#gothic poems on Hello Poetry

Bless Kurunai Mar 2

Three blinking stars, under a cold black sea,
Fireworks burn on a very old tree,
A seed you threw towards the wind-
Bloomed flowers of fire, But I've lost the flint
2 days have passed, and a quarter of a life.
I'll cut straight through, with my paper knife
Towards the years that I've left behind.
I'll touch the fog, and maybe I'll find,
The exact place where I left you alone,
In that burnt diary, with my broken phone.
How cold did you feel, when you were buried in snow
When I walked away, I'd never thought I'd go,
Just to come back here once again,
In this lonely station, in that empty train.
I have burnt the map, it doesn't end or start
Because I feel the most safe when I'm torn apart.
We are lost in our empty childhood homes
lost in comfort where only white darkness roams.
Nothing remains here, for both you and me.
But we can't ever leave, I've lost the key.
Do you remember my name, before I went away?
Neither do I, so we both have nothing to say.
So just hold my hands, as you look straight down-
To see fire and snow and our lost hometown.
It's still there now, even when we are gone.
Just like the smile on your face, that I once had drawn,
It wants to go away, but it's stuck with you,
Like an old memory, that keeps feeling new.
It has lost all the meanings that once made it dear.
But I don't remember myself, so I have no fear.
And I know you forgot yourself too, long before me
And I'll lose you too, in the dark cold sea.
But, for a broken second, stay next to my side.
With a silent kiss of carbon monoxide.

#surrealism #melancholic #lininal #dark #romantic #gothic

Eliana Knight Mar 1

Tomino’s Hell

It is said that if you read a poem called Tomino’s Hell
If read out loud things will not end well
As it is a way to summon Tomino who was cast down
For questioning & challenging Gods word
When he fell there was a crack, even the living had heard
Tomino fell from heaven, straight to hell
His mouth sowed shut for no secrets can he tell
He was not prepared with the hell he was shown
As Lucifer sits upon his mighty throne
With a surprisingly gently voice he says to not be afraid
He was not as what is imagined or portrayed
He is beyond the concept of beauty, its hard to explain
The torture, once you think there can’t be a higher pain
It gets worse; seemingly endless you start to go insane
Like heaven, each hell is designed just for you, none are the same
In Tomino’s you are constantly ripped apart
And a sensation, like someone squeezing your heart
Then it gets really dangerous & bad when you start to yearn
For the pain and the sweet, agonizing burn
Some may escape to the land of the living, but they always return
Especially Tomino who always brings a soul in tow
So whatever you do, don’t read aloud the poem below:
Tomino’s Poem
(Don’t read it, especially out loud!)
Enota ot nwod tsac neeb evah yam onimot
Enola ti o got sesufer eh tub
Oot nwod uoy gard lliw eh denommus si eh nehw os
Odnu ro epacse on si ereht, seod eh ecno
Od ot evah uoy lla s’that, doula meop eht woleb daer
Uoy rof emoc lliw onimot dna
Eurtnu si nettirw saw tahw rof
Uoy dniheb kool llew, daeh ruoy ni daer uoy fi, oob
Lley dna maercs uoy sa nwod uoy gard lliw eh
Lleh s’onimot ot emoclew dna seye ruoy nepo

Try reading it if you dare
But please beware
Because once you do
Your soul is sold to you know who
And while you are tortured, the scars on your soul adorning
Don’t say you had no warning!

Based On An Urban Legend

You can read it with a mirror ;)

#gothic #dark #macabre #hell #supernatural

Eliana Knight Feb 23

A Waltz With Death

In the graveyard’s heart, where shadows creep,
A mortal woman dances, in the night so deep,
Amidst the tombstones, ancient and worn,
She dances with death, as the night is reborn.

The moon hangs low, casting a warm, ghostly glow,
Illuminating whispers where the lost souls flow,
Stars twinkle above in a celestial embrace,
Bearing witness to their waltz in this haunting place.

She twirls and spins, with death as her guide,
A macabre waltz, in the darkness wide,
Her gown, a dark tapestry, flows with the breeze,
A shroud woven finely with secrets that tease.

With each step she takes on the hallowed ground,
The echoes of silence in shadows resound,
The air thick with sorrow, the scent of decay,
Yet she dances with grace, in the night’s dark ballet.

Her laughter, a chime that rings through the gloom,
As death holds her close, dancing among the tombs,
Stars watched in wonder, their light dimmed by dread,
For they knew of the fates that laid far ahead.

The mist swirls around them, like a ghostly veil,
There love can never be, in this night’s dark tale,
For in this communion, where the living meet dead,
She finds solace and beauty in the words left unsaid.

But the dance lingers on, in the depths of her heart,
A reminder that life and death never part,
Every night she dances with death on the hollow ground,
In the days light only footprints can be found.

#death #dance #gothic #dark

Brwa S Rasheed Feb 23

Hollow Remnants

There are rooms I do not enter, doors I welded shut with bone and sinew, memories pressed between the walls like dried insects, fragile, rotting, never quite dead.

The past does not sleep.

It moves beneath my skin, a rhythm of hands that never let go, voices that coil around my throat, laughter that sounds like breaking glass.

I walk through mirrors and find someone else staring back, eyes that don't belong to me, a mouth that speaks in riddles, a face I've tried to carve away.

But the past grows back like ivy, crawling, strangling, consuming.

There were nights that never ended, silent wars fought in locked rooms, secrets swallowed like shards of ice, cold, cutting, sinking deep.

I have learned to live as a whisper, to step lightly through the wreckage, to fold myself into the smallest spaces, as if disappearing could make me safe.

But echoes do not die. They linger, they gnaw, they fester. And in the quiet, when the world goes still, they find their way back home.

#confessional #tone #gothic #elements #lyric #poetry #free #verse

fizbett Feb 21

Rot.

feverish shivers
crawl through his spine
like maggots
etching putrid trails of horror
onto his soul

regret lingers in that sense-
a quiet parasite,
fixed to him
like barnacles
to a sunken hull,
a perturbation
to the fabric
of a cosmos
that named him
an orphan to the void.

his ashen hands
had reached past the veil,
stumbling upon prophecies
etched in hell-burnt cadavers
of those who sought before him,
their warnings
scattered amidst hallways
stretching beyond the confines of time
he paid no heed

𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝘆
in hearts of the well-intentioned.
we’re all progenies of
some nefarious past.

#gothic #existential #macabre

Stephanie Liquori Feb 6

Upon A Midnight

Mid' a dream, crawling mist among the graves,
What do I hear? Tis a whisper, the heart craves.

Lost in time, diminishes a hope, loneliness preys upon mortals,
Ghost adrift within the mind's eye though life's cruel dark portals.

Tis' a spell upon me, oh God! My worldly sorrows never do cease,
I care not if I perish away, I cherish the thought of longing peace.

Death, is it a friend or foe, can the souls meet once again?
Thee gentle love lost among beauties only to awaken insane.

Oh nothingness, if I can't hear thine melodious voice,
Hush dear one, I lay no blame, I know it was not your choice.

Silence is the poisonous lasting deceitful wave,
Alas, alone I lay upon the cold cross stone grave.

Inspired by the style of edger Allen Poe. Word count 129.

#sadness #loneliness #death #longing #gothic #rhyme

Stephanie Liquori Feb 6

Into The Gloom Of The Light

Title:Into The Gloom Of Light, Free Verse,

Hark, hear the gray bell toll the midnight hour,
So still was the night, scarcely a breathing wind,
Tis' softly lulling, a haunting tune of emotion,
A musical line now silent, hushed through tears.

Sweet floral in thine hair, thy beauty so adorns,
If it should wither, my heart follows it thus,
Never leave me, for all my hope is in thee,
All alone I would tread, in the absence of life.

My cold heart pulses in its absence, as stone,
Fading beyond a chilling world, so betrayed,
Lasting agony mocks as my name is to scorn,
Hearts enshrined, hollow and low as a sepulchre.

Life's inhabitants, I haunt forever among thee,
Clinging to thine tempest and thine calm hours,
Abandon a last breath, cast the eternal portion,
Upon all countenance lies an unutterable misery.

Living ocean of empathy saves the eternal soul,
Sweet loving abyss, hold me away from cruelty,
Fall into thine darkness from rock and billow,
Wave to wave covers my own sorrow and pain.

Triumph as it lashes over me to receive my soul,
Deep, dark and dangerous, I float, drifting softly,
So softly, away into the nether world far beyond,
Beyond human cares, beyond horror and gaze.

Word Count 202. Free verse. Gothic and emotional. Thank you for reading , in the style of Edger Allen Poe. Lost in grief, loneliness and longing for peace of the afterlife and lost loved ones

#dark #depression #gothic #despair #emotional #freeverse

Anna Menelaou Jan 28

Daisy

Daisy
My Daisy
Please help me to face me
The ache is incomplete
When you don’t talk to me
Please my daisy
Grab me
And taste me
Show me the self
I’ve been hiding
Daisy
My sweet perfume
Put the dagger in my heart
And push me to the edge
So I can see the darkness
One last time
I feel your tears talking to me softly
While you drink my thoughts
Stay with me and heal
My torturous mind
I have an ego that despises
Anything natural
But you seem like the only thing
Nature ever taught me
You feed me
You starve me
You **** me
You resurrect me
I wish you hated me
Then you could also love me
Be my metaphor
And correct my existence
Make me unnatural
You devious poison
Drink every last drop of me
And let me be devoured by
Your incorrections
And I’ll give you my flowers
And my costumes
My marionettes
And my muses
The helpless breath I exhale
When you stare at me
While I exasperate
consuming your adoration
Oh Daisy
I’m sorry for my tiring existence
Please long for my alteration
Long that I’m a narcissist
Shout at me
Make me cry
Let me be the one
That will take your life
Become the winter
I live in
And the spring I’ll never meet
Daisy you make me ill
Be a star and I’ll turn into your dust
Be a siren and entangle me with your song
Be the concept of time and I’ll make sure
To travel around your numbers to confuse you
Be space and I’ll create innumerable dimensions
To endanger your stability
Be a ghost and I’ll be the psyche you left behind to haunt you
Let me be insufferable
Please hate me, Daisy
Please lie to me and tell me you hate me
Make me your friend
And be my muse
Be my friend
Make me your muse
Spring tears into our eyes
As if we saw our worlds begin
After the summers we protected

We’ll be nothing more than memories
To an invented chaos
The spells we put upon our unhealed obsessions
To make them immortal
How immoral of us
To believe that love like ours
Could defeat the hatred we would draw towards each other
My little daisy
We’re bad people
We crave for desperation
We argue with the mornings
Because they’re too exhaustive for our hollow night blinded minds
Dance with me one last time
As the light we both hate showers us with
Desire
We lost the love in the night
Desire Daisy
Dance with me in the deathly reality of ours
And do as I plead
And I’ll do as you order
Daisy

I imagine this poem as a love letter from a vampire to his lover, experiencing unreciprocated love because they're physically and mentally hurting each other. On the other hand it's just a poem showing how humans view love as a painful and self harming, addicting feeling they cannot escape

#love #lust #pain #in #dark #gothic