Gothic Poems | Examples of Gothic Poetry

Our Better Angels The polished floor reflects a moonlit gleam, A silent chapel holding a dark dream. I etched my plea into a cold white tile, A fragile hope against a coming wile. But from the smooth surface, a form takes hold, A sister to the stories left untold. Her eyes, like shards of glacial ice, are keen, Reflecting landscapes desolate and mean. I...

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Once upon a woeful early December night nigh, Who am I, in this fateful time of scry’s reprise? Over many a quaint reminisce of my ghostly past, Suddenly, feel eyes piercing again, with no end. I looked around, to no avail; my time has end. I turned and saw darkness cast. As I went out in the dreary night, I...

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In this abyss, where senses fade, A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade A choice self-made, a soul betrayed, In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid Man without a shrine, longing for time, A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains, Death’s embrace, leaves no trace, Echoes remain, whispering in pain. Silence. No more pain. In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly...

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Truth be told, or is it so, Is strength bronze or tin? Forever mystery lies so, In this transcended kin. Beneath the rust, a fragile heart, Iron weeps, its strength apart. A veil of secrets, shadows loom, Where truth’s enigma finds its tomb. In fragile echoes, whispers call, Uncertainty befalls, thoughts of chanciness. As ready minds begin to fall, A second thought of unsureness. Though some say...

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Echoes of the holy grace, for this place, Endless woe of devolution, Forever entice, your grace, The moon is your solution. Confined in this space, of endless grace, Under the moonlight, it is illusion, Illusion of woe, forever retrace, It is all persuasion, or is it union? Shadows creep, where darkness breeds, A symphony of sorrows, never-ending, Lost souls wander, planting crushed seeds, A tale,...

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The spirit of Dream Megala man Scratching that itch Not that of a lower level man Can wipe out a universe In the moment The moment of a twitch Too ra loo ra loo ral Too ra loo ra li The healthy of lean Le fat the tip of hooray Falling sideways What is the writing drug Why do poppies eat promise Trying to keep up Even...

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Shadows shift in flickering flame Vows made, now stained with your name Our flame, once bold and bright Now wanes upon this cold, stark night I see the distance in your eyes Reflecting echoes of love’s goodbye Emptiness fills your silent stare A longing still lingers in the air Your heart, once gentle, has lost its grace Betrayal bleeds—a bitter taste Sarcasm drips from...

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I gorge on black ink shadows and gulp down silver moon beams delectable, saporous by the streetlamp marinade me hallucinating art on a diet of glow world hue imbued hungry brushstrokes dream garnish o'er starlit feast...

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There was a chill in the air that night, as the taste of spun cotton candy and stale popcorn floated through the breeze. Lifeless clouds hung in the sky, moving swiftly past an ever-broken moon. Remnants of rain clung to weeping blades of grass, as a shattered heart cracked under a ribcage in disbelief. The...

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Alas, my heart! Breathe. Behave. A saviour awaits your sinking gaze Too much of your eyes would set it all ablaze. Bring with you a lamp so bright Burn my kingdom. Alas, we’d be the only ones alive. ...

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I sit alone where the gravestones moan    And wicked winds wail wild Where willows weep and shifting shadows creep    And the dark is deep and defiled Ghostly sighs where the lantern light dies    Death spoke my name in a sable rain With a voice both grave and grim Tapped his bone on the cold gravestone As a...

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Out of my mind and lost in time Holding on to a love unkind Unwind the twine that cruelly binds Me to my severed valentine Her voice still calls through echoing halls As madness clings to crumbling walls All consumed in lingering perfume Her presence like a ghost haunting this room. Left behind—a love consigned A fantasy born within my mind She gave...

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Standing on a rusted platform, I look towards the looming, tarnished steel clock, Ticking away my final moments of existence. Oceanic eyes swell with liquid salinity As a hollowing whistle booms in the close distance. The scent of petrol mingles with midnight paranoia. Placing a shaking hand upon my vibrating chest, I can detect the trembling of a trepidatious heart, Whilst the monstrous...

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The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence, while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity. The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh, injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue, unwieldily setting the stage. A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs, as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings. Buzzing flies circle, swooping down just to...

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The cold, so cold ground Binding and pulling And holding me down Embraced by the crypt Confined and restrained And life’s breath stripped Stygian inked Such stifling dark And soul’s light extinct I find myself here Trussed by death’s grave Without hope, just fear In the cold, cold ground Decayed and corrupt Neath my burial mound ...

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