by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
blessing, grief, rose,
Thousand and one Nights
Gothic and Romanesque rose
I call to the Earth
The Moment has come
The Choice is no longer mine
By goodness and Love
01.01.2016
A-L Andresen :)
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, death, gothic, introspection, lost love, love hurts, romance,
Alone
Under stone
The road ends here
Grave of bones
I reached out to caress
The past, and her sweet heart so blessed
Tears water down flowers, that one day shall wilt
For even they, gave up on loves bloom
I have been devoid of heart long ago
Dead to the living
Living for the dead
Love does that, so do not dread
She, who stole the essence of me,
Where ever she shall be buried
My bones may lie over yonder
My heart lies heavy, with the phantom of she
The past burying all, to the one and last
Says I
Alone under grey washed gravestone
At long last
Père Lachaise
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
beauty, cute love, grave, humor, obituary,
Took me the breath of all my life
A soul mate who could consume my heart wither a smile
I found that Gothic girl after dark
A little to late to consummate
I lie in waiting with a dead round smile
Empty eyes and a lot of guile
I found a girlfriend even if late
We lie together
Frigid is our state
by Justin Bordner |
Categories:
gothic, i miss you, love,
I remember when our love was simple
a preamble to the heart tremble and the gods' gamble
when we didn't owe each other anything and our artistry meant everything,
we were free of hope and suffering, living on the feeling of belonging to love rising,
We made a lexicon of lightening and splendor of thunder
rendezvoued in the sharp rain of rage and grew gold roses in rebel's plunder,
taught truth not to bet on beauty but to bite into the meat of rugged reality, to taste our mettle,
you became the priestess of my noetic eyes, and I, the priest of your poetic pain, we were miracle -
J.A.B.
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
death, gothic, humanity, imagination, poetry,
Flowers
Flagrant Inspiration
Spring rains soft
Love strolls
Black death
Dancing
Butterflies singing
Life a flutter
Songs only beginning
Black Death
Frolicking gardens
Beer flowing in fountains
Youth teases, curves and tinsel
Three angels in the corner, sleeping
Black Death
Tranquility
Softer than feathered pillows
Peacefulness
The final glimpse through wrinkled curtain
Black death
Rose’s red
Ring around the rosie
Skipping glee abounds
Yet over there in the closet
Black death
The path in the forest
Dark and misty
Winding and twisty
Maps hold no comfort nor key
Black death
The last
The final
The end
Inside the darkness
Until.........
by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories:
anger, future, happiness, horror, journey, sea,
What is the point, what is the reason
For a new beginning- fresh Genesis?
To grow, expand; explore new regions,
And find the path that leads to Bliss?
What will come; what is to be?
(Such a fleeting, elusive answer!)
Who could Love this Monster in Me-
A Creature full of Hate and Anger?
Mary Shelley- her gothic Horror,
With Percy drowned at Sea!
I am my Soul's sole Explorer-
A Journey through Eternity...
by Diana Bosa |
Categories:
absence, blue, dark, gothic, heartbreak, lost love, time,
Breaking the habit by breaking the heart
inch by inch, gaze by gaze: it's
a dark matter of time.
by Reva Mae |
Categories:
lovedark, dark, love,
Something lurks in the dark
He's somewhere behind me,
and I have his heart,
but is this where he suppose to be?
The love flows around
his hands caress my skin
I truly want him
until the very end.
Darkness surrounds forever,
and even when we together,
Truth be told that I could never
be somthing valuable to him.
We have dark hearts,
we have dark souls,
our love stands together,
while we kiss forever.
by Valerie Bellefleur |
Categories:
satire, me, me,
Hallmark moments:
I like your face
Your flaxen hair
Your remind me of
My old grey mare
You skin is soft
Your eyes are blue
But I hear you wear
A size twelve shoe
I see your mother
In your face
Remind me not
to forget my mace
You are a special
love, my hon
If only you didn't
weigh a ton
You are the fairest
of all maids
Its such a shame
You gave me Aids
Your Gothic look
and tasty lips
Make me want
to bring my whips
You left me on
that April day
I never dreamed
You might be gay
You made me
swoon
You made me sigh
I never thought
you were a guy
by Beatrix Macabre |
Categories:
art, beautiful, care, deep, emotions, extended metaphor, feelings, first love, gothic, inspirational love, longing, love, meaningful, metaphor, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, romance, romantic, romantic love, sea, soulmate, storm, water, weather, words, write, writing,
Sailing the seas of life, we find ourselves adrift, carried away with no compass or map to guide our way.
Our bodies, two vessels destined for collision on the jagged cliffs of the fray, ensnared by death’s velvet chains bound our amatory embrace.
Shipwreck that leaves us both in the auroral abyss, lachrymose tide drops two ebb us away, but we chose not to fade.
I’ll hold you sapphire sanctuary of solace,
living or stuffed euphrosyne, my ensnared.
Our kiss connects, waves dissolve, waxen effigy
surrendering its form, boundaries blurring ravenous hunger for kisses pulled us through the thunderstorm.
Beloved, promise me, you won’t let go.
by Blake Holland |
Categories:
addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,
The innocence is transfusing
and overturning
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging
by Justin Bordner |
Categories:
gothic, heart, nature, women, endurance,
When a woman is just a woman
the world waits not for her wishes and woes
It seeks to rape the rose of her youth and ravage her assertive reason,
she must become more than mortal meat, she must rise to where hot spirit flows
accelerating the bloodletting of her zen into a hostile zeitgist, she makes endurance a weapon,
the gestation of her gestalt confronting the civil and savage alike, sharp beauty is all she knows
becoming a love hunter with no remorse, womb driven, wasting no color of season,
learning to weep over the bones of bastards, to scream through shadows,
reaping light from simple eyes, heart uncommon
Eve believes God as she grows -
J.A.B.
by Kamirynnand Chance |
Categories:
emo, friendship, giggle, gothic, happiness, islamic, love,
Kamirynn is pretty
And Chance is very awesome
Chance loves Kamirynn
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
gothic, imagery, introspection, paris, philosophy, sad love,
Into the night I marched
Into deaths grip I fell
Musical notes running after me
Violins weeping afterwards
Stars fading into matter
Nothing matters without love
Lights shine over there
Can I reach or do I dare?
I can’t get out of this repressive chair
I can’t stand the people whom stare
My mind is all wrapped in shrouds
Hiding within the skies dark clouds
My smiles stolen by royalty golden
Now my tears flow as I weep
Is there any hope to keep?
Or am I doomed to deaths grip so deep
Gargoyles yelping for their fare
Me, dangling from the air
Aurore are you there?............
by Winsome Miller-Rowe |
Categories:
color, devotion, emotions, funny love, gothic, halloween, scary,
How bright your eyes of cerulean blue
Look out from your porcelain face my dear
I saw those ivory teeth and I knew
That crimson blood would be flowing right here
Your cloak matches your obsidian brows
Absinthe is the green the grass we lie on
Love burning like charcoal as we carouse
Making our love last way before the dawn
Your sable hair reminds me of honey
And I crush my lips to yours oh so soft
I know that this is better than money
But do you agree? I noticed you coughed
Ash of roses the color I evoke
Before leaving you in a puff of smoke
by Simona Dancila |
Categories:
art, autumn, beautiful, gothic, image, love,
the rain becomes autumn
and autumn becomes rain
there is a Gold Surviving System
(GSS) around the brain
with unexpected creatures
who lift the modern burden
of being so involved
in glass rotating hours
curriculum vitae sleep
and we call this LOVE
and we fall in a drop
among yellow leaves.
www.simonadancila.com
by Rosemarie Rowley |
Categories:
addiction, gothic, moon, mystery, sad love, vanity,
THE B.T.N. (BETTER THAN NOTHING) LOVE
If I had faced then the lonely hall,
The black entrance into my own absence
If I had not lifted the phone to call
Each acquaintance, would I be so tense
But my urge to love and live is so immense
These cradling arms of plastic only stale
And I am ridiculous and intense
And all rejection like a ragman’s bale
With waves of pain beating on the wall
Crying to someone, somewhere, to speak sense -
My questionable right to love you all
Somehow in absence, seems that more intense,
Yet can be measured in this dying squall,
As I am waiting for your questioning call.
by Paul Clements |
Categories:
body, dark, death, french, gothic, love hurts, sensual,
I love your naked body
A canvas for my claws
In the midst of pain and pleasure
Your bound to do it all
From the ripping of the flesh, La petite mort
You feel the little death
Only one rose knows your name
But the thorns are why you came.
by Michelle Born |
Categories:
art, beautiful, beauty, dark, fantasy, gothic, humor,
I have always been drawn to Gothic art
It doesn't mean that I play the part,
The art to me is dark and has fantasy all in one
Like Anime art that is really fun,
I guess we all have that dark side that is not revealed
But, trust me my love for Gothic art is for real,
It's a cool world all on it's own
And that fact that I did a page where my love for goth art is being shown.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
by Colin James Platt |
Categories:
death, earth, faith, gothic, religion, sorrow,
End of life
When will it be?
What is life?
Who can tell me?
Surely the church would know
In its high and mighty stature
Towering above the city in splendor
Sharing its love for those in need
Keeping its knowledge from those who read
Forgetting the poor if need be
Remembering the rich for its own greed
Who can explain the unending need of man for God?
Spirit will soar above the spires of men
Destined for who knows where or when
Can man remain upon the Earth
when fire and flood will someday come
We are but seconds in the days of life
Destined to die in mortal strife
God in his wisdom high above
Looks down on us with his perfect love
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
beautiful, books, god, heart, heaven, perspective,
She contemplated life
Love
Quantum physics and religion
La raison d'être
The fact she could not cook
Her knowledge all well balanced on top of her head
Yet there she was puzzled
Of life and the dead
The whys and what’s
The how’s and the when’s
All that is not known
The library after all so Gothic and vast
In contemplation she began to mentally fast
There was one book though
In the midst of them all
About lovers and love
About the depth of it all
They called it Art
Arthur Vaso's tell all
Of passion and reason
Of intellectual treason
Her gaze exposed the whole in her heart
Imagine from a book
She discovered a new Art!
by Mary Rotman |
Categories:
allegory, dream, gothic, lust, mythology, sensual,
My incubus, dark visitor,
draining my love by night,
spurning the day;
Yours is the shadow time when
hypnotic kisses
declare love and make promises
that dissolve with
approaching dawn.
My lover, my vampire,
shed night's mantle
and share with me the day.
Face the sun
if you dare.
by Michelle Born |
Categories:
art, clothes, color, dark, evil, fashion, gothic,
When you like goth it doesn't mean your Gothic
It just means the art and cool pics are authentic,
I love the black with a little color is really cool
Now if you are a 100% goth and wear bright colors you will look like a fool,
Being goth makes you seem on the dark side
But, if you love it then don't hide,
How you feel or how you like to dress
Just be who you are and then you don't have to confess,
That all whom are in to goth are not in to evil
So have fun and play the role that you want to reveal.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
by Reva Mae |
Categories:
love, wedding,
Today is the day.
A day we've been waiting for.
Cause in a few hours.
I will be all yours.
Red roses are everywhere,
and even in my hands.
Walking down the aisle.
Wearing black, not white.
Something that fits out lifestyles.
Something so unique.
We say our vows as we promise our lives as one.
We stand in front of families and friends.
We touch each others hearts,
and we seal a kiss for it all.
We dance in the moonlight to a song about death,
because we know our love will go on.
Our hearts , our souls are beautiful treasures,
and we will protect each other through it all.
by Mustapha Mohammed |
Categories:
romance, sensual,
Theres a fire burning upon midnights creek
The symphonic melodies of natures beat
Under a thousand stars the nights entranced
My love,my love please spare me this dance.
On this road where two hearts are unfold
Together as one as the night grows old.
One life to live but this love to die for
Please spare me this dance I do implore.
Shed not those mournful tears lonely down
On the white musk rose on dewy ground.
Feedest your soul within this gothic romance
My love,my love please spare me this dance.
When I look into your eyes the stars unfold
The heavens in bright on bedarkened world
Oh if I should die within this trance
My love,my love please spare me this dance.