Goth Poems

Goth poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of goth poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on goth are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Unique

Unique short poem

I speak out with pain, I charge with anger I change when needed, I adapt to changes I’m afraid of nothing, fearless as ever I’m friends with the demons and spirits They follow wherever I go Some protect me, some

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Anna

Anna long poem

Madness burns like a candle Blustery night haunted with Anna No clover or wild grass grows No laughter sighs in the wind Only the moan like a cemetery The sea wrestles with ghosts I have drowned in sorrow Sanity has

Lesson Of The Village Egg Thief

Lesson Of The Village Egg Thief short poem

you have to make friends with the dogs in daytime and at night come to them with the scent of your own hair on your hands the scent of a burnt out match they would like to be fed, but

Lose The Shades

Lose The Shades ballad

Like clouds scurrying from the sun- they dawn love to come forth. In them lies a world meant to be free- from all inhibitions for a feat! They are the tambour- that drives away all that is goth. Their waves

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Poem To Jesus

Poem To Jesus short poem

How I long to see you face to face to look into your loving eyes to feel your warm embrace and take a pick in paradise… Oh, come and visit me I am waiting for you every day in person

Lonely Planet: Part Three

Lonely Planet: Part Three long poem

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

Your Story Should Be Told

Your Story Should Be Told long poem

Each one of us has a story And one that should be shared Not one that’s strict and rigid Nor overly prepared But one that comes straight from the heart The journey you’ve been taking Of things you’ve done, the

A Voice Of Choice

A Voice Of Choice short poem

Choices are a part Of voices from the heart. Without inner voice You have no choice. It is all a matter of choice How we use our voice. Back your choice With a strong voice. I made my choice Paying

Goodbye

Goodbye long poem

You don’t get it do you? The hurt that I feel inside. You want me to respect you… But you cloud my head with your lies. I wish I could believe… Everything you say to me. But your history has

Bedfellows

Bedfellows short poem

It stormed all night rattling teeth and windows the small tribe of cats sheathed their claws for once crept into human beds drawn incapable of love to the safety of something larger a fleshy barricade to take the blows something

They Come

They Come short poem

Well and They Come like an army in the sky In the blue of the day, in the dark of the night Well I know it’s beyond belief and I Wouldn’t of believed it if I hadn’t of seen It

Life Way

Life Way ode

Feeling the warmness of love, Tight and meaningful like a sweet coo from a dove. Family genres bring us to have a life to live, Daily going by, letting it pass like a giant dive. It doesn’t hurt to learn

A Visitor In My Life

A Visitor In My Life ode

My heart was like a crispy toast A nudge here and a knock there And crumbles would scatter on the dusty floor. I had become weak and touchy Waiting for a balmy soul to heal my wounds. Time passed and

Two Artists

Two Artists short poem

my daughter when I die at the moment of my death I will cease to be a gemstone wrapped in layers of pastry baked for a lifetime to have those brittle sediments crushed then scattered into the invisible wind of

Father Of The Nation

Father Of The Nation short poem

When he led, a nation followed When he raised a hand, a nation submitted When he walked, a nation moved When he spoke, a nation observed When he instructed, a nation obeyed When he protested, a nation agitated When he

Virtuous Foolishness, Nightless Dream

Virtuous Foolishness, Nightless Dream short poem

Ignorant of limit, free of bond Virtuous foolishness, night-less dream All pervading, all purifying You are the pounding of the heart And the gushing of the blood You are the pain of separation And the exhilaration of tryst The sighs,

Puberty: Why Do You Give Us So Much Trouble?

Puberty: Why Do You Give Us So Much Trouble? short poem

Puberty A time of confusion It feels like a delusion With no coordination No organisation Puberty A time to love and hate You grow at an alarming rate Many need someone to help motivate Others are a little bit late

Caravan Of Moonlight

Caravan Of Moonlight short poem

She walks the mystic shoreline Tides and seagulls Clouds lift the curtain of pain Rain and fog gone like decades I find her waiting for my dreams Dreams of fire to warm my lonely world Unfurled hearts with eyes bright

Truth Has More Risk

Truth Has More Risk short poem

‘As telling lies Is dangerous, To it, you Have to be averse! ‘ Parents, teachers And society Made me, cherish This mentality. Along the age road The hardest way a new Lesson I did upload. Awaits those, More risk The

Fairy Godmother

Fairy Godmother prose poem

Can you hear her voice calling out your name? Whispering in your dream to come and play the game Come to me my angel it’s time to take a ride Place your head inside the loop and we will surely

I Love…

I Love... short poem

I love… Paris in the summer, Bombay in the rains Cotton candy clouds, trees drooping over river bends Rickety trains, Topsy-turvey roller coasters Mountain mists, seeing the ocean meet the sky Rainbows (even without the pot of gold), loud thunder

A Prisoner Of Freedom

A Prisoner Of Freedom short poem

I believed I was free, Then I learned of norms, Of perceptions about me. Traditions held me back, Where my spirits soared, Turning my soul so black. Love came with shackles, An inheritance of beliefs, Trapped in social tentacles. They

Freedom At Midnight

Freedom At Midnight prose poem

Our country got long awaited Freedom at Midnight on 14th Aug. 1947 When the world was sleeping We were awake and joyous In celebrating the Freedom All the pains and sorrows Got subdued at that moment We cherished and enjoyed

She Is The Light

She Is The Light long poem

Glinting off an orchestra Fully transported within A furioso movement Composed by a German maestro As experienced By a deaf orphan boy Who wandered Into the palace of arts. Enticed by firelight And the scent of cinnamon All those castaway

For Chinua

For Chinua elegy

A seven gun salute for CHINUA A star among stars The big tree has fallen But nature I blame For such a blunder. I know you look down Up there Your footprint still draws breath Yesterday your legacy I saw

Torturous Spring

Torturous Spring short poem

You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day, Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines, Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer, I went out

Journey of Life

Journey of Life short poem

Journey of life, highs and lows Treading on with smiles or woes Love, laughter, scares and screams All in tow we pursue dreams Disillusioned, hope we seek Keep faith, when prospects seem bleak Often life seems a battle without a

Avalon

Avalon long poem

Well and as night turns into day I walk the three star path just like I did way back when, when Merlin was a young man in trainin’… a lot has changed since then but it’s still paradise like it’s

The Twinge

The Twinge short poem

Old wretched feeling stares in face again A stab with intensity of same chronic pain Attempt to disregard hopelessly turns vain Enduring is only salve for alleviating strain Since none to relate to acceptance must learn Agony stays constant deep

Grief

Grief short poem

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage You are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind, screaming out and then Silence…. Grief  wins You surrender Allowing grief the

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace short poem

Just an infinitesimal trace of light there Like a candle grown dim at the foot of the stair, Just the whisper soft motions of long, long ago That have dwindled away in the candles’ soft glow. Just the dawn calling

Love Or Pain!

Love Or Pain! short poem

My love, We are like cats & dogs, We no longer see eye to eye, Always complaining about everything, Our house is now a courtroom, Cases that never end, Only a judge is missing, Tell me something my love, Is

A Strayed Straw

A Strayed Straw short poem

I am like a strayed straw Wind may take me along Life is like a beggar’s bra Before birth is a death song Helplessness is in the breed Which crops up like a seed Nothing is known to me indeed

Awake Into Freedom

Awake Into Freedom long poem

From pass the mountains of old The sun arose in vibrant shine Deep into the ocean and lakes Through trees of thick and dense Into the abode of sleeping souls Waking thoughts into boundless life To tell us of freedom

Unless

Unless short poem

That tribal instinct sits in the denial. Words fly in fog carrying absurd meanings. I was ready for the impeachment. Like a pinned butterfly you lived several times, repeating a dialogue on a mindless thought. From nothing to nothingness, you

Vicious

Vicious short poem

Besieged by dreams that never end Or rebel, because they were forgotten, The despair takes me under her wing. Everything I learned until evening Becomes the seed of the regret that it’s in vain, That I should know it even

Memory Walk

Memory Walk short poem

Wanted to visit old lanes for a mocking bird. A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. Treachery flees from the trees and settles on the white wings of flying swans. No logarithm will stop to watch the invisible numbers

The Lake Awaits

The Lake Awaits short poem

Lying in the lake, it awaits. Anyone can sit and drift on it, but none yet…yet it waits. The boat on the lake. livelihood for some, for some it’s fun the lake recalls seeing tons of them set in the

In Reverse

In Reverse ballad

Every morning that I wake up is the same as the last, my present and future are the same as my past, Laughing in my face It’s never going to change, Leaving me in this same spot, Doing the same

Atmosphere

Atmosphere short poem

I gotta keep going , even if I can’t stay on that one road I will go on and on So even if I am wrong I have people around me that push me back there On my way to