Passion Gothic Poems

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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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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Fire talks to the dark:
Tells it of light—
While touching up covered walls;
Scattering the core lies,

Let it all burn.
In its pitch, open fingers grasp
For passion. ...

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It's the glove pitching with the dark;
It moves through the wings of a crying skylark.

It storms through all your soul's language—
It gapes from that bleak...

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Highland heartache echoes in midnight air
In ruins the castle lies woebegone
Sadness reverberates so be aware
Lovers' painful lament in ghostly song.

Ruins are pervaded by history
Fiery affaire...

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You are my passion 
You are my Poseidon

My depth of my despair
My depth of infinity

You are my weakness 
You are my bane

My fear of destruction...

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This will be the fortuitous night
When her restless spirit fully takes flight
In all four winds that fail to slow
Under the waning reflective moonlight.

They met under...

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RECRUIT

Where’s my heart, my chest is hollow
I have no passion left to cry or emote
Nor any regret, at the vows I broke 
I now belong...

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Intense suffrage ,malice behaved 
while a sullen energy, balanced 
upon, broad shoulders ,of pure 
angst, I'd remember, your tainted
humongous shift, creating wrath 

bestowed, so overtime,...

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In every effigy there is infamy...
I conceive every domain.
That is my immortal doctrine...
 I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...
  Feel its faded power...

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I.  The coming storm…

Looking into the distance along a windswept beach. Feeling the vast vault of alabaster sky. High! Feeling the cooling winds, as...

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Heavy is the brow that sits the crown of power, 
fame or shame it is a wonder that we live with 
greed to want for...

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Where dares the pavilion stand? 
Some Sweet opium desires fire my dreams...

And vacant empires long loss, passing pyres rise 
High through ancient desires, they linger....

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ravens scream
at midnight high
forever looking into the moon 
it’s magnetic white light glowing
a dark house feeling distant 
on an enigmatic horizons seam
dogs eyes glow distantly
Canines...

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Night catches wing 
flies like dreams 
jumped in shifting revelations 
realities each new hue 
a shade with a difference  
a different order 
of a...

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