Name Gothic Poems

Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond...

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Eyes lying in wait, anticipation,
I shall not leave this spot.
Scratch the face,
looked over crowding faces,
Oblivious to my thoughts... infinitely said.
No blessing shall take place, not...

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Can anyone hear it?
The scratch scratch scratching from within these hollow walls, 
Mere inches away from children at play
Labyrinthine tunnels contain cellars, cells, chains, colorless...

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It’s not for the mere frail 
this cautionary tale 
of wicked yuletide fright 
Do come inside
and sit hearthside
on this dark and snowy night 

A chilling...

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Big secrets, in rose tinted glass,
the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart.
A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart,
Beauty is at the price...

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Millions of children gathered around me,
Can I like any of them without being a father to them actually,
Peer to peer though much more mature,
It seems...

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An image a vampire dream would evoke 
Fable stood stunning in a velvet cloak; 
 ‘Inalem what a pleasure to meet you, 
Chance rarely says...

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LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH

The secret blood of a crucified man a god born of flesh, bone, a righteous soul, so long live the new...

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I dine on your ashes
I choke on your hypocrisy  
I sit n tolerate 
This mockery 
This travesty of me
I feel my skin crawl with…...

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Friday May 13th, 2022

An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome,
written courtesy a favorite poet of mine.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia  struck within a blink,
I swear yours truly never...

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alone
in a crowded room 
people pass faces glance 
void they are… 
 
no thought to anyone's soul 
or ponderings of creation 
just shells walking in...

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We were hit with an intense connection 
I knew I had to end this illusion;
What an unusual predicament
So soon a talk that was so important;...

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The Chalice of Night pours dark on the stair
drops of shadows that don't belong there.
Echoes of footsteps--do they signal harm?
Whispers in bushes that push our...

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 Several years ago, we bought an old farm house.
 It was 3 miles down a dirt road beside an old millhouse.
 It seems this...

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Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded 
watching the media Snow 
falling on tombstones

Blinding the world 
fury for the masses 
raise our glasses pour the wine...

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