Gothic Poems | Examples of Gothic Poetry

The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence, while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity. The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh, injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue, unwieldily setting the stage. A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs, as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings. Buzzing flies circle, swooping down just to...

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The cold, so cold ground Binding and pulling And holding me down Embraced by the crypt Confined and restrained And life’s breath stripped Stygian inked Such stifling dark And soul’s light extinct I find myself here Trussed by death’s grave Without hope, just fear In the cold, cold ground Decayed and corrupt Neath my burial mound ...

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Disoriented and departed from passing terra forma, I sink further into the Sea of Tranquility. As corroded chains of my existence dissipate, What once tethered my soul to Gaia's gifts Drifts aimlessly in the abyss of space, Freezing as they pass me by. Shards of ice sparkle like crystals upon their surface— The only illumination against a bitter, lonely backdrop. Without warning, I...

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Deep in a wood both dark and dreary, I stumbled on til beyond weary, Seeking the path that brought me in, Finding it not my hope grew thin. When before me burst into sight, A mystery in the fading light, Arising from the forest floor, Out of place even more, Than the silence and the still, Though summer held I felt a chill, For a...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in...

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After Lenore, by Edgar Allan Poe Broken—yes—the golden-locked and beautiful Lenore, Gone from us forevermore, to grace our eyes no more. And thou, De Vere, who scornful stands with hollow, cold disdain— It’s clear to all, thy mournful cries are pitiful and vain. Let the exequy commence! Let sorrow find its voice, While thou, false mourner, face thy fate—be judged for...

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after Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe We understand you Poe, You saw the world through a darkened lense-- The passions you sought were from a spring that was filled with pleasures most twee--- One's sorrow is uniquely painful from another's, don't fret now Poe, for there is worse to come-- That is not true Poe for the Ravens who know you won't let...

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In midnight hush where shadows creep.. A voice not mine disturbs my sleep. It whispers secrets through my teeth.. And moves my limbs from far beneath. My hands are not my own at night.. They scribble names in candlelight. A stranger's laugh slips from my throat.. A shiver clings to every note. The mirror shows a war inside.. Two faces flicker, one must hide. My...

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Never again to know fresh air, Combing worms from my matted hair. No one remains who’d ever care — Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire. I must escape the sun’s harsh glare, Tread carefully down crumbling stair, Descend into my crypt just there, Where I sit alone in dark despair. Upon my ancient worm-eaten chair, Inside my vaulted charnel house lair, Such a sad...

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Calling the spirit to tell me a spell I need to seek revenge A spell for me Take a piece wood Carve a face A silver chain Wrap chain round and pull side to side Cursing the one you hate ...

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Shelley wove us a tale of a monster more a man A fleshy beast without, a broken heart within Created in hubris and sin Stitched together and broken Again and again. Frayed and tattered Unraveled and splintered Brittle and battered Bled out and injured Held together by needle and thread Less alive and more or less dead A patchwork man, soulless and cold Unmended scars numbers untold I...

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Gnarled trees yawn under a starless sky As a swift coldness mixes with the "howling wilderness,” Crescendos until pure silence strangles the macabre atmosphere. Preparing for the imminent journey, I place a slip of paper under an obsidian crystal, Lay my favourite burgundy blouse upon a distressed bedframe. The tick tock, tick tock of the clock cracks at 1:16...

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The day’s hours were worn down and a sudden sunset, that resembled a master’s painted glimpse of Valhalla, was upon us, its majesty of deepest blue, blood red and black. From our tenth-floor skew, the river looked, for all, like a wrinkled sea expecting a storm. Boats moved to tie up before the dark body of windswept clouds arrived trailing a...

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Veil of midnight, shroud of ache, A hollow heart begins to wake, Unfed, unwhole, in shadow curled, Craving life within this world. A wraith unseen yet bound to thirst, The agony—a wicked curse, Flesh untouched but essence bled, Hungering for what is shed. Through trembling dark and...

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There's a place without walls. For those who swear that they are floors. and oh how they die like a flowers bloom they lie so still in forgotten tombs (It's not to late to care) Oh how I miss the lunar gloom back when stars filled the sky with forgotten tunes. Come and take my hand don't be afraid. here are all...

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