Short Gothic Poems
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glimmerings of gothic moon and stars —
spiraling skirts and candlelight
7/19/2020
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of angry suns
licking u p h e a v e d roots of trees~
begging for mercy
a murder of crows
gathering in the gloaming,
swarming o'er gravestones...
denigrating the deceased?
or a macabre mourning?
If you are in Dire
and Dare.
Sign your name
You will be
contacted
by
Sire Marcus Baracus
the DJinn.
Hello my name is Yetti
Now know you can't forget me
Like posers part the Red Sea
Red Roses now I give to thee
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Yeti.
Form:
I walk through my rooms
taking notice of my stuff
I search for the energy and memories
of my youth
and find dust and clutter
nighttime summertime
a hungry, cunning ghost lurks
enjoying the night
8/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
once a knight named galahad
prayed for an olympiad
walking into a church
the people besmirched
now he is a nom-y-ad.
Falling before you--
A prism of dysfunction
with kisses that burn,
taste my blame.
Queen of sorrows
Queen of men.
Where doth thy heart intwine
When on the road met
All things halt
For in thy face is death divine
The rot of humanity's shadow is not in the ink,
but in the darkness that fuels the pen,
gruesome daggers, dripping honeyed poison.
Frozen grip takes hold
Dead eyes look, the end is near
Kiss of ice, last breath.
Pixabay image by: Briam-Cute
cryptic cicada
nocturne of tymbals thrumming
cicatrix in brain
dead silence of night
my last breath in abeyance
for cicada song
my pain.......................
it burns my heart and soul
no one can feel my sadness
I feel...............................
Form:
In my chemically imbalanced mind,
All I can do is detest.
Wandering my dismal world of the blind,
Anxious of what’ll transpire next.
Breathing in acid rain,
seeing red,
wrath burns through translucent veins,
heartbeat rattles against a jilted sternum.
Finally they met,
He and his healing masters
With best of their sounds,
Echoing his soul through songs,
His heart finally found peace.
We grow old, but never grow up,
neither in this nor another life;
we are just ghosts with heartbeats,
simply unaware that we were here.
As psoriasis; old scoros is'
With vulgarity; of method-biz
Darkening all hearkening
Bloated out ego-cankering
Blood money his diocease!
She smiles as bride of gloom
Gothic style floats her balloon
Young and eccentric
Taste was accented
Black roses tattoo on the groom
I was bitten
I don’t know when,
I didn’t feel it, then
came the change~
awake all night; asleep all day,
even the moon would not say why.
When you see the snow think of me
Where the trees die thats where Ill be
Cloaked in darkness so no one can see
All this pain inside of me
Shad Coll
It’s about collecting shadows
The woman’s dad died
She gained another shadow
It descended upon her
Dark cloud cliché
One of many
With fast fingers they painted
Until they trusted my vision tainted.
And the sky will split when the colors peel.
I will shed the blue I feel.
Form:
A scarlet madam,
she crashed down from on high.
Anger cursed her veins,
and the path she roamed upon this earth
was that of a woman scorned