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Death Gothic Poems

These Death Gothic poems are examples of Gothic poems about Death. These are the best examples of Gothic Death poems written by international poets.


How fragile we are
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...

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Categories: gothic, art, dark, death, dream,



Premium Member Plagued by Memories

Like an albatross enfolded around my silencing throat,  
squeezing ever tighter,  
asphyxiating on sins not of my own.  
A scarlet letter has...

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Categories: gothic, dark, death, extended metaphor,

Premium Member Death Comes Home
 Leaden clouds sweep swiftly in from the north,  
Blanketing the sapphire skies in melancholy.  
Deafening, rolling thunder cracks  
As a mysterious...

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Categories: dark, gothic, imagery, mirror,

Premium Member Silently Sweeping Thoughts
I stay situated 
    upon an antique
dusty leather chair
as the scent 
   of incense invokes snippets  
of half-written pages...

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Categories: dark, death, emotions, gothic,

Premium Member Picking At Scabs

A musky, burnt haze sears slowly into my nostrils.  
The twilight hour pulses steadily, bathing stark walls in an eerie gloom.  
Too awake...

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Categories: angst, dark, death, gothic,



Premium Member Blight
Blight,  

Growing,  

Toxic seeds  

Festering deep  

Within cracking souls,  

Shaded beneath blackthorn,  

Watered by innocent's tears,  

Blooming like demonic cancer,  

Thriving on infinite misery,  

Dissolving veils between conflicted worlds.  

Faltering, earth trembling, Demi-Gods raise  

The pyres...

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Categories: dark, death, deep, gothic,

The number that died
I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade...

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Categories: gothic, anger, depression, emotions, for

Premium Member Book of Souls
Underneath unfathomable depths, choked by decaying thistle,  
Where briny seas mix with putrid sentiment,  
Creating cloudy waters of macabre melancholy,  
Stand rusted...

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Categories: dark, death, gothic, imagery,

Blessed by Death
I lie, naked, cast aside in the shadows,
My flesh, bare, crumbles among the carcasses of half-dying thoughts.

I stare upon myself—
Is this truly I,
This forsaken creature,
Smiling...

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Categories: gothic, allusion, bridal shower, dark,

Premium Member I HEARD DEATH WHISPERING MY NAME
In the shallows of junkyard avenue
Where fiery-red stallions are mounted by devils
And desolation is your last cigarette

I staggered from the weight of her kiss
As distant...

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Categories: gothic, 12th grade,

Premium Member Dance with Delusions
Dancing with delusions, sparks of hellfire
Course through my lugubrious quill pen.
Distorted words igniting fear,
Anxiety fills crevices,
Encircling, silencing,
Asphyxiating.
Walls closing in,
Compressing.
Hope fades,
Doom.
Dread
Runs cold.
Veins poisoned,
Sanity slips
Unmercifully.
The angels are...

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Categories: death, gothic, imagery, metaphor,

Premium Member Dance of Death
It’s nearly two as the Reaper’s clock begins to strike.
A thundering clap shakes the trembling ground,
as death knolls beckon me into this thick, hazy night.
Coming...

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Categories: dark, deep, emotions, gothic,

Premium Member Hallowed Be Thy Name
Underneath the blue-black twilight
of an impending, grim, nightmarish sky,
I hear the ping of deathly bells ringing,
signaling that my end is nigh.

Buzzards circle above,
swooping down, playing...

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Categories: dark, gothic, imagery, poetess,

Lost and Looking
Surrounded by strangers who love me.
[Un]strangers made strange by pain.
Words the same as always, the same as nothing, when nothing is the same.

Lost and last...

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Categories: gothic, absence, addiction, confusion, death,

Premium Member Wailing Edge of Madness
In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow
the winter winds do softly blow
and with the moon’s pale silver light
I sink into the arms of silent night.
the...

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Categories: death, emotions, fear, gothic,


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