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.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
5th Oct 2023 2:32am
5th Oct 2023 2:32am
The Many Faces Of A Seductive Sorceress
Until the calling of night
Let the Sorceress reflection mirrored
Enticing souls in flight
Unto the soothing voice
Whispers of seduction felt
As a handsome Knight who shall gallop unto my rapture and sweetly surrender
The song playing in the background of this video titled, When I Ride by Ashley Mehta is part of the creative app.
I do not own any copyright to the nature of the music, it is in part for entertainment purposes only
Let the Sorceress reflection mirrored
Enticing souls in flight
Unto the soothing voice
Whispers of seduction felt
As a handsome Knight who shall gallop unto my rapture and sweetly surrender
The song playing in the background of this video titled, When I Ride by Ashley Mehta is part of the creative app.
I do not own any copyright to the nature of the music, it is in part for entertainment purposes only
#gothic
426 reads
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
618 reads
33 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
152 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 1:06am
21st Feb 2025 1:06am
Gothic Angel
Gothic Angel
Gothic angel in leather pants
That gleam like moonlight on a black cat
On a cobblestone street in Prague
Flexing her feline muscles at midnight
As the torchlight of her eyes
Takes me into the deeper mysteries
Of her darkly lit arts
When she leads me
Out of the dungeon of my fears
Into the freedom of a raven taking wing
From the skeleton of a winter tree
Gothic angel in leather pants
That gleam like moonlight on a black cat
On a cobblestone street in Prague
Flexing her feline muscles at midnight
As the torchlight of her eyes
Takes me into the deeper mysteries
Of her darkly lit arts
When she leads me
Out of the dungeon of my fears
Into the freedom of a raven taking wing
From the skeleton of a winter tree
#freedom
#gothic
#mystery #sensual
#mystery #sensual
39 reads
0 Comments
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
200 reads
5 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 1:13pm
27th Oct 2020 1:13pm
Ode To The Raven
Ode
to the inky,
midnight Raven,
harbinger of ill-omen.
Lightlessness in her eyes,
heralding one’s demise.
Wolfish, you are!
Voraciously within those eyes lies hunger.
Darkly clad, your soul will nigrify.
to the inky,
midnight Raven,
harbinger of ill-omen.
Lightlessness in her eyes,
heralding one’s demise.
Wolfish, you are!
Voraciously within those eyes lies hunger.
Darkly clad, your soul will nigrify.
#dark
#gothic
697 reads
4 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
205 reads
2 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
375 reads
10 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 2:57pm
27th Feb 2021 2:57pm
Searching for eternity (7)
#erotic
#gothic
#vampires
660 reads
16 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
184 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Aug 2022 8:51pm
26th Aug 2022 8:51pm
Gothic Cotillion
(a piece of “sudden fiction” - 750 words)
She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good lookin' mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
They'd had to skip the Haymaker's Dance, but Toby knew how to treat a girl, and took Elaine instead to their own private dancefloor deep in the Somerset woods. Her family was moneyed, distantly related to the duke of Somerset, and she was one of those girls about whom folk singers write. She who walked on the wild side,...
She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good lookin' mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
They'd had to skip the Haymaker's Dance, but Toby knew how to treat a girl, and took Elaine instead to their own private dancefloor deep in the Somerset woods. Her family was moneyed, distantly related to the duke of Somerset, and she was one of those girls about whom folk singers write. She who walked on the wild side,...
#romantic
#gothic
#death #horror
#death #horror
231 reads
1 Comment
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
139 reads
4 Comments
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