Short Goth Poems
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"He is a typical Goth. That what I think so",-
Thought the parrot, looked at the crow.
"Gay" - the crow thought, looked at the parrot ...
That why he looked such gaily, aberrant.
the gothic toad had a duty to do his best
he rose from his grave determined to never rest
I shall smite the enemy, and right the wrongs he said
He had truly become a formidable advocate since being dead.
Calling the spirit to tell me a spell
I need to seek revenge
A spell for me
Take a piece wood
Carve a face
A silver chain
Wrap chain round and pull side to side
Cursing the one you hate
You are a goth, you don't like to conform
you don't like labelling yourself
your not always depressed and
suicidal like stereotypical goths
who are people who think goths are violent
and depressed, you are not a poser,
you are you
I know it's what you've wanted since way back when,
my power of all enshadowed
to absorb it from my pale skin.
But your heart is closed to me(she sighs),
as if that'll save you,
from the hell in these black shadowed eyes.
Like a moth to the flame
you're drawn to me,
and so let it begin....... our cat and mouse game.
goth angel
goth
black eyes
ghoul girl
purple lipstick
spider web blouse
black lipstick
a statement
youthful
goth
Somber grey,true dismay
Abstruse plight,day is night
Assailants might,no armistice
Goth
Abatoirs full of disgorge
A world depraved,a blackish haze
Ignominous calamity
Goth
Fathomless,the abyss
Callosity,the damned to be
Feinous atrocities
Goth
Evil adulation,whole affectation
Amoral fixation,mind controlled nations
Robotic existence,lost in decadence
Goth
There's a fly in the house of goth. On the wall listening in. What's being said? The fly is keeping quiet. If you wanna know, go there yourself. The house of goth is a dark old place. Full of people like me. Are you one of them? Or an outcast? Not even suitable for the house of goth. For we are the goths. Even flies are welcome in the house of goth.
Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing,:)
Jimmy Boom Semtex
I long for the shore amidst the storm
As the waters rattle my cold bones
I ask for help across the yonder
The darkness holds me under the stones
I want to leave, can't say live
Life's given me a bed of pointed cones
Pleas bounce back on walls so thick
Echoes of silence stab me like thorns
I sink from shallow to something deeper
An orchestra plays those deathly tones
I fear for death as it never ends there
Still in limbo I'll hear my own mourns.
All
True
Goths
Covet
Lace
Vampires
Lightning
Spiders
Coffins
And
Poetry
*I wrote this poem on January 8, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 8 and the prompt was:Write a mnemonic poem to remember the zodiac signs.