Ballad Gothic Poems
These Ballad Gothic poems are examples of Gothic poems about Ballad. These are the best examples of Gothic Ballad poems written by international poets.
There's a place without walls.
For those who swear that they are floors.
and oh how they die like a flowers bloom
they lie so still in forgotten tombs
(It's not to late to care)
Oh how I miss the lunar gloom
back when stars filled the sky with forgotten tunes.
Come and take my hand don't be afraid.
here are all the words you were trying to say
(It's not polite to stare)
I know a place where we could go
it feeds on your fears to sooth your soul
(It's not to late to run)
I know you will die just like the flowers bloom
you are so beautiful.
Categories:
gothic, death, deep, eulogy, flower,
She had black lipstick stains on her cigarettes.
A broken doll with eyes like the abyss.
Two barcodes hanging on to both wrists.
She said wait right here your really going to love this.
She bit my neck, blood draining from her lips.
A pair of fish net tights stuffed into both slits.
Then she went down, and I went down.
She looked me in the eyes and said surprise.
I'm doubtful if you make it past the sunrise.
then she took my hand and lead to the dark slide.
Now I can't remember the sunrise.
she went down and I went down to hell.
Categories:
dark, emo, evil, gothic,
I hear violins playing
Oscillating in the auditorium
As the orchestra resounds
Behind the chambers of my heart
Bittersweet melodies plays aloud
I cannot escape -
That sweet summer rain
Which fills my heart
With such melodies of ballads
Shedding tears that reflects
I cannot escape.
Within the amphitheatre of the city,
I sang aloud lyrics of gloom and mourn
Behind the cages of my bleeding heart
I found the rain to be my shedding tears
As notes and sheets of music play
Violins and orchestra play in unison
Along with my brokenness I sang
Categories:
devotion, emotions, gothic, grief,
This is a long extended night,
The stars all hibernate,
The blustery gusts revolve around
The dreams which suffocate.
Now the torrents lash my door,
And now they slam the shade,
'Be couched right here, and do not move',
The whispers promptly bade.
Out there I glanced, the wild tree pranced,
She swayed her tipsy stem,
All drenched and dark, the leafy arc
Seems like her death-gown's hem.
Is that mere downpour, or a sign,
An omen of the time?
The thunders clash with louder splash,
Upon the lakebed slime.
My window pane is stabbed by rain,
One thousand spears en masse,
They prick the eaves, pummel the leaves
To the level of the grass.
The flickering lamp will die at once,
It does not cease to pour,
A marble sculpture drowns beneath
The water on the floor.
That which gives life can take it too,
Lo there it heaves its head,
The shrine's bemused, the priest presumed
A curse on holy bread.
It has to cease within no time,
The devil's thunder roars,
The gale allays his evil play
Withdraws his wondrous force.
28th September, 2021
Categories:
gothic,
It so happened some years ago,
a story of the past it seems,
the room was wide and huge,
absorbing the echoes of her screams.
Her tale is told in those corridors still,
where she roams, almost as if free,
the ghost of her bolting/shutting doors,
what happened that night, I couldn't foresee.
Loud banging waking up the dead,
calling them to join her quest,
the dead following her in the night,
In that hostel only dead did rest.
I hear her sometimes still,
in what I believe are dreams,
I swear I saw a light on the ceiling,
of her, sorceress supreme.
Categories:
gothic, abuse, angst, anxiety, gospel,
She wasn’t sure what woke her up
And for a second or two
She didn’t know where she was
She turned over and looked at the clock
And she wasn’t sure if the time was correct
She stepped out of bed
And wasn’t sure what she was going to do
She looked in the mirror
And knew why there was no reflection staring back.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
death, gothic, spiritual,
Kill her, won't you just kill her
You put a gag in her mouth and stabbed her
She's begging for you to kill her
She's smiling, she's begging for you to notice her
Burn a church and bury my body within the ashes
I'll let my holy spirit rise to heaven and heal my gashes
When I arrive at the gates of heaven may I pay with a thousand lashes
Send me back to hell with the rest of my family to gift them with slashes
Kill them, why can't I kill them
Fill their lungs with thick tar to suffocate them
Their begging for me to kill them
Take the knife and see it’ s sharp touch into them
Categories:
gothic, anger, angst, death, depression,
This world is falling into an abyss,
Why must we be forced to live this life?
Nothing is going to last forever,
There is nothing truly living for,
The only thing worth living for is your future,
The future that is only going to end,
All your work will be erased,
What's the true point?
Is there truly a point?
The answer is up to you.
- UnknownShadow
Categories:
gothic, betrayal, bullying, death, deep,
It's been days since i have gone out,
The months just slip by like birds on ice,
There are moments when i think why do we even try?
Our work will be all for nothing once we leave,
We will work our entire lives just so everything can be erased,
Our names engraved on granite and left with all the others,
No one to visit, no one to show, only some have left themselves a name,
Even then most people brush it off as if they were nothing,
We are merely existing with no other purpose,
We are brainwashed to think we serve a god,
When in reality that god is no more than you and i,
We are sitting around waiting for our time,
That time is nearly upon us.
- UnknownShadow
Categories:
gothic, conflict, dark, death, deep,
You left me here chained and bound you know my fears, I reached for you and you were'nt there lost and distant my soul I bare. Take off this blindfold so I can see you dance in front of me with malice glee. I've fallen for you I'm frightened of you tape my wings so I can't fly break the dawn so I can't rise drop the veil so I can see just what it is you've done to me.
My eyes are open but my mind is closed I feel so naked with all these clothes
unlock my chains so I can feel Is this illusion finally real you are my nemesis it's been
revealed.
Held captive in my obsidian room I drift away you stay awake
Held captive in my obsidian room I drifed away you stayed away
I've fallen for you I'm frightened of you tape my wings so I can't fly
break the dawn so I can't rise drop the veil so I can see just what it is
you've done to me.
Held captive in my obsidian room I turn my back to face the moon
Held captive in my obsidian room to rebuild my minds ancient runes
Categories:
betrayal, dream, gothic,
There are times some mat be some what miserable
To me my life isn't bad enough to say it is terrible,
I am happy and blessed with my whole world
Those whom are not happy always live in turmoil,
Misery loves company they always say
yes it is sad that others do feel this way,
My heart goes out to those but, they have to be the ones wanting to change
The negativity they have in their souls needs to be rearranged.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Categories:
change, emo, gothic, heart,
Ancient ramifying willows survived more than one flood
They witnessed history drenched in blood
Of the black warrior they sing a ballad
As he fought against Teutonic knights by him who were defeated
His visor black absorbing all light
His hood dark as night
His size for his time awesome sight
Wearing his black armor he knew how to fight
Yet he was the solder of light
He was a brave and good knight
His victories written by visage of moons’ light
Under which valiantly he would fight
When huge force took him prisoner they chopped off his head
And just like that the great warrior was dead
But although this makes me a little sad
His spirit lives on in stories and light of the very sun under which he bled
Categories:
fantasy, gothic, history,