Gothic by Top Critiquers Poems
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gothic by top critiquers poems. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
7th Sep 2022 2:55am
7th Sep 2022 2:55am
Balance
She was my perfect equal, balance, my little Goth doll
Black eyeliner, lips and nails calling the moon out for a brawl
She was strong in ways that most couldn't see
She was proud of who she was and knew who she wanted to be
Late nights she called me out into the moonlight
Kicking crazy knowledge about the universe and nature, and getting myself right
We crashed in abandoned churches, graveyards with spirits that needed company
We sat on ancient headstones and shared a little something something
Twist were made with a flask being passed back...
Black eyeliner, lips and nails calling the moon out for a brawl
She was strong in ways that most couldn't see
She was proud of who she was and knew who she wanted to be
Late nights she called me out into the moonlight
Kicking crazy knowledge about the universe and nature, and getting myself right
We crashed in abandoned churches, graveyards with spirits that needed company
We sat on ancient headstones and shared a little something something
Twist were made with a flask being passed back...
#love
#gothic
508 reads
2 Comments
SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 6:07pm
6th Mar 2025 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?
...
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?
...
#dark
#death
#gothic #scary
#gothic #scary
61 reads
0 Comments
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
180 reads
3 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2023 1:23pm
22nd Oct 2023 1:23pm
Throwback of a Creative Past
DIRGES AND TEARS (A collaboration by Soul & Grace)
Torturous, this wears wet
bleeding out loss in life
be it not draining and soaking
hung out drying
watching sunrises
stead the settle, knowing
this, fills the hours
there, no holding it back
rolling thunderous black cloud
what keeps thee free being,
wracked by its wrath
Dirges and cries of sorrowing hearts
Of those that strew the petals of roses
Upon the mile that stretches far
To the garden where none astir
Where hearse move over fallen tears ...
Torturous, this wears wet
bleeding out loss in life
be it not draining and soaking
hung out drying
watching sunrises
stead the settle, knowing
this, fills the hours
there, no holding it back
rolling thunderous black cloud
what keeps thee free being,
wracked by its wrath
Dirges and cries of sorrowing hearts
Of those that strew the petals of roses
Upon the mile that stretches far
To the garden where none astir
Where hearse move over fallen tears ...
#gothic
#death
209 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:18pm
Yesterday 10:18pm
Mirror Tango Twists of Kitty & Fang the Clown
Mirror Tango Twists of Kitty & Fang the Clown
(Concept by Dan Stafford
& Dialogue by John Hindle)
Kitty and Joke live in an alternate universe on the other side of a set of fun house mirrors in a creepy carnival.
Kitty tells Joke, “Hey this place is creepy, like the fun house mirrors at the amusement park I went too as a kid. The reflections in the looking glasses look like my multiple personalities.”
“Who are those other ladies in your psyche?”
“Let me introduce...
(Concept by Dan Stafford
& Dialogue by John Hindle)
Kitty and Joke live in an alternate universe on the other side of a set of fun house mirrors in a creepy carnival.
Kitty tells Joke, “Hey this place is creepy, like the fun house mirrors at the amusement park I went too as a kid. The reflections in the looking glasses look like my multiple personalities.”
“Who are those other ladies in your psyche?”
“Let me introduce...
#dance
#funny
#gothic
#romantic
#seductive
22 reads
0 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
25th Sep 2022 10:37pm
25th Sep 2022 10:37pm
Bleeding Blood
Upon the sharpest
Hook moon of fright
Answering the call
Of a newborn night
Summoning inside this
Rusted metal shed
Surrounded by misted
Red air of dread
Remnants of lovers
From who I just fed
Withered and brittle
Inside my stained bed
See them swirl on my
Slivered vicious tongue
Flavored screams sung
To stay forever young
Inside my painted
Bloodroom of doom
Where witchcraft and
Bloodcraft become one
Ensnared by my
Long lifeless hair ...
Hook moon of fright
Answering the call
Of a newborn night
Summoning inside this
Rusted metal shed
Surrounded by misted
Red air of dread
Remnants of lovers
From who I just fed
Withered and brittle
Inside my stained bed
See them swirl on my
Slivered vicious tongue
Flavored screams sung
To stay forever young
Inside my painted
Bloodroom of doom
Where witchcraft and
Bloodcraft become one
Ensnared by my
Long lifeless hair ...
#gothic
#pagan
#witches
622 reads
33 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
8th May 2023 00:51am
8th May 2023 00:51am
Curse of the Water Witch
Pointing down past
The surface,
With which to dig,
The networks,
Flowing underneath
A bed of flowers
And the green fields,
And in the shallow,
She showed a
Vein to strike
In the layers.
Like knowing what
A grave is,
Tapped into the earth,
Calling upon the elemental,
We could quench our thirst, for
Essential life, only if
There were branches to
Cross the fields
Where trees captured the winds to
Call upon osmosis.
...
The surface,
With which to dig,
The networks,
Flowing underneath
A bed of flowers
And the green fields,
And in the shallow,
She showed a
Vein to strike
In the layers.
Like knowing what
A grave is,
Tapped into the earth,
Calling upon the elemental,
We could quench our thirst, for
Essential life, only if
There were branches to
Cross the fields
Where trees captured the winds to
Call upon osmosis.
...
#dark
#gothic
#death
#witches
#curse
377 reads
10 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 9:06pm
27th Jun 2024 9:06pm
This Stuff of Nature
When I see these
wooden beams,
that wooden trap
those hempen strings,
this stuff of nature,
these all seem
innocuous, such
innocent things,
when kept in any
Chandler's store,
but make folk dead
and crowds roar,
gallows fashioned
by lynching law.
wooden beams,
that wooden trap
those hempen strings,
this stuff of nature,
these all seem
innocuous, such
innocent things,
when kept in any
Chandler's store,
but make folk dead
and crowds roar,
gallows fashioned
by lynching law.
#dark
#evil
#gothic #horror
#gothic #horror
189 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
26th Jul 2021 9:30am
26th Jul 2021 9:30am
Microcosmos
Disasters in dross taken into impeccable
Methodology of microcosmos transcendence
Moments deem secret windows attainment
Fibre optic vision xenon transistor sites
Initiatory mechanism placement in place
Institutional everything as integration
Gleaming monad at the height of the depth
Circumference of realization is the way
Everything is duality paradox quantum
Pathway is wonder in mechanical moves
Craft interplays in the interface of place
What was made shall be remade to invade
Solitary outsider mind in states of...
Methodology of microcosmos transcendence
Moments deem secret windows attainment
Fibre optic vision xenon transistor sites
Initiatory mechanism placement in place
Institutional everything as integration
Gleaming monad at the height of the depth
Circumference of realization is the way
Everything is duality paradox quantum
Pathway is wonder in mechanical moves
Craft interplays in the interface of place
What was made shall be remade to invade
Solitary outsider mind in states of...
#courage
#birth
#gothic
#trees
#fear
401 reads
6 Comments
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
144 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
1st Jan 2024 11:21am
1st Jan 2024 11:21am
Wake Up From That Nightmare Screaming With Fright
After taking a shower,
Gail walked over to a
mirror, dropped the
towel and stared at
her naked reflection
before seeing Robert
creeping towards her
with a sharp knife
which made her wake
up from that nightmare
screaming with fright.
Gail walked over to a
mirror, dropped the
towel and stared at
her naked reflection
before seeing Robert
creeping towards her
with a sharp knife
which made her wake
up from that nightmare
screaming with fright.
#gothic
#fiction
#scary
#FreeVerse
#sensual
236 reads
0 Comments
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