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.
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
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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
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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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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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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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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 10:17pm
27th Oct 2024 10:17pm
dire
perfectly excuted misery
perpetrated on my loneliness
oh dire day take your leave
deeply steeped in reverie, I am sadly absent
my beloved hope please shine on me
take the pain from sorrow and make me a believer
guilty silence in happiness's stead
I am dour
relieve the feelings in loneliness keep
and give me succor
oh malady of ill intent
release your grip so I may smile
emptiness of thought
darkness glow, so captivating
should I invite it in
and take leave of my senses?
hurting faith...
perpetrated on my loneliness
oh dire day take your leave
deeply steeped in reverie, I am sadly absent
my beloved hope please shine on me
take the pain from sorrow and make me a believer
guilty silence in happiness's stead
I am dour
relieve the feelings in loneliness keep
and give me succor
oh malady of ill intent
release your grip so I may smile
emptiness of thought
darkness glow, so captivating
should I invite it in
and take leave of my senses?
hurting faith...
#dark
#gothic
165 reads
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darkburden
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:08am
26th Oct 2024 4:08am
Distraction
She is, the kind of distraction,
I didn’t know I needed,
I… Follow her… Everywhere… Now;
Bet she tastes good,
She has too,
I would be SO disappointed now,
If she didn’t,
and would need yet,
Another, how shall we say it,
Distraction,
From my work,
That which I was born into this world
…To do…
I didn’t know I needed,
I… Follow her… Everywhere… Now;
Bet she tastes good,
She has too,
I would be SO disappointed now,
If she didn’t,
and would need yet,
Another, how shall we say it,
Distraction,
From my work,
That which I was born into this world
…To do…
#dark
#fate
#gothic
#narrative
#obsession
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 9:03pm
20th Oct 2024 9:03pm
easy now...
Darkly ushers me closer
bidden to come forth I do with hesitation
beings of foreboding are recognized cavorting
with limericks dripping in satirical wit
wry with irony He doesn't speak anything else
if not sarcastic why bother
dripping of sinful trust
seeking fulfillment assaults the senses
a minute of sensitivity
blushing that he has entered my humility
tenderly, surprising enough
perhaps I have been missed
still, I pause, is this trickery dickery or not?
the spirits open the doors of...
bidden to come forth I do with hesitation
beings of foreboding are recognized cavorting
with limericks dripping in satirical wit
wry with irony He doesn't speak anything else
if not sarcastic why bother
dripping of sinful trust
seeking fulfillment assaults the senses
a minute of sensitivity
blushing that he has entered my humility
tenderly, surprising enough
perhaps I have been missed
still, I pause, is this trickery dickery or not?
the spirits open the doors of...
#gothic
#love
155 reads
7 Comments
darkburden
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 1:27am
14th Oct 2024 1:27am
Fantasy of Want
I love it, to hear them suffer
Cause that shit is true
They aint faking it
No, they are living it
They are taking it, every damn moment of it
and are involuntarily reacting to it
They feel it, see it, smell it, taste it,
They are in my world
And here, I rule with an iron fist
God, it turns me on so
In heat and rain,
Alone with friends
It matters little
I have the strength
Strength to make my fantasy of want take its course
Cause that shit is true
They aint faking it
No, they are living it
They are taking it, every damn moment of it
and are involuntarily reacting to it
They feel it, see it, smell it, taste it,
They are in my world
And here, I rule with an iron fist
God, it turns me on so
In heat and rain,
Alone with friends
It matters little
I have the strength
Strength to make my fantasy of want take its course
#gothic
#narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 10:05am
11th Oct 2024 10:05am
The Thing That Dances
The wind doth howl, the night is long
A shadow stirs, a twisted song
In hollow fields, where none may tread
A shape doth dance amongst the dead
Its limbs are thin, its form unclear
It moves with grace that none draw near
No voice it hath, nor breath, nor cry
Yet still it weaves beneath the sky
The moon doth weep, the stars grow cold
As ancient steps and tales unfold
For in the dark, beyond the eye
It twirls and turns, though none know why
What doom it brings, what curse it bears
Is hid beneath the midnight airs...
A shadow stirs, a twisted song
In hollow fields, where none may tread
A shape doth dance amongst the dead
Its limbs are thin, its form unclear
It moves with grace that none draw near
No voice it hath, nor breath, nor cry
Yet still it weaves beneath the sky
The moon doth weep, the stars grow cold
As ancient steps and tales unfold
For in the dark, beyond the eye
It twirls and turns, though none know why
What doom it brings, what curse it bears
Is hid beneath the midnight airs...
#dance
#dark
#gothic #rhyming
#gothic #rhyming
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 1:14pm
1st Oct 2024 1:14pm
Wake Up And Smell The Breeze
Some reality, is really ironic
the truth is left on the brink
shadows and twilights emerge
there's only vanity to summarize
Poetry praising ego and libido
inked whims melt in the alter ego
they only smell of dirty stench
an empty soul will never quench
Self-centered attention stressed
the hopes for escaping repressed
introvert, shut in from reality
opposed symptoms of double personality
Insomnia and hallucinating...
the truth is left on the brink
shadows and twilights emerge
there's only vanity to summarize
Poetry praising ego and libido
inked whims melt in the alter ego
they only smell of dirty stench
an empty soul will never quench
Self-centered attention stressed
the hopes for escaping repressed
introvert, shut in from reality
opposed symptoms of double personality
Insomnia and hallucinating...
#deception
#gothic
#misunderstood
#transgender
#vulnerability
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5 Comments
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