#goth poems on Hello Poetry

kevin 3d

subtracting voices
chandeliers hung by dead feathers
cannon ***** of years when time hated fairly
left over promises i'm not friends with

getting lept out
hanging death
to find a friend
running away
marrying the wash out
battling for empty
filling up the old crimes
inside my healing head
to destroy their evidence
useless when its good
too ugly for views

prisons too important
for me, the left overs

i was the addiction
now another contraception
hailing ghosts
tangled in timecards
under hung
and still voting
to take my spots

#darkness #alone #poem #goth #gothic #witch

Gaurav Gurung Jun 2

The Accursed Sea

I once was a pirate, terror at sea
Sailed past all currents, tamed the fiercest beasts,
Kissed the wild waves, achieved unmatched feats
Mortals shivered, the o-cean; scared of me!

Cursed was I, heart a lock; needed a key,
Tasked to venture where even God retreats!
My crew fled- left to face my last defeat.
Drew my sword- if I were to die, Let be!

Long hours I searched, until at last, drew nigh
A maiden, one unlike I'd ever seen
Each breath, each glance drew me ever closer

Realised there was no key, it was a lie,
Drained my soul, to claim me was Death quite keen,
The Siren sang death, The pirate's wrath; over.

A sonnet that tells the tale of a wrathful and quite powerful Pirate who is tasked to venture somewhere to fill hus heart which feels empty, but little does he know, a Siren awaits him.

#sonnet #sad #power #fiction #goth #mysticism #death #mystery

White Owl Jun 2

Is it any wonder

Our souls are dyed to match the dusk
And steeped in solemn, frigid rain.
We live adorned with shades of death
And consecrate what is profane.
The only things that glimmer here
Pierce through the skin and hang in chains.
Is it any wonder we all have
A curious love affair with pain?

June '25

An analysis of the goth.

#goth #alternative #edgy #darkness #dark #pain #sadist #*******

Damocles Apr 10

Medusa and Hemlock

Cold as winter’s snow,
Fear’s gravity weighed down my eyes,
Making my sight fixed on her radiant beauty.
Serpents in her hair and a serpentine sway of her hips hissed everywhere,
And she moved with an elegant snare.
Her cold and envious green gaze, like radiant jade, struck me.
I felt like one among the garden, growing vines from my mouth agape,
A simple possession ****** upon the beat of love.
But as copper tarnishes, so does my marbled finish,
Decaying and eroding through her ages.
She uses my form as an aegis,
and I am happily a common-place decor, a vase for her discretion.
Torn into malignant pieces,
I am fed to her hunger, taken in until visceral walls collapse the fragile rock.
Medusa, a love so starving that I would eat hemlock.

a gothic style romance piece

#dark #goth #mythology #medusa #serpent #brevity

Tucker Mulder Apr 3

The Essence Of Love

The essence of love
From a beautiful precious birth
Spouts the purest form of innocence; love
To exalt those who shelter our sole being
Conscious love brings fear and mental torment
To taint and eradicate our ethereality
Infected with bleak reality
Lunar sorrows of solitude and seclusion
Demonic presences reap at the heart
Bringer of dread, separation with no solution
Loss of my heroine, Queen of beauty
Desolate and afraid, naked and cold
By chance, arbitrary love and yearning
The insatiable appetite for such a person
Unescapable feelings of bliss and elation
Consumed by exultation
Solace and soothing serenity
How I cannot picture a life without thee
A tomb of anguish and sorrow
Eternal lamentation
We must stay intertwined and inseparable
Clasped together until bleak nothingness
Engulfed by your presence, my Queen of the
night
Dressed in satin black
Princess of darkness, priestess of mars
I call out to Eros
To extol the highest power
Two souls cast by a single flame
A shared rhythm of beating hearts
Entangled til death swallows our existence
The essence of love

Love is more than a feeling

#poetry #gothic #dark #goth #love #poem

Tucker Mulder Mar 19

To Rise In A Lifeless World

Through the shadows of pure pain and misanthropy
Demons rise in bleak black smoke
Cloaked in black agony and nothingness
To decay in a deathless world
Means not to to thrive
Yet birth in pain from a wounded mother Earth
The womb of blood and infection
Taints the purest form of innocence
All life ceases to exist
Abandoned and dead
Skinless and blind
The faceless emerge from the grave
Speaking in tongues understood by the chosen few
Echoes of immortality and consciousness
Reverberating through endless fields of deceased life
Not a soul can not be heard
Effervescent screams of understanding
Pale skin of a ghostly silhouette
God hath no power over them
Nor the universe itself
The gaping wounds of our motherly figure
Bring to life the exiled silenced souls
Created to fail at conception
In a hopeless reality of solitude and seclusion
The misunderstood come forth together
Wearing the crown of thorns and blades
Rising as a pack of rabid wolves
The end is now the beginning

#dark #poetry #misanthropy #gothicpoetry #goth #demons #torturedartist