Gothic Poems | Examples of Gothic Poetry

I sit and watch the twilight In vaulted heaven burns brittle stars I feel the rush of wind It cares the ash of pine I feel the movement of the earth In rivers of darkness flow I feel the cosmic birth How fragile we are I know the tilt of the universe In seas of oblivions void I touch the...

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(Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5) Out, out, brief candle—flicker, fade, A tiny light in the grand parade. For life is but a wisp, a flare, A fleeting moment in the cosmic air. We light our candles, then they die, In the blink of an eye, we sigh. But what if life is not a race, But just a candle in a cluttered...

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Cornfield aluminum recycled communion wafers. We drank Gatorade wine from a stolen lunchbox, sat Indian style in the irrigation ditch, reciting Tool lyrics as scripture. My IPhone had a cracked screen, Her Android played only static and KORN. We smoked straw wrappers, wore hoodies like vestments. God, in the form of a substitute teacher, glassy eyed and smoked menthols. She named a dead bird “Ezekiel.” Buried...

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Like an albatross enfolded around my silencing throat, squeezing ever tighter, asphyxiating on sins not of my own. A scarlet letter has been placed upon my weeping chest; without hesitation, punishment has been handed down. Rusted shackles placed around pleading ankles. "I'm innocent," I whimper, yet the hushed...

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Lay siege to my vulnerability, D i s a r m my chastity, Indent my innocence with...

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Does your so-called honesty only lead to tribulation? Honestly, life without you makes me feel nothing but blissful vindication- indication of all the time you stole out from under me. I was blind not to see the slyness hidden behind your eyes. And my foolishness nearly led to an early demise. But if you're a fox,...

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Leaden clouds sweep swiftly in from the north, Blanketing the sapphire skies in melancholy. Deafening, rolling thunder cracks As a mysterious chill sends a shudder up my spine. A faint knock rasps at my front door; Whispers circulate, ringing through my walls, Echoing my name ever so sinisterly....

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Silt collects at the outreaches of an ancient, murky marsh. Twisted tendrils of white oleander form archaic symbols. Deviant rituals, cocooned and lost eons ago, lie awash— Taken to the surface, unleashed by a cacophony of demonic cymbals. Now, time suddenly stops by this grotesque swash. War is waged, and...

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sequestered in a somber sepulchre where I relinquish dead memories and iced nightmares upon resting ivy, twisted with rotting thistle I'm no longer ...

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KEEP FIVE ALIVE It’s a five pointed star Not the simplest by far As thoughts are left ajar But for naught except Blahblah Just that one last hurrah They call it a pentagram Sceptical is what I am With all that flim flam Rejecting the glitz and glam You’re not a witch ma’am Anxiety I try to quell Nothing ever seems to gel Please don’t cast a...

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I stay situated upon an antique dusty leather chair as the scent of incense invokes snippets of half-written pages from my past... thunder gently rolls in from the yonder while I dive deeper into the...

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Fantastical notes of gloom filled the orchestra pit Who was playing? No one was here. Except Paul. He felt spooked after searching for the source. A gremlin band, a ghost trio, a zombie orchestra? The music was deliberate, harsh, off beat, nonharmonic The hair on the back of Paul’s neck rose almost an inch He felt threatened, for he knew he...

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a crisp chill fills the early morning air dew drops periodically appear on the yellowing blades of grass as a light frost coats ...

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steal your thunder? never. i’d rather weather the storm with you, holding hands through the hail. cocooned by...

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A musky, burnt haze sears slowly into my nostrils. The twilight hour pulses steadily, bathing stark walls in an eerie gloom. Too awake to drift to sleep, yet too tired to drag my bones off this sinking mattress. Thoughts cyclone like a tsunami within a withdrawn mind, picking at scabs; the...

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