Tags GOTHIC
(53) Queen Of SpadesA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsTasting a love that is forbidden,I surrender to her dark touch.Knowing that temptation has won.She is called the Queen of spades,And she is playing wi.. |
(54) GirlA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsHey girl I wonder why you do Things that just seem absurd Things that you do to you To make yourself hurt You take a knife and twist And you make a de.. |
(62) They Are ComingA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsThey are coming, getting closerI try hard but can not awakenThey are coming, getting closerThis is no dream, I was mistakenThey are coming, searching .. |
(80) A Crown Of Barbed WireA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsWhen we are left alone in the darkness of the mind. |
The ode of the Unwounded Blade TourniquetA Poem by nishantshah2381Penned on October 14 2007 |
(99) A Crushed RoseA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsA crushed rose lies on the snowBroken petals red like bloodShe lies defeated, a lost glowGrasping thorns that cut her skinHer heart lies hurt and tatt.. |
13 Lets flip the scriptA Chapter by razormuse13..took me a year to finish. writers block is a b***h. |
Soul SacrificeA Poem by Adam M. SnowI speak from a stolen breath, Echo of it lost, on sighs. With night going yonder, My cries filled stagnant air, As tears fall on tainted ground. |
The Siren's SongA Poem by Adam M. SnowOnce upon a midnight wake, A Siren sings, 'Sweet mercy sake' Soothes the hearts O' gentle man, In their yielding peaceful span. |
O' Ye Captain of MineA Poem by Adam M. SnowO' ye captain of mine, In my quarters we dine, Tell tales of a journey once spent. Life on sea across more than me, To the ends of the Earth we sail. |
Voyage to the DepthA Poem by Adam M. SnowWoe unto us, one of many, Yet was not the foe-of any- Unto us the storm crashing tides, But to sail on, voyage to the depth. I envy Seas, whereon we r.. |
Glimpse in Another Man's ReflectionA Poem by Adam M. SnowI woke myself in another man's life. Reflection shown was I yet not I, A glimpse of my lone self strife. My timely age shows me to die. |
Hanging from a Blood Soaked TreeA Poem by Adam M. SnowOne morn as under a great tree I lay, Misery held me in its pain-filled sway. I dreamt of a life where I wasn't numb, Sleepwalking my way toward the d.. |
MasqueradeA Poem by Adam M. SnowHiding our faces, we choose who we are; living the lies, stricken so far. We know not of what is to come- a lowly burn from a shallow numb. |
Love Letter to DeathA Poem by Lucia MorganUnsuccessful black bird,You are a dead man's coat,Black coal in a fire's hearth,Marking time with your residue.You are all men's fear and regret,Their.. |