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.
adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 2:05pm
25th Nov 2024 2:05pm
Droops the Weary
Where droops the weary in somber threads
and corroded porous swollen crimson gown
neath headstone pillars where canines piss
in this bottomless hole fenced with poles
now decadent flesh in a torn veil hanging
flagellation that drips like death's harvest
where droops the weary in somber threads
and corroded porous swollen crimson gown
neath headstone pillars where canines piss
in this bottomless hole fenced with poles
now decadent flesh in a torn veil hanging
flagellation that drips like death's harvest
where droops the weary in somber threads
#dark
#gothic
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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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
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 10:15am
6th Nov 2024 10:15am
Up On Castles High
Upon the jagged peak it stands
A keep of dark, forbidden dread
Not wrought by mortal minds or hands
But gods long cursed and left for dead
Its towers scrape the ashen skies
In shadows veiled, unblessed by light
Here numbers breathe, and symbols rise
To twist the stars in dreadful rite
Nine pillars hold that cryptic place
And seven gates of rusted woe
Through thirteen paths, in jagged trace
The lost and damned are bade to go
O faithless spires, accursed throne
Where demons tremble, saints despair
Their...
A keep of dark, forbidden dread
Not wrought by mortal minds or hands
But gods long cursed and left for dead
Its towers scrape the ashen skies
In shadows veiled, unblessed by light
Here numbers breathe, and symbols rise
To twist the stars in dreadful rite
Nine pillars hold that cryptic place
And seven gates of rusted woe
Through thirteen paths, in jagged trace
The lost and damned are bade to go
O faithless spires, accursed throne
Where demons tremble, saints despair
Their...
#dark
#death
#evil
#gothic
#rhyming
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 1:18am
5th Nov 2024 1:18am
dead end
night falls on me, bastard of the dawn
in the gloaming mist, frail and pale
ravenous midnight, hunt me
the moon howl and I felt the cur at my heels
silently seeking my demise
curdled cries broke the quiet
running for my life, while evil drink in the scene
darkness cavorted, eating my fear
tiny hairs stand on end,
I could sense the malevolence on the air
interested darklings smirk
while I seek a hiding place
demons out for destruction reek havoc
I felt my doom upon my head
as the morn crashed in on me, offering...
in the gloaming mist, frail and pale
ravenous midnight, hunt me
the moon howl and I felt the cur at my heels
silently seeking my demise
curdled cries broke the quiet
running for my life, while evil drink in the scene
darkness cavorted, eating my fear
tiny hairs stand on end,
I could sense the malevolence on the air
interested darklings smirk
while I seek a hiding place
demons out for destruction reek havoc
I felt my doom upon my head
as the morn crashed in on me, offering...
#dark
#gothic
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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
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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
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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
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