#gothic poems on Hello Poetry

nick armbrister May 2018

Martian Gothic
It was a unique environment.
They were unique people in a unique place.
A mountain fifteen thousand metres high with a vertical south face.
Two pretty Goth girls stood on the edge.
One footstep forward and it was a huge fall to the Martian plateau.
Three hundred metres in front of the girls was a fine layer of Cirrus cloud,
thirty metres thick.
The Terraforming had worked brilliantly providing a heavy Earth like atmosphere on Mars.
Olympus Mons was a great holiday destination for young East European adventurers like Hanneke and Silge.
Hanneke had waist length black hair and Silge shoulder length red hair with lip piercings.
Both were equally beautiful as the magnificent landscape straight out of a sci-fi film.
They were taking time out of their Earth based Martian Geology course after a short field trip.
A quick hike was a chance to chill out and take in the stunning views.

#mars #hike #gothic

ConnectHook May 2018

Solomonic fragment: de la Selva

Ah, beautiful and pitiful! ah, last
And fairest of the daughters of the Past
Born out of time and in most grievous days
When unto beauty men mete out no praise !
Lone Gothic princess, all your line is dead:
The glory of your race is vanished: fled
Is that high faith that should have found in you
Its meet delight and its expression true…

from: Ode to the Woolworth Building;
'Tropicaltown and other Poems',
Salomon de la Selva; 1918

https://archive.org/stream/tropicaltown00selvrich/tropicaltown00selvrich_djvu.txt

#salomondelaselva #tropicaltown #gothic

Khushi Batra Mar 2018

It's all dark - a poem

I sleep in late to enjoy the nightmares.
Get easily seduced by the pain.
Happiness gives me an uncanny sensation of consternation.
Surrounding me in a void of wretchedness and misery.
When I look into the mirror
Soulless eyes of abhorrence stare back at me,
With an evil smirk on his face,
I smash the glass and lick the blood
From my knuckles.
Memories of glee and enthusiasm from my childhood
Gnaw at me; haunt me with their claws filled with delight.
A hysterical laughter is strained through my lungs
When I see my blood on the floor.
I sit in this abyss of darkness both
Day and night, till the god of death
Pays me a visit.
-Khushi :)

#poem #poems #poetry #darkness #dark #deep #gothic #sleep #nightmares #night

nick armbrister Feb 2018

BLACK CRYSTAL

It fell to earth a million years ago in a burning tail of fire to land on the barren glacier, undiscovered until now, its power can only be guessed at.

The High Priestess Angelica was drawn towards it and it was She who found it.
Now the black crystal is at the centre of her power and her life, it sits on her sacred altar doing her bidding.

A white flame seems to burn at the crystals heart with a life all of its own.
Now Angelica can start her quest for world *******, she has the sacred power to do so.

#gothic #witch #crystal

nick armbrister Feb 2018

GOTHIC STORM

GOTHIC STORM
Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting
the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric
of the sky into which the earth will fall,
doomed and dead into the abyss of time
forever more. We are the generation of the ******,
condemned to be this for the rest of our lives
until we die, by our own hand
or that of Old Father Time or of our enemies,
stalking us across the chapters of the universe,
never ending. The seas of time used to be on our side
but now the hour glass has tilted and we slide
effortlessly downwards, to our end
and that of all that meant something to us,
now nothing but ashes and dust,
not even a folk memory remains as we cease
to exist, become nothing but a storm in the rift
of time that is the world, an idea of what might have been,
ending now…

#gothic #storm #skies

Hannah Zedaker Jan 2018

A Dreamer!

Dead,
the day before yesterday.
Grieved by it, personally,
Reputation: few or no friends
Suggested art - lost its erratic stars
A dreamer! Dwelling in ideal realms
-the brain-
Madness

Melancholy

Indistinct curses with eyes upturned, already ******.
Happiness wit hglances introverted, shrouded in gloom,
arms wildly beating spirits - sought to forget
close by,
those glimpses
open to the doom of death

I pulled these lines from the Obituary of Edgar Allen Poe to construe a poem that I feel has both a theme of its own but draws aspects from Poe's life as well.

#melancholy #madness #poe #edgar #allen #gothic #dreamer #blackout #structured #spooky

nick armbrister Jan 2018

NORWAY MUSIC

NORWAY MUSIC
Sat here in my flat I think of Norway,
of all the places I’ve seen there and the bands –
Gaate, Blood Red Throne, Satyricon, Amulet and more.
To my Norse gothic bands I’ve seen here in England –
Mortiis, Madder Mortem, Leaves Eyes, Octavia and Tristania.
How I love it and can’t get enough of them.
When will Sirenia come gig here?
Norway and your music, I love you very much.

Dark Delectable Delicious Destructive -
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20 Years of Nick Armbrister's Dark Poems

#gothic #norway #music

nick armbrister Jan 2018

THE DARK TOWER

THE DARK TOWER

On the barren northern moors lies a dark lonely tower. No one ever goes there, not a bird sings or a rabbit jumps. This is the place of loneliness and of despair and foreboding.

The sky is a leaden grey and the wind howls around the tower. Long lost souls cry for release. Some may be your friends of long ago or some long lost lovers of times gone by. This is a night time place of the lonely day.

A traveller comes along, over these barren cold hills. He sees the tower over the horizon distant, far and on its own. In a minute he is there standing before this stone monolith.

Slowly he enters the dark tower. The stairs are steep and the walls cold. Coming to the top he sees the souls, they are of everyone we knows. Just his presence there will set them free.

Violet light hits the tower, the sky turns blue and the souls are free. The traveller meets his long lost love dead for a thousand years. Now Lancelot and Guinevere are together again.

FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE Nick Armbrister

#legend #gothic #horror

Isaac Godfrey Dec 2017

The Plague Doctor

The Warden announces; as the Diseased children cower in fear,
The mother stands beside the Warden.
"Evy'body remain calm, The Plague doc'or is 'ere!"

May God forbid; That you ever see that Mask,
Those cloaks, those masks,
those herbs and flasks...

It creeps towards the children; Looming in the silence.
equipped with little mind for medicine, a cane for violence.

Those soulless eyes,
the Putridly herbal aroma close, they despise,
but this masked creature ignores their cries.
The warden feeding mother Lies.

Dimly lit the cold room,
the pungent fume,
''I'll leave 'im to it"

The warden leaves.
but the Doctor stays and silently breathes.
Question on the matter if this Doctor's even Sane,
As it stares upon the child then whips him with the cane.
No Law defies,
the Mother Cries.

Pulling out it's Vials of vial Herbs, this Freak,
Staring coldly around the silent room, pointing everywhere, it's beak.

It passes the two Children pouches of leaves; Mother grieving,
everybody remain Calm, The Plague Doctor is leaving!

A Grieving Family of a Mother and two Children are visited by the plague Doctor.

#plague #gothic #narrative