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
18th Dec 2024 10:01pm
18th Dec 2024 10:01pm
Naked Necrophilia
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 11:19pm
7th Dec 2024 11:19pm
Orgy of Corpses
Nihilism's dark orgy of corpses in the cremation of
romanticism leaving the puffy widow free, huffing
the shadow, lusting the venom at the hairline of
Rogaine in the cremation of romanticism and
swollen thighs, dripping nausea of decadent
obscenity for the greenflies debauching the girth
in a dark orgy of corpses
romanticism leaving the puffy widow free, huffing
the shadow, lusting the venom at the hairline of
Rogaine in the cremation of romanticism and
swollen thighs, dripping nausea of decadent
obscenity for the greenflies debauching the girth
in a dark orgy of corpses
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 5:58pm
6th Dec 2024 5:58pm
Covert Narcissist
"Deep is the tool of the fascist fool..."
centurion of the soul's nocturnal rhapsody
Wearing a shadow of insanity into antiquity
from the blood of the usher slowly rising
In the twilight's silence of the harp's cello
with no time to linger on the quill's omission
dripping indigo from the mind of a covert
narcissist...decaying
centurion of the soul's nocturnal rhapsody
Wearing a shadow of insanity into antiquity
from the blood of the usher slowly rising
In the twilight's silence of the harp's cello
with no time to linger on the quill's omission
dripping indigo from the mind of a covert
narcissist...decaying
#dark
#gothic
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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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adagio
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:51pm
5th Dec 2024 1:51pm
Swallowing Porridge
Enclosed, are the bed chamber and archives of
whispered vows, haunting, swallowing porridge
of shattered dreams longing for misery and setting
free the riptides of lusting flesh, lurking in shadows
of the growing dark into the lens of chatoyant eyes
and all the strings, swallowing porridge, enclosed
whispered vows, haunting, swallowing porridge
of shattered dreams longing for misery and setting
free the riptides of lusting flesh, lurking in shadows
of the growing dark into the lens of chatoyant eyes
and all the strings, swallowing porridge, enclosed
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 1:30am
4th Dec 2024 1:30am
Silence Lies Unbroken - with Everavalon
From the wrought iron, I'll be clinging
for your love, I told you so
But I can feel the storms gathering
of the rains in the derelict howling wind
and Cajuns of caroling sins
And still, the silence lies unbroken
neath the stone's heart of omens
But it's best if I can bleed you
of your dreadful shenanigans
Beneath this old gothic stone
As if the teapot is steaming
I can touch the acid stains
With a smile upon the pane
From the wrought iron, I'll be clinging
The...
for your love, I told you so
But I can feel the storms gathering
of the rains in the derelict howling wind
and Cajuns of caroling sins
And still, the silence lies unbroken
neath the stone's heart of omens
But it's best if I can bleed you
of your dreadful shenanigans
Beneath this old gothic stone
As if the teapot is steaming
I can touch the acid stains
With a smile upon the pane
From the wrought iron, I'll be clinging
The...
#collaboration
#erotic
#gothic #lust
#gothic #lust
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adagio
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 3:51pm
1st Dec 2024 3:51pm
For the Ribeye
For the ribeye of her soul and the rapture of
adrenaline's tears and honey, dripping cognac
from the fig tree of her loins for the coat hook
of my sperm and the chatoyant of my eyes
In the widow's deep sleep essentially bled
of her haiku arched in pleasure as my tongue
lust for the ribeye of her soul
adrenaline's tears and honey, dripping cognac
from the fig tree of her loins for the coat hook
of my sperm and the chatoyant of my eyes
In the widow's deep sleep essentially bled
of her haiku arched in pleasure as my tongue
lust for the ribeye of her soul
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:25pm
30th Nov 2024 1:25pm
Empty Flagons
With an empty flagon of the grog's misery embracing
the dusk as the shadows linger with syllables of love
Where angels are souls and the flesh is cold and
the beast within you silences the head. As my quill
becomes the guillotine whispering anonymously
unfed. My fornicating tongue awakes, under
the canopy of the master's hand unreeling the
soul on the twilight's shoals. Throbbing where
the flesh is blood in the troughs womb with
an empty flagon of the grog's misery
pulsing the evening's night
the dusk as the shadows linger with syllables of love
Where angels are souls and the flesh is cold and
the beast within you silences the head. As my quill
becomes the guillotine whispering anonymously
unfed. My fornicating tongue awakes, under
the canopy of the master's hand unreeling the
soul on the twilight's shoals. Throbbing where
the flesh is blood in the troughs womb with
an empty flagon of the grog's misery
pulsing the evening's night
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 1:23pm
28th Nov 2024 1:23pm
Suffocating Pendulum
Conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
in shadows of Autumn leaves of decadent seas
antiques and curios neath pastel starry climes
Suffocating pendulum of burning hemorrhaging
as the jester brushes in shadows of silent hush
conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
in shadows of Autumn leaves of decadent seas
antiques and curios neath pastel starry climes
Suffocating pendulum of burning hemorrhaging
as the jester brushes in shadows of silent hush
conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 9:57pm
27th Nov 2024 9:57pm
Honey, I'm Home
In a catharsis of altered voices suffering within
what came first, the chicken or caffeine
in my mind's symphony of chaos in torrents
and blood hemorrhaging from my pen's catheter
embracing my flesh with the unfiltered cocaine
insanity arising like molten lava from my demise
enigma brooding the emphasis of thunder
by the deacons of decadent devoured souls
of ecstasy in an empty room hemorrhaging
to empty shadows of unfiltered cocaine
listening to a Code Red of Asylum Blues
as the chicken crossed the road before caffeine ...
what came first, the chicken or caffeine
in my mind's symphony of chaos in torrents
and blood hemorrhaging from my pen's catheter
embracing my flesh with the unfiltered cocaine
insanity arising like molten lava from my demise
enigma brooding the emphasis of thunder
by the deacons of decadent devoured souls
of ecstasy in an empty room hemorrhaging
to empty shadows of unfiltered cocaine
listening to a Code Red of Asylum Blues
as the chicken crossed the road before caffeine ...
#dark
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 6:09pm
25th Nov 2024 6:09pm
Oughts of Anesthesia
The oughts of anesthesia in dreams haunting
the essence of your bones chassis and flesh
soaked in brine marinating in scented wicks
of immortal eureka hydrating the peach
lost in intoxication the oughts of anesthesia
dripping...code Red in scented wicks
the essence of your bones chassis and flesh
soaked in brine marinating in scented wicks
of immortal eureka hydrating the peach
lost in intoxication the oughts of anesthesia
dripping...code Red in scented wicks
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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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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