Gothic Poems | Examples of Gothic Poetry

Breathing in acid rain, seeing red, wrath burns through translucent veins, heartbeat rattles against a jilted sternum. ...

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Two of these One of those Take with food One more dose Swallow it down Like magical spells Self-medicate To make yourself well Tail of newt Wing of fly Take everyday and you won't cry Lock it all up Behind chemical walls Don't read fine print Across ceiling crawl Pharmaceutical cauldron Sorcery lab Not just broken body Your soul's on the slab...

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Staring into the stratospheric abyss Cumulus clouds swiftly drift along. As I stand at a dusty precipice, The white-hot heat of the sun beating down, Microscopic gravel crunches beneath questioning feet. A flood of overwhelming emotions washes forth, Whilst a broken heart is drowning. The last words you spat at me,...

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An unearthly fog thickens nocturnal’s peaceful aura. Scents of lamenting petrichor mix with slick, decomposing leaves. A disharmonious death knell calls to me, Untying the red strings of fate from the celestial loom. My heart weighs heavy against a faltering ribcage, Standing in front of the wilderness of mirrors. ...

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Earthquakes of bedlam quell As tectonic plates of emotional instability cease shifting. The tears of a discarded clown, suspended in animation— Numbness overtakes. Masks slip, shattering. Shards scrape, lacerating apathetic flesh, Revealing the painted doll underneath. Remove its colourful costume; Discover marionette strings embedded within a fraying back. ...

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shadows stretched from unblinking stone a sun dares trespass it's obsidian skin cold wind whispers unknowns of forgotten wars iron tears flown upon obsidian flank, rust earth exhales silence, ancient shrouds frozen breath, dust within its hollow soul pushing the rank crust pulse, violet dark strange geometries bloom in the frost upon a base, lost flock of silent wraiths, gather circles unknown speak, daggers ravens scream, unseen taste of...

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a whisper of loss a phantom lace a ghostly touch fingers close, cold to taste lingers laughter cracked bone-dry air the clock chimes midnight it is backward here in this abyss of my mind seconds falling on stone on the graves of yesterday hear the echoes, love, disdain in the vacant halls in the dark falls a broken prayer on lips of ash moonlights a skeletal...

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I sit and watch the twilight In vaulted heaven burns brittle stars I feel the rush of wind It cares the ash of pine I feel the movement of the earth In rivers of darkness flow I feel the cosmic birth How fragile we are I know the tilt of the universe In seas of oblivions void I touch the...

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(Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5) Out, out, brief candle—flicker, fade, A tiny light in the grand parade. For life is but a wisp, a flare, A fleeting moment in the cosmic air. We light our candles, then they die, In the blink of an eye, we sigh. But what if life is not a race, But just a candle in a cluttered...

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Cornfield aluminum recycled communion wafers. We drank Gatorade wine from a stolen lunchbox, sat Indian style in the irrigation ditch, reciting Tool lyrics as scripture. My IPhone had a cracked screen, Her Android played only static and KORN. We smoked straw wrappers, wore hoodies like vestments. God, in the form of a substitute teacher, glassy eyed and smoked menthols. She named a dead bird “Ezekiel.” Buried...

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Like an albatross enfolded around my silencing throat, squeezing ever tighter, asphyxiating on sins not of my own. A scarlet letter has been placed upon my weeping chest; without hesitation, punishment has been handed down. Rusted shackles placed around pleading ankles. "I'm innocent," I whimper, yet the hushed...

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Lay siege to my vulnerability, D i s a r m my chastity, Indent my innocence with...

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Does your so-called honesty only lead to tribulation? Honestly, life without you makes me feel nothing but blissful vindication- indication of all the time you stole out from under me. I was blind not to see the slyness hidden behind your eyes. And my foolishness nearly led to an early demise. But if you're a fox,...

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Leaden clouds sweep swiftly in from the north, Blanketing the sapphire skies in melancholy. Deafening, rolling thunder cracks As a mysterious chill sends a shudder up my spine. A faint knock rasps at my front door; Whispers circulate, ringing through my walls, Echoing my name ever so sinisterly....

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Silt collects at the outreaches of an ancient, murky marsh. Twisted tendrils of white oleander form archaic symbols. Deviant rituals, cocooned and lost eons ago, lie awash— Taken to the surface, unleashed by a cacophony of demonic cymbals. Now, time suddenly stops by this grotesque swash. War is waged, and...

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