#goth poem

[rooisdead]

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

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Credit: @/draculaswife on twt/x

[zdezintegracja]

One of the best goth poetry author Edgar Allan Poe

[bfmva7x]

In the darkness I find my solace

Amidst the shadows, I seek my peace

In the moonlight, I am whole

In the abyss, I find release

My heart beats to a different tune

My soul sings to the darkest night

In the world of darkness, I find truth.

In the realm of shadows, I take flight.

I am a child of the night

Neither alive, nor dead

My existence is a question mark

Forever hanging over my head

But in my darkness, I find beauty

In my sorrow, I find strength

In my pain, I find purpose

And in my death, I find breath

For I am a goth, forever in black.

My heart beats to the rhythm of the night

And though I may wander in my darkness

I'll always find my light.

[fireydemonlordskullkeeper]

      Of one and of many/choices of mortality                                        Poem-                               To grow. To live.                                 is to struggle                                                                 To fail.                 But to fully submit. to be shackled                             by  singular  idea or                                      Ideology                                       of one.                                   or by many                       Is to die in blind ignorance.                             To blindly follow                           without disagreement.                                 without a bias                       Regardless of one’s self.                       Was there truly no option?                               no alternative?                           Is that not a betrayal                             Of one’s free will?                           Not having the option                                 to disagree?                                 The choice is.                       and will always be yours…...                            

[lilithreb0rn]

I was engulfed in your ichorous warmth,

pooled with the blood of you.

It was the be all or end all.

I clung to you like a burnt scent,

skin scorched with the residue of absence.

Although the blood is now cool and the flesh is now rotten,

i remain canvassed by a shade of arcane,

now embalmed with deepest hue of red.

Never fading from this world of grief.

And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all. To be left on earth when another is gone,

produces stories that feel like winter;

so cold it killed the birds in the air.

[jessellalove]

There’s things I’d like to say to you

That I don’t think I’d ever say aloud

There’s things I’d like to do to you

But I’d never get the chance to tell you

[valentine-extract]

I keep myself awake as the tap-tip pit-pattering flicks of water, wash noise and banter, beckoning on glass panes and washed windows begging for my loving answer

sad patterns of mad hatters that pay no peace of mind to sad matters, rips and pokes at bellies and hopes convincing me to feel the ladder

But all and all, I stay enthralled, for calls that do not stick on walls, because what is man but for what they stand, and all they do not offer.

[vampirojasper]

"Death lasts an eternity, but life is a brief moment."

-Lilya 4-ever

[adamimitchel]

“So why must I abide? By all my guts, when you’ve torn from my insides every last morsel of patience. Struggling to keep sacred, you watch me choke and die. And I say thank you sir, Tis the system we surrender to so I’d be more than pained to abide.”

[davidjhopcroft]

Tomb Girl

Tomb Girl

She roams the gloomy chambers awaiting your arrival

Between stone coffins filled with ancient bones

Be wary if you care for your survival

Danger and mystery are held within these stones

The girl whose deepest wish remained unfulfilled

Who sought out her lover when he fled alone

A search ending in vain when she was killed

Now she roams these tombs in search of home

Her forbidden love shocked and she was vilified

By those who declared that her actions were taboo

Their priests determined such evil must be petrified

Yet it is a ghostly form that cannot begin a life anew

Hush now Are those her steps that you hear

Is that water dripping from the roof or could it be her tears

Careful now as those steps become near

Take courage and try to hide your fears

Death’s bony hand reaches out to touch your shoulder

It is not sweat but blood that trickles down your face

The icy air of the tomb is becoming colder

The tomb girl has claimed you as you vanish without a trace

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

[rooisdead]

꧁✯꧂𝐎𝐟𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꧁✯꧂

[egar-allen-hoe]

Perversion

Death is a stunner.

Beautiful woman in a tight white dress.

She is the object of every lustful longing I have never felt for life.

Every fibre of my being aches to feel her warm hands around my throat.

That she might pour ice cold release into each vein and vessel.

Sealed in a velvet kiss.

I was in love with the way you made me feel.

But never you, and for that I am sorry.

To have loved you not as a lover but as a bottle,

In your lips found bourbon and bitters,

But for a long time now I've been hung over.

And you have been dregs, running dry.

want so desperately to be euthanised. To be punished for my paraphilic lust for death.

I have been spiteful and careless.

And yet still I find it impossible to feel true remorse.

I hate you all.

[fireydemonlordskullkeeper]

Fractured love & Shattered Hearts🖤🥀-poem

Trying to hold on. Trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered Heart. picking up what's left of Love in my broken heart & Carrying the weight.& with its crippling force its crushing Me. pain. Pain is the price I pay for falling in Love.....

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[hauntedgladiatortree777]

SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove

I will return to thy alcove,

And glide upon the night to thee,

Treading the shadows silently.

And I will give to thee, my own,

Kisses as icy as the moon,

And the caresses of a snake

Cold gliding in the thorny brake.

And when returns the livid morn

Thou shalt find all my place forlorn

And chilly, till the falling night.

Others would rule by tenderness

Over thy life and youthfulness,

But I would conquer thee by fright!

the ghost-Charles baudelaire

[renae-nicole-lynn]

Here is a silly stupid little goth poem I wrote a while back, thought it appropriate for today 😈.

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Goth

This is a goth poem.

Clothes are black,

lipstick is black,

but my hair isn’t black.

It’s not a phase mom.

See the little bat

The black cat

Hear the screaming of the rat.

I don’t worship Jesus or Satan.

Visit there tombstone

Leave a gift of moonstone

Let this burn in fire and brimstone.

This is a goth poem.