Gothic Poetry

[halloweenbat]

Deep crimson drips slowly
To the carpeted ground
Walls mocking
My saddness
My fear
My horror
The razor slices deep
Into my pale skin
Suicial?
No.
Horrified?
Yes.
The razor slices one last time...  

[Immanence]

Just to correct you, that would not be Gothic poetry, that would be Dark poetry. The 'razor' thing isn't really Gothic, and there really is no label to describe it, so in general it is Dark. Labels are too complicated to put any type of poetry or music under it.  

[xX_MissSuicedQueen_Xx]

death come in
death beware
im the one that you dont scare
cut my head of
shatter my bones
i wont shed a teer  

[Git Rekt]

there in the dark
a young girl cries
Hurting and blooding alone
the young girl dies.

sorry if its bad i made it just now my mom would kill me if she saw me writing the short story like dark poems I used to right.

♡Lauren

 

[sweetiepie20014]

once upon a time there was a girl who loved the world.
her life was good everyone liked her.she was a princess in a fantasy world,fearless shameless and kindness are words that describe her.That was in the past soon her fantasy land dissolved into reality.her world turned dark,like a black rose.now life scorns her like thorns scorn your skin. everywhere she turns.....she gets cut by those thorns...and she bleeds.her soul that was once filled with joy is now nothing but a hollow shell. she carries no feelings and cares for no one. she now wears all black and her only love is darkness.. the same darkness that abuses her and torments her. that girl is me.
and i live happily ever after.
the end.  

[ll-Mystic Rhythms-ll]

The pale light of the moon
Shines down on the gates
Of the graveyards grounds
Graves and Tombstones
All of the deceased
Loved and forgotten
What a pitiful thing
Deaths of those
Who were missed dearly
Are now forgotten
For it seems eternity  

[Vyrri]

The_Lovely_Insanity

The pale light of the moon
Shines down on the gates
Of the graveyards grounds
Graves and Tombstones
All of the deceased
Loved and forgotten
What a pitiful thing
Deaths of those
Who were missed dearly
Are now forgotten
For it seems eternity

like that one n_n

I'm Nocturnal on Thursdays

She stumbles through the
night drenched streets, coughing,
spluttering, retching and completely
alone. Her bile stained lips
utter gently manic lullabies
to the rabbits running frantically
across the car park, through the
fence and under the rusted train tracks.
Putrid bitter yellow, she spits death
onto the cold pavement, wandering
aimlessly home in a direction taking
her far from it. she stares at the
cold, artificial orange lamplight. Fake.
She scowls. How dare you? How dare you
try to mimic the sun? Let me have my
darkness. I am nocturnal on thursdays.

 

[Vincent_Vampire00]

Take what you can...
Take what you need...
Take what you will...
Make me bleed...

Take my blood...
Take my life...
Or take my love...
And reward my strife...

Kiss my neck...
Drink my blood...
Moan in my ear...
I wish you would...

Love me now...
We are together...
So take my blood...
So we can be forever...