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.
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SUPER
FAIRYTALE
She lays on a carpet of freshly fallen snow,
Pale skin matches the frostiness around her.
Raven hair splayed out on the ground,
For her the fairytale is now over.
Her existence in visions
Have left me blinded
By her gleam.
She once was sleeping
A beauty under the spell
Of living death.
But too soon it was over
For she could not last
The dreadful winters.
The saints have slain
Those in the rain,
Left behind.
The Princes have gone, ...
SUPER
FAIRYTALE
She lays on a carpet of freshly fallen snow,
Pale skin matches the frostiness around her.
Raven hair splayed out on the ground,
For her the fairytale is now over.
Her existence in visions
Have left me blinded
By her gleam.
She once was sleeping
A beauty under the spell
Of living death.
But too soon it was over
For she could not last
The dreadful winters.
The saints have slain
Those in the rain,
Left behind.
The Princes have gone, ...
#dark
#narrative
#gothic #evil
#gothic #evil
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gothic love
Rose are black
Violets are violence
I'll tie you up to the rack
And gag you with my silence.
Come step into my life
Step into my lair
I'll dress you all in black
And even dye your hair
I love rock music
Turn it up loud
When you are a Gothic like me
The lyrics will make you proud
Step into the darkness
Say good bye to the light
We live in an eternity
Were every day is night
I know you think I'm freaky
Go analyse me
But in my heart I know
A Gothic is what I want to be
Violets are violence
I'll tie you up to the rack
And gag you with my silence.
Come step into my life
Step into my lair
I'll dress you all in black
And even dye your hair
I love rock music
Turn it up loud
When you are a Gothic like me
The lyrics will make you proud
Step into the darkness
Say good bye to the light
We live in an eternity
Were every day is night
I know you think I'm freaky
Go analyse me
But in my heart I know
A Gothic is what I want to be
#identity
#gothic
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Darkwish
#lust
#erotic
#gothic #narrative
#gothic #narrative
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Raven Call
Raven speak of dark and dreary night.
Wrapped in feathers of your fright.
Orange moon of Saturn's beauty.
Depressed thoughts of reality.
Whispering raven of my demise.
Sitting steady voice of lies.
Crimson drops of satins last kiss.
Mixed with Sirens forbidden abyss.
Swirls of black sin,
Creeping obsessions under skin.
Sending gallows of ravens breath.
Glowing anticipation of witches Macbeth.
Soft touches of glistening pelt.
Dancing black birds of ribbons felt.
Dying souls of beings lost.
Simple pleasures of murderous cost.
Dark...
Wrapped in feathers of your fright.
Orange moon of Saturn's beauty.
Depressed thoughts of reality.
Whispering raven of my demise.
Sitting steady voice of lies.
Crimson drops of satins last kiss.
Mixed with Sirens forbidden abyss.
Swirls of black sin,
Creeping obsessions under skin.
Sending gallows of ravens breath.
Glowing anticipation of witches Macbeth.
Soft touches of glistening pelt.
Dancing black birds of ribbons felt.
Dying souls of beings lost.
Simple pleasures of murderous cost.
Dark...
#dark
#gothic
#death
#birds
#night
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Gothic Beauty
In the absence of tranquility
Bewitch me in nights embrace
Grace thy beauty by candlelight
By Silence of sentimental night
Dreary shadows cast upon thee
Possessing my souls captivity
Gentle lady speak not of thoughts
Nor of the flame you hold so dear
Gothic beauty of the night
Bewitch thy soul by candlelight
Bewitch me in nights embrace
Grace thy beauty by candlelight
By Silence of sentimental night
Dreary shadows cast upon thee
Possessing my souls captivity
Gentle lady speak not of thoughts
Nor of the flame you hold so dear
Gothic beauty of the night
Bewitch thy soul by candlelight
#beauty
#gothic
#shadows #night
#shadows #night
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brevitas
Gothic
Of crucifix, in pride of place,
Of stainéd glass, and greying stone,
Of autumn wind, and white pall-lace.
Oh, to be here, and be alone.
-
What riches lie beyond the veil,
When hands grow cold, and skin grows pale?
The only wealth that follows you
Is a heart, happy, free and true.
-
A Hillscape
Swifts array
In sleek diplay
O'er shaded halls,
Arboreal.
-
For Adrian
For admonition, tender-wrought,
For never-tiring heed,
For mindful help whenever sought;
My best...
Of crucifix, in pride of place,
Of stainéd glass, and greying stone,
Of autumn wind, and white pall-lace.
Oh, to be here, and be alone.
-
What riches lie beyond the veil,
When hands grow cold, and skin grows pale?
The only wealth that follows you
Is a heart, happy, free and true.
-
A Hillscape
Swifts array
In sleek diplay
O'er shaded halls,
Arboreal.
-
For Adrian
For admonition, tender-wrought,
For never-tiring heed,
For mindful help whenever sought;
My best...
#gothic
#sea
#moon #nature
#moon #nature
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Midnight-Suede
In the latest hour, under midnight-suede
Encountering dreams and lifeless bones-
In the silence, in the darkness
In the graveyard like a stone.
The birds flew highest, like shadows in the night
Cruelly teasing the restless souls of midsummer's night-
The broken roses, turned blonde from tip to toe
Antiquated 'neath the lifeless headstones.
Moonlight highest over each name, erases memories alone
Breaks the heart with the lightest touch-
Unrisen, the sun will cleanse this all
Regrets and longing to breach the living walls...
Encountering dreams and lifeless bones-
In the silence, in the darkness
In the graveyard like a stone.
The birds flew highest, like shadows in the night
Cruelly teasing the restless souls of midsummer's night-
The broken roses, turned blonde from tip to toe
Antiquated 'neath the lifeless headstones.
Moonlight highest over each name, erases memories alone
Breaks the heart with the lightest touch-
Unrisen, the sun will cleanse this all
Regrets and longing to breach the living walls...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She! Talons of a gothic mind,
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood;
And out of this, an evil care
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves –
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
And scream aflamed in priapismic fire.
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood;
And out of this, an evil care
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves –
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
And scream aflamed in priapismic fire.
#dark
#gothic
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