Gothic Poems
#gothic
Gothic poems, a genre of dark and atmospheric poetry, which may feature elements of romance and beauty. Gothic poetry often includes themes of darkness, shadows, night and death, and may be related to goth subculture.
Unlit Lonely
Unlit lonely sweet voyeur eyes
dark opaque whisper
mime's theatrical shadow
lusting identity of naked flesh
exploring carnage of tongue
staining your smile
of decadence here and beyond
dark opaque whisper
mime's theatrical shadow
lusting identity of naked flesh
exploring carnage of tongue
staining your smile
of decadence here and beyond
#erotic
#gothic
#vampires
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Death's Soiled Dove by F.D.Ravenskraft
She grasps the hands of death
And made love to him
It seems she wants him to feel her wealth
Indeed he did curse her with his gift
The caress of the dead man's lust
The chains of forbidden love
The passion of the delightful one
with one touch
She grasps the meaning of death
Ravenskraft
And made love to him
It seems she wants him to feel her wealth
Indeed he did curse her with his gift
The caress of the dead man's lust
The chains of forbidden love
The passion of the delightful one
with one touch
She grasps the meaning of death
Ravenskraft
#gothic
#scary
#tragedy
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Night of the Chainsaw by F.D.Ravenskraft
Night of the Chainsaw
by F.D.Ravenskraft
take a chill into the dark carnival
where evil lurks into the abyss
the clown is out to play
to kill anything that walks
the night of the chainsaw bliss
nothing more than a bloody reminisce
by any means necessary
every killer has a score
to create a freakshow galore
the streets are the badlands
every night is a clown purge
flawless victory
endless sympathy
that the jesters are out to collect bodies
we are the souls of spiders
and the...
by F.D.Ravenskraft
take a chill into the dark carnival
where evil lurks into the abyss
the clown is out to play
to kill anything that walks
the night of the chainsaw bliss
nothing more than a bloody reminisce
by any means necessary
every killer has a score
to create a freakshow galore
the streets are the badlands
every night is a clown purge
flawless victory
endless sympathy
that the jesters are out to collect bodies
we are the souls of spiders
and the...
#gothic
#scary
#tragedy
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Olde Corpses Road by FD Ravenskraft
Olde Corpses Road
By FD Ravenskraft
The road where the corpse
Lead and follow their last ride
Into the midst of life's kiss
Finally done.
But undone onto the misty dirt roads
Piled with corpse and bones
As these roads sing their revival song
Unsung by the heavens
As hell beats the Hades drums
Within the rising sun
Coming close to morning
They fade into the morning dawn
To prepare for the next dreary song
During the nights of long testimony
The cunning on the misty roads of grasping ends
Upon the...
By FD Ravenskraft
The road where the corpse
Lead and follow their last ride
Into the midst of life's kiss
Finally done.
But undone onto the misty dirt roads
Piled with corpse and bones
As these roads sing their revival song
Unsung by the heavens
As hell beats the Hades drums
Within the rising sun
Coming close to morning
They fade into the morning dawn
To prepare for the next dreary song
During the nights of long testimony
The cunning on the misty roads of grasping ends
Upon the...
#gothic
#romantic
#scary #tragedy
#scary #tragedy
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Dark Fountainhead
Of death's silent minuet speaking no words
from the quill's dark fountainhead
concealed in verses bleeding red
drowning as your spirit rises listening
as the veiled magic has left your bones
in dreams that filled my heart
of death's silent minuet musing
from the quill's dark fountainhead
concealed in verses bleeding red
drowning as your spirit rises listening
as the veiled magic has left your bones
in dreams that filled my heart
of death's silent minuet musing
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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Dark chest of Wonders by F.D.Ravenskraft
i was walking towards the dead lands
and came across a well dried up
and lost from the moist without water for so long
and a foul smell came from it was the grasp of Death
an old musty odor from long ago
and was a chest placed by a dead child
that was murdered in cold blood
he grabs the chest and climb out
and ran home to open it
but was afraid to because of the voice of the child
who speaks in riddles
don't take my heart out
Let my heart be
As I beg of you
To leave me be
as the voice screams
he opens and the...
and came across a well dried up
and lost from the moist without water for so long
and a foul smell came from it was the grasp of Death
an old musty odor from long ago
and was a chest placed by a dead child
that was murdered in cold blood
he grabs the chest and climb out
and ran home to open it
but was afraid to because of the voice of the child
who speaks in riddles
don't take my heart out
Let my heart be
As I beg of you
To leave me be
as the voice screams
he opens and the...
#death
#gothic
#mystery
#scary
#tragedy
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The Legend of Sweet Milk by FD Ravenskraft
A Night like no other
Spending time with my old mother
Cooking and baking his favorite dishes
Greens and Cornbread.
Tis Tis Tis. Let's reminisce
This Glistening tale of a man that went
From a good boy into brutal hell
His last meal with old momma
Knowingly that something is coming
Shadows of reality
That dress is so real.
But out to kill her. The Goons of Summerville
Coming to take momma away
And beat him and scar his face
Because his old mother was the wrong race
That night the cornbread burnt
To find my...
Spending time with my old mother
Cooking and baking his favorite dishes
Greens and Cornbread.
Tis Tis Tis. Let's reminisce
This Glistening tale of a man that went
From a good boy into brutal hell
His last meal with old momma
Knowingly that something is coming
Shadows of reality
That dress is so real.
But out to kill her. The Goons of Summerville
Coming to take momma away
And beat him and scar his face
Because his old mother was the wrong race
That night the cornbread burnt
To find my...
#gothic
#scary
#tragedy
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Seeking The Odyssey
Footsteps in silence, seeking the Odyssey
in the velvet veil with the wall eye
whispering algorithms
from a world without shadows
casting spells from the well
from the dark's apothecary
walking in unknown memories that dwell
looking into the face of the Odyssey
with the wall eye
in the velvet veil with the wall eye
whispering algorithms
from a world without shadows
casting spells from the well
from the dark's apothecary
walking in unknown memories that dwell
looking into the face of the Odyssey
with the wall eye
#dark
#gothic
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Thumb Through Merriam-Webster
Twilight's cosmetologist with the cello weeping
mascara miming oblivious thumbing through
the Merriam-Webster listening to the winds
free falling of the leaves clinging to my soul
summoning memories whispering to ancestors
caving into monotony breeding raptures of undead
within the shadows of the crematorium
and ashes of mahogany waiting on the Scrivener
with stained fingers
mascara miming oblivious thumbing through
the Merriam-Webster listening to the winds
free falling of the leaves clinging to my soul
summoning memories whispering to ancestors
caving into monotony breeding raptures of undead
within the shadows of the crematorium
and ashes of mahogany waiting on the Scrivener
with stained fingers
#dark
#gothic
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Petals In Lace
Insatiable sheets of nocturnal obsession
silken petals in lace thirsting for the garter
haunting memories of ravenous ache
in the curator's twilight of narcissistic Faberge
lusting labia's majora whispering the opium
unleashing echoes of my famished soul
within the mahogany in death's cedar chest
in the curator's twilight of narcissistic Faberge
silken petals in lace thirsting for the garter
haunting memories of ravenous ache
in the curator's twilight of narcissistic Faberge
lusting labia's majora whispering the opium
unleashing echoes of my famished soul
within the mahogany in death's cedar chest
in the curator's twilight of narcissistic Faberge
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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portrait of a lost girl in a gilded cage
She waits for the seduction,
for his hand between her legs.
All lemon verbena
and wires buttressing her limbs.
She swallows carnations.
Beach glass.
Is plagued by the fluttering
of finches beneath her dress.
When he arrives it's a symphony,
breathless and contrived.
The dark choreography
of his fingers in her,
her thighs that ache to spread
like wings.
At dawn he'll leave her sprawled
on the massive four-poster,
all sequins and feathers,
one glassy eye.
The scar on her...
for his hand between her legs.
All lemon verbena
and wires buttressing her limbs.
She swallows carnations.
Beach glass.
Is plagued by the fluttering
of finches beneath her dress.
When he arrives it's a symphony,
breathless and contrived.
The dark choreography
of his fingers in her,
her thighs that ache to spread
like wings.
At dawn he'll leave her sprawled
on the massive four-poster,
all sequins and feathers,
one glassy eye.
The scar on her...
#dark
#gothic
#love
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Lisbeth (with mood board)
One more mood board for today. My apologies if it's offensive to some. That was not my intention.
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#gothic
#love
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