Beauty Gothic Poems

From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed,
I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead.
Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night,
I cloak...

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Empress of the Night


Veiled in the moon’s ethereal grace,
She emerges from her shadowed place.
A crown of black roses adorns her brow,
Each thorn a reminder of...

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Dead of Fall

In gathering storm clouds, Fall whispers its dread, 
Cold tendrils coil, as life's colors shed. 
Once vibrant hues, now wilt and fade, 
As...

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A Haunting Waltz

As I recline, wearied, on this eve so dark and dreary,
Whispers in the shadows, tales of Victorian eerie.
The moon, a spectral lantern, spills...

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             Echoes of the Heart


I’ve walked this street before, through slick remnants of...

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There’s a loneliness to her style, it’s true.
No sense of direction or means of success.
A cautionary tale for men with no clue. 

With icy tone...

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Who was she ...
The one who walks
drifting out and in?
A haunting beauty, 
pale, porcelain - like.
As solemn as the
ever silent night. 

Partaking of
this twilight, cloudless.
It's...

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his eyes follow me and he whispers-  come my beauty
as I stand staring at this old painting of a man
his dark eyes are fathomless...

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I knew the damned
Descended from the angels yet locked in flight
Their utter beauty, deflated pale and the lilt of their wings
Distinct from the night

One of...

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A beautiful lier
Tell me lies as butterflies die, 
That bloom into firelights, 
Your words are powerful inornate darkness 
Electric hums of an infinite instrument 
Of...

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oh, how i wish i could write
like the wonderfully weird e.e. cummings
but the right words somehow escape me
left only with personal shortcomings 

it’s clear, i’m...

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In shadows cast by moonlit sky,
Amidst the night where spirits sigh,
There walks a maiden, dark and fair,
A Gothic girl with raven hair.

Her eyes, a window...

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I see beauty 
In the darkness. 
I can see what people can't.
Dark and spooky is 
Beautiful to me. 
I see the beauty 
In things that...

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We Look Up At The Family Of Tracery Architecture

Tracery architecture began seeing the light
From the Gothic Age on it gained its birthright 
Its beauty spread...

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