Gothic Poems
#gothic
Gothic poems, a genre of dark and atmospheric poetry, which may feature elements of romance and beauty. Gothic poetry often includes themes of darkness, shadows, night and death, and may be related to goth subculture.
SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:07pm
Yesterday 6:07pm
Exit 31 (a poker game for your manor of death)
Why has Death been creepin’ close,
injecting love with Reaper’s Dose,
and dealing Morbid’s drug of gloom?
Because Death gambles, for our doom.
They whisper cause from cryptic lips,
as names appear on bone made chips.
With bet of age or . . . severed limb,
the stakes are raised as candles dim.
By Hoyle Rules, the hand is fate,
for whom will be the Boatman’s date.
Will I see the next day’s sun,
or die at exit thirty-one?
The Ace of Blades is...
injecting love with Reaper’s Dose,
and dealing Morbid’s drug of gloom?
Because Death gambles, for our doom.
They whisper cause from cryptic lips,
as names appear on bone made chips.
With bet of age or . . . severed limb,
the stakes are raised as candles dim.
By Hoyle Rules, the hand is fate,
for whom will be the Boatman’s date.
Will I see the next day’s sun,
or die at exit thirty-one?
The Ace of Blades is...
#dark
#death
#gothic #scary
#gothic #scary
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adagio
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 00:44am
3rd Mar 2025 00:44am
Becoming the Hunter
Breathless self of obsession between chaos
and satisfaction arousing senses over
coming the fears, warming pearls slipping
naked into bed feeling the burn of obsession
and the silence of the wings caressing my
thighs, becoming the hunter
and satisfaction arousing senses over
coming the fears, warming pearls slipping
naked into bed feeling the burn of obsession
and the silence of the wings caressing my
thighs, becoming the hunter
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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SeanAbbey
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 2:39pm
26th Feb 2025 2:39pm
Madness
In his mind, portmanteau
a colder road than silhouette
once ecstasy now a stone
onto a different street
a colder road than silhouette
once ecstasy now a stone
onto a different street
#dark
#gothic
134 reads
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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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VirusofLife
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 5:09pm
23rd Feb 2025 5:09pm
Corpse Flower
This putrescent bouquet,
Molts petals from its beauty
Dullen colors once vibrant,
Now sullen and drained of vibrancy,
Caught in the umbral,
Everything ends and as I -
Grasp the last thorny stem,
I lay upon the marble slate moribund.
Take grasp of my cadaverous hand,
Hold me in trepidation, but don’t falter
Bite your flesh until the wine spills,
Little rivers pooling like ruby lipstick
Now kiss me, parasitic, I feed
And once renewed,
I’ll return to you,
A flower in blossom once again.
Molts petals from its beauty
Dullen colors once vibrant,
Now sullen and drained of vibrancy,
Caught in the umbral,
Everything ends and as I -
Grasp the last thorny stem,
I lay upon the marble slate moribund.
Take grasp of my cadaverous hand,
Hold me in trepidation, but don’t falter
Bite your flesh until the wine spills,
Little rivers pooling like ruby lipstick
Now kiss me, parasitic, I feed
And once renewed,
I’ll return to you,
A flower in blossom once again.
#dark
#FreeVerse
#gothic
#romantic
#vampires
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adagio
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 9:15pm
21st Feb 2025 9:15pm
Hubris
The quo of insomnia haunting memories of lost souls
of insanity's melody echoing the howling winds choir
dripping the embryos of gothic chore, reaching the
shoals of the living dead's chaos that run down the
spine of the silence aligned in a caravan with a
taste of a thousand orgasms oozing from the plums
hunting memories of decaying lost souls
of insanity's melody echoing the howling winds choir
dripping the embryos of gothic chore, reaching the
shoals of the living dead's chaos that run down the
spine of the silence aligned in a caravan with a
taste of a thousand orgasms oozing from the plums
hunting memories of decaying lost souls
#dark
#gothic
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 1:06am
21st Feb 2025 1:06am
Gothic Angel
Gothic Angel
Gothic angel in leather pants
That gleam like moonlight on a black cat
On a cobblestone street in Prague
Flexing her feline muscles at midnight
As the torchlight of her eyes
Takes me into the deeper mysteries
Of her darkly lit arts
When she leads me
Out of the dungeon of my fears
Into the freedom of a raven taking wing
From the skeleton of a winter tree
Gothic angel in leather pants
That gleam like moonlight on a black cat
On a cobblestone street in Prague
Flexing her feline muscles at midnight
As the torchlight of her eyes
Takes me into the deeper mysteries
Of her darkly lit arts
When she leads me
Out of the dungeon of my fears
Into the freedom of a raven taking wing
From the skeleton of a winter tree
#freedom
#gothic
#mystery #sensual
#mystery #sensual
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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
111 reads
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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
174 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:33am
6th Feb 2025 3:33am
Feline On the Prowl
Feline On the Prowl
Her face decorated for Samhain
With feline whiskers and ears
Whose lipstick is a Gothic smirk
Painted in red and black shades of midnight
When the witching hour
Turns into the inner cat
Of a woman morphed
Into a purring succubus
With one cheek painted in the white
Of a Japanese Geisha
And the other pink with her natural complexion
As she gazes from eyes
That have known the dark corners of the city
Where her black sheen shimmers in...
Her face decorated for Samhain
With feline whiskers and ears
Whose lipstick is a Gothic smirk
Painted in red and black shades of midnight
When the witching hour
Turns into the inner cat
Of a woman morphed
Into a purring succubus
With one cheek painted in the white
Of a Japanese Geisha
And the other pink with her natural complexion
As she gazes from eyes
That have known the dark corners of the city
Where her black sheen shimmers in...
#cats
#gothic
#Halloween
#seductive
#women
104 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 5:28pm
1st Feb 2025 5:28pm
Hungerin' for Blod
Haunted strings of twisted dreams
testifying with ensemble twisted heart
in a dialogue of the twisted dead
But one not be a chamber to be haunted
in a house of corridors and echoes
of twisted fowls "hungerin' for blod"
Striking the chord of insanity hanging
in naked effigy's chamber of mirrors
testifying with ensemble twisted heart
in a dialogue of the twisted dead
But one not be a chamber to be haunted
in a house of corridors and echoes
of twisted fowls "hungerin' for blod"
Striking the chord of insanity hanging
in naked effigy's chamber of mirrors
#dark
#gothic
#horror
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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
180 reads
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