Best Goths Poems
To some it represents the darkness,
for in it color is absent.
So forbidding...
It can be frightening
For many it represents evil,
it symbolizes death, the monsters and the devil.
Yet it was made by God for good.
It is a creation, like air and wood.
Black can me more pure than white.
It brings in and unites;
Matches with all, including itself.
Rarely it should be left of the shelf.
The goths love the black.
It's the makeup on my skin, and the clothes on my back.
Against the pale white, it represents my soul.
Their is beauty in the dark, the night, and being alone.
Where ohhhh judging ones is your song?
How is wearing all black my wrong?
What more criticism do you wish to bring?
I no longer feel your sting.
For me, black is peaceful because it does not easily stain.
It leaves room for sadness and pain.
No need to pretend everything is full of goodness.
More honesty and reality in the black roses.
Categories:
goths, dark, death, god, gothic,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
Dedicated to the great French actor, Off Course!
French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
Must you invite high breeds to the Hebrides
To maggis shellfish wine said: I love you!
Starved Loch Ness Monster kept well out of view
For this Gourmet eats even monster breeds
French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
Medieval monarchs gulped innerns – rest threw
To the serfs lords ladies dogs and hybrids
To maggis shellfish wine said: I love you!
French Gourmand let Scots talk their tartans through
Venison loins he carved out for his needs
French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
Goths Visigoths Vikings Normans or Dieu*
Falstaff nose and paunch hide much actor’s deeds
To maggis shellfish wine said: I love you!
Eiffel Tower Louvre Versailles nothing new
Mountain Man kept apart Scylla Charibdis
French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
To maggis shellfish wine said: I love you!
• Dieu: God, but French pronunciation, please!
He might take exception.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
goths, celebrity, food, french, fun,
Form:
Villanelle
You are a goth, you don't like to conform
you don't like labelling yourself
your not always depressed and
suicidal like stereotypical goths
who are people who think goths are violent
and depressed, you are not a poser,
you are you
Categories:
goths, gothic,
Form:
ABC
Roses are black and violets are grey,
And candy hearts say ‘Yuck!’ and ‘Ew!’
At least they would if I had my way.
And no hugs and kisses from me to you
There wouldn’t even be hearts or ‘love anew’
Especially not pink cards saying ‘Be Mine!”
No smiles and laughter and love shining through
On my very own Goth Valentine’s.
At Valentine’s dances no one would stay
We’d slouch on the couch, all day that’s what we’ll do
We’d all yell at Cupid, “Just go away!”
Everything I say I want to be true
‘Cause the real Valentine’s Day just makes me blue
And if it’s doesn’t change soon, all the world’s goths will whine
And we will be upset that the Earth never knew
What it’s like on Goth Valentine’s.
We’d have to keep the lovesick smoochers at bay
And all the ones who afford time to woo
Because we goths don’t want to be led astray
Or we won’t be able to start the goth debut
And keep everyone from becoming as mushy as glue
Hopefully we can keep them in line
maybe we can turn them into goths too
Then they can celebrate Goth Valentine’s
Then we can make a party out of a fray
And it will all turn out fine
I hope this doesn’t sound cliche
but, have a happy Goth Valentine’s..
Categories:
goths, valentines day,
Form:
Ballade
Romanus country
Romania to us
Iron curtain frontier
Dismantled by fuss
Like us all invaded
But by Goths and the Huns
Typical past history
Populations on the run
The Ottoman Empire, absorbed their souls
A free Romania the ultimate goal
Modern Romania has had its fears
The first world war
In neutrality gear
But by 1916, they released their fear
Allies they joined
As they sung the same song
Austria-Hungary they fought
To get rid of the wrong
In the second world war
Under Stalinist pressure
To remain neutral
Avenues of different measures
The Axis they joined
Once again with the Hun
With Italy and Japan
Their armies over run
Second world war over, but left with a horrific scar
Another country that went to far
Their part in the holókauston
A non defend-able time
The Antonescu regime
Crossed the line
Antonescu's approval for the removal of Jews
To concentration camps, quite horrific news
Eichmann and Richter, confirm the above
Jewish families on their final shove
The most recent chapter, in this ancient place
Nicolae Ceausescu, the people he would face
With the recent demise of the Berlin wall
This dictator so horrid, would also fall
A two hour trial on television
Would see him sentenced to his execution
Taken outside, him and his wife
For treason and genocide, they were shot on sight
Romania to date
A democracy
No longer Iron Curtain
A country now free
" In dedication to the Romanian Poets on Poetry Soup "
Categories:
goths, history, life, loss, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m watching a movie about Oskar Schindler
Who I assumed was just another profligate swindler
A hedonistic man if ever there was one
Great in business but involved with despicable scum
Self serving, self righteous, and all so shiny
Making deals with the Nazi and Stasi so slimy
Both parties would party in plentiful prosperity
Whilst Jews lives were extinguished in eternal enmity
It seems Oskar Schindler was a complicated man
His conscience saw him device a Machiavellian plan
And thus Amon Goth was recruited unwittingly
Oh how the irony fits so felicitously
Goth was a monster in a Nazi uniform
For millions of Jews all hope was forlorn
Ferocious with a rifle fired from high above
Killing contemptible Jews was his only true love
Schindler’s right hand man was a clever little Jew
Itzhak Stern the accountant held it all together like glue
Money man, manipulator,
prisoner, humanitarian
Obviously a deadly threat to the almighty Aryan
Together they devised a devious List
Removing Jews from amongst Amon Goths midst
1000s were deemed necessary for Oskar’s labour
Released with a bribe or the promise of a favour
Escaping certain death at the concentration camp
Because their papers were mercifuly marked with a stamp
Unlike the 6,000,000 other lost Jewish souls
Discarded like trash enmasse in unmarked holes
These men, woman and children led purposeful lives
Their progeny proceeding, propagating to thrive
Greatness was not what Oskar Schindler had attempted
He could not save ONE more, on that he lamented
History must never be allowed to repeat
There may be no other man that achieves such a feat
Profligate, purger with a preservation plan
In Oskar Schindler lies the duality of man
Categories:
goths, holocaust,
Form:
Jocks and cheerleaders,
Punks, Goths, and freaks,
Gangsters and thugs,
Nerds, weirdoes, and geeks.
Of all the possible categories,
I belong to none.
I don’t fit into all of them,
Or belong to only one.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
So quiet and content,
I speak mostly when spoken to,
Each word I say well meant.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
To myself, and all alone,
Never wanting to be noticed,
Or to let myself be known.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
Observing the “café crowd,”
So shy and unassuming,
With my head up in a cloud.
Categories:
goths, introspection, life, people, social,
Form:
Rhyme
I was there when old Troy burned,
all the babies I dashed and hurled,
slayed Hector and Achilles,
made Priam scream in agony.
I was there at the Fall of Rome,
snuffed a light half the world had known,
slammer the door on the Classic Age,
with angry Goths storming in a rage.
Next I came for the Byzantines,
to put down that stubborn Roman dream,
emperor fell in the battle rough,
let loose the Ottomans on Europe.
You can’t get rid of me,
I‘m what you don’t want
but you know that you need.
Some things will always be,
but you hate, you hate, you hate
to be a part of me.
I strode tall at Yorktown’s field,
helped George Washington seal the deal,
Cornwallis for surrender begged,
clearing the road for freedom ahead.
I struck hard at Richmond’s line,
in the trenches, in the muck and grime,
until Lee fled from Petersburg’s route,
I hounded him and brought down the south.
I took the sword to the Nazis,
slaughtered Krauts there at Normandy,
took France with Patton’s tanks,
saved some Jews from monsters rank.
You can’t get rid of me,
I’m what you don’t want
but you sometimes need.
Some things will always be,
and you hate, you hate, you hate
To be a part of me.
But it’s your fate, your fate, your fate
To be the heart of me.
Categories:
goths, conflict, dark, evil, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Another rainy Glasgow day
And I'm stuck in this train
With the rich kids from Hutchie
Bound for work
With a heavy heart
And they're all mocking me
In uniforms so smart
Confident and cocky
With the world at their feet
I wonder if they pity
This man the world has beat?
Anger wells up inside
As high-pitched squeals
Pollute the air
So many lives unburdened
It just isn't fair
But this fury is really envy,
Mourning for a youth lost
I'd swap places in an instant
Even with the sullen goths
For there's no greater freedom
Than not knowing what's ahead
Memories of an office wall
Won't linger when you're dead
Categories:
goths, childhood, life, workworld,
Form:
Narrative
Written on papyrus in the presence of different entities,
Thousands words written in Egyptian on a stone slab laid cryptic piece,
Dreaming realm of hallow wrath plague ridden disease,
Helms, spears, and tyrannical vengeance no apostle increase,
If the missions complete and the village is piled with burning deceased,
Then dear Nero let us move out and head on east,
For Gaul is in line, Germania is stuck with a barbarian decrease,
Mongolians are circling the river as the Goths retreat,
Growling lions, eagle insignia, war drum my heart beat,
Never falter, never fail, we die before we face defeat,
Bleeding feet on the pinnacle of this mountain surrounded with only sick to treat,
Macedonians upon ruination looking to Jerusalem to find the weak,
Holding back while we are cut off without a bite to eat,
A two prong pincer maneuver cutting off supplies while we sleep,
It will always be blood upon blood ravage savage feast, For when we die is the only time we will truly know peace.
(2017)
Categories:
goths, conflict, dark, history, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
-Most people
-When ever they hear Goth
-They think dark, devil worshipers,
-Who is known to be a trouble maker
-But that's not the case
-Goth is a life stile
-Its who you are.
-Being Goth is just something beautiful
-It means that we see things differently
-And tend to be more emotional than most
-But not always in the same way as others
-We love dark colors
-Aspeshialy black
-And in most peoples opinions
-We tend to have a darker aspect of the world
-And just life its self.
-But just because we look different
-And act different
-Doesn't mean we are evil
-Or anything like that......
-In my experience
-Goths are the nicesed
-And most interesting people I've ever met.
-I love being Goth
-And i would never change for anything
Categories:
goths, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
DUST UPON THE STAIR
My life careers on so fast, the years and people fly by to who knows where,
times I had have been the best so I'll remember them but forget the bad.
Isn’t that the way we live our lives? Always wanting to remember the good but not the bad.
My music still sounds the same, bringing haunting memories back that I thought had been lost forever. I think of them with a chill down my spine.
They’re like dust upon the stair, undisturbed except by a solitary footprint.
Whose is it? It isn’t mine, only the ghosts know, they glide through my mind in long forgotten memories taking me to a reverie almost undreamed of in my normal state of mind.
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Categories:
goths, angst, anxiety, beautiful, gothic,
Form:
Verse
Squalid were those days of thuggish delight
When the fat land's spirit the small Goths stole.
Joy was a thirst slaked, forever a night,
In that corpulent desert of mean soul.
But pastel virtue slowly starves a man
To walking death lest spurred by hunger's throes.
Standing apart I shunned the dead hearts' Pan
And found you, the last lover of heroes.
Of fleshy spirit living colors bold
You nourished me on the ripe joys to come
When truth and beauty are wrenched from lust's scold
And repatriated to love's kingdom.
Now together gray at time's ragged edge
With your love to the morrow I still pledge.
Categories:
goths, character, color, corruption, culture,
Form:
Sonnet
I don't want to be lost forever
In the high school sea
This clique or that one
Which should I choose
Preps, punks, goths,
Every possible type is here
But I don't want to be any of them
I want to be myself
The kind of person that's
Not accepted in high school
But I can make it on my own
This is it, just me
Categories:
goths, confusion, people, teen, high
Form:
Free verse
He’s together now, they say,
turned out, free to walk the street;
adult child turned out to play
amid grey walls of concrete
streets strewn with disposed joys,
the stench of human fluids.
Bozos wave their lethal toys;
aging goths, pseudo druids,
faces lit by flashing screens.
promenading, zombie-dead
watch desperate dancing teens,
nature’s lemmings, AI lead.
He’s together now, He’s told,
so discharged, they need the bunk;
adult child thrown in the cold
amid barely walking drunk
searching, seeking that which numbs
the pain, soul-crushing shame.
Left to beg for others’ crumbs
he just has himself to blame
they say, go scare up some work.
he does, then try as he might
he’ll catcall some guy a jerk,
end up in another fight.
Categories:
goths, future, health, war,
Form:
Rhyme