take momma away
And beat him and scar his face
Because his old mother was the wrong race
That night the cornbread burnt
To find my...
Spending time with my old mother
Cooking and baking his favorite dishes
Greens and Cornbread.
Tis Tis Tis. Let's reminisce
This Glistening tale of a man that went
From a good boy into brutal hell
His last meal with old momma
Knowingly that something is coming
Shadows of reality
That dress is so real.
But out to kill her. The Goons of Summerville
Coming to take momma away
And beat him and scar his face
Because his old mother was the wrong race
That night the cornbread burnt
To find my...
#gothic
#scary
#tragedy
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deadwolf
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 8:52am
26th Apr 2024 8:52am
Untitled write #14
``~~~...~~~```
I have a grievance,
a greave status with you woman
An you don’t let me fix it,
You do not let me correct the situation
What happens when a wound is not addressed
It festers
It burns
Just like that chair that I sit on
That is cancerous, an makes me sick
With infection, boils and wounds
And I just have to take it
Smiling
Until I explode
And all is driven mad
And all is destroyed by wrath before me;
`~,,~`
In the death of you...
In the death of you my love,
Into your shadow I would...
I have a grievance,
a greave status with you woman
An you don’t let me fix it,
You do not let me correct the situation
What happens when a wound is not addressed
It festers
It burns
Just like that chair that I sit on
That is cancerous, an makes me sick
With infection, boils and wounds
And I just have to take it
Smiling
Until I explode
And all is driven mad
And all is destroyed by wrath before me;
`~,,~`
In the death of you...
In the death of you my love,
Into your shadow I would...
#anger
#gothic
#love #prose
#love #prose
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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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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
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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
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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
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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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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
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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
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