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.
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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adagio
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 4:50am
22nd Oct 2024 4:50am
Stained in Spades
Bound by the tides crashing with pains poetic
affliction so many screams haunting obscenity
feeding my demons addicted to pain corroding
my soul with these chains I crave stained in
spades fulfilling my needs spewing my seed
affliction so many screams haunting obscenity
feeding my demons addicted to pain corroding
my soul with these chains I crave stained in
spades fulfilling my needs spewing my seed
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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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
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adagio
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 00:51am
16th Oct 2024 00:51am
Art of Death
The art of death for lost souls
chasing echoes and halos
a requiem for the harlequin
from the ashes of porcelain
and revelations salvation
giving me an alibi
keeping my dream alive
to meet you on the by and by
chasing echoes and halos
a requiem for the harlequin
from the ashes of porcelain
and revelations salvation
giving me an alibi
keeping my dream alive
to meet you on the by and by
#death
#gothic
#philosophical
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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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adagio
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 7:37pm
12th Oct 2024 7:37pm
Haunting Smoked Eyes
With haunting smoked eyes looking into my soul
of moonless shadow, hollow, dark, and cold
as we waltz in silence intuned to the grave
lips beguiled throughout eternity's shade
whispering serenade a haunting tune
beneath the cello, a macabre ghostly moon
inscribed in the dark earthenware scrolls
with haunting smoked eyes looking into my soul
of moonless shadow, hollow, dark, and cold
as we waltz in silence intuned to the grave
lips beguiled throughout eternity's shade
whispering serenade a haunting tune
beneath the cello, a macabre ghostly moon
inscribed in the dark earthenware scrolls
with haunting smoked eyes looking into my soul
#dark
#gothic
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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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adagio
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 3:04pm
10th Oct 2024 3:04pm
Tortured Souls
I have felt lonely of graves "unknown"
tortured souls of wars and the dethroned
and the unforgiven who have sinned
listening to the winds, whisper, "Repent"
without shackles and chains or lonely graves
tortured souls of wars and the dethroned
and the unforgiven who have sinned
listening to the winds, whisper, "Repent"
without shackles and chains or lonely graves
#dark
#gothic
#loneliness
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adagio
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 2:22pm
4th Oct 2024 2:22pm
Funky Cold Medina - with Everavalon
On a lonely street of buckling cobblestones, time has passed by. An elderly lady moves into an old Victorian-style home across the street from an abandoned cemetery overgrown with weeds and shadows of dark clouds overhead echoing a muted pendulum as if thunder with strep throat and the trees shorn of leaves were suffering from gout. Approaching the house, she could sense that the house resented her company. With every step, the house screamed from the bottom of its throat. She thought the house, her Funky Cold Medina, aphrodisiac. a gothic order of nuns teaching the dead. The dead, the voices...
#collaboration
#dark
#gothic
#horror
#scary
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adagio
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 1:40pm
3rd Oct 2024 1:40pm
No Tears Spent
Bones to ashes and charred tongues
deep where no tears have been spent
dripping the peat of the grave's semen
in the screaming abyss of hell's brothel
of wilted graves decadent debauchery
veiled in shadows of the dark manifesto
cold moon rising eclipse fellatio
deep where no tears have been spent
dripping the peat of the grave's semen
in the screaming abyss of hell's brothel
of wilted graves decadent debauchery
veiled in shadows of the dark manifesto
cold moon rising eclipse fellatio
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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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
198 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 9:08pm
26th Sep 2024 9:08pm
Ruins By Moonlight
Through the shadowed arches of ivy
Under moonlight’s cold, distant stare
I have wandered this forest so empty
Where the ruins of time hold despair;
And I weep at the stillness that beckons, feeling presences twist through the air
I have danced with the winds through the branches, Where the trees form a tunnel of night
I have seen the lost faces of angels
In the ruins’ ghost-haunted light;
Where the walls, once proud and resplendent, crumble and fade out of sight
I have stood where the gravestones lie scattered,
And the earth...
Under moonlight’s cold, distant stare
I have wandered this forest so empty
Where the ruins of time hold despair;
And I weep at the stillness that beckons, feeling presences twist through the air
I have danced with the winds through the branches, Where the trees form a tunnel of night
I have seen the lost faces of angels
In the ruins’ ghost-haunted light;
Where the walls, once proud and resplendent, crumble and fade out of sight
I have stood where the gravestones lie scattered,
And the earth...
#dark
#environment
#gothic
#narrative
#sadness
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