Scratching she’s under my skin as her tendrils suck into me...
#WritePhoto – Ivy and the Oak
Tag: Dark Poetry
Clarity of Fear
He walks freely in the sunshine On the street and beneath the forest pine To send tingles down the spine...
Red Roses
Blood red petals lie on her white fingers augurs of stains to come and she waits in the twilight for him to come...
The Deadly Pencil
I killed you today I thought it out in fine detail an act carefully planned murder one of that I have no doubt...
At the Gallows
The crowds gathered at the gallows this morn An execution they have come to see As from the rope today a man will swing...
Spark
The darkness of depression holds my hand Embracing me here where I cannot stand And my eyes of tears cannot see the way...
Walking Home
The last goodbye, a doctor said It felt good walking home The snow guiding my way ahead...
Dying Angels
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 100 My soul is defeated and lost in timeAmong cold echoes of karma’s revengeIn endless repetitions of past crimeI’m driven to the edge of existenceTo breathe emptiness and stare in blacknessFor living this life is fate’s penitenceLike a worthless pawn in a game of chessThe church of madness says I’ll go … Continue reading Dying Angels
Even the Snow Fell Black
Form: Italian Sestet On these dark days of wintertideWhen fireside tales turn ghostly grimAnd spirits start their howling groansEven snowflakes shudder outsideStill our glasses full to the brimAs we sit among ancient stones For now the time of deepest nightOf two old guys sharing their talesWhile watching snowflakes turning blackYet by morning they will be … Continue reading Even the Snow Fell Black
Date with Fate
Form: French Sonnet 2 There is a day I know will comeIt could be near, it could be farIt will come like a twinkling starAnd Lady fate will take me homeNo matter where I’ve gone to roamI may not say an au revoirOr complete writing my memoirShe’ll be waiting, a silent drumThat keeps the beat … Continue reading Date with Fate
Stalking Prey
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 89 The corpses lie cold six feet undergroundBut are they dead or just waiting for youA hungry zombie; he waits without soundHe lets you walk by looking at your phoneFollows in the shadows matching your paceEyes on the screen don’t sense you’re not aloneHe bides his time; the hunt is not … Continue reading Stalking Prey
Clone Hunters
I felt their cold hands reaching out for me Demons of the night there as I walked home Stealing my soul before I thought to flee...
Sin Eater’s Supper
And what is this world we have made: Where everyone’s heaven is our sin, The only sin left here is guilt...
Nothing More
My soul is falling into the pits of hell Unexpressed sorrow churned around my pain And in that sorrow drowned the tolling bell...
Gothic Poetry Notes
Gothic or Dark Poetry is an invitation to write the darker side of life and the imagination. It’s an alternative to the sweet and romantic love poetry of Keats or Wordsworth. So, if you feel a need to write about the feelings of someone being there when you are alone, the dark emotions of depression, … Continue reading Gothic Poetry Notes
Sleep Demons
As I sleep my silent fears grow too much Like a giant tiger chasing my soul As in darkness I dread the slightest touch...
Rock-a-Bye
Relaxing by the fire watching her sleep Upon my lap, she’s purring through the night And the night flows softly as dark tears weep...
The Cursed Soul
On blackened wing he hovers in sorrows, He’s caught in fusion of the endless night. Her curse to leave his heart in field’s furrows...
Bread, Mister, Bread
Another night of vivid haunting dreams Of a future beyond hope and despair Of waking up and hearing my own screams...
Cinders
Recalling that morning I can’t forget Acrid fumes of smoke sticking in my throat The fires of hell burning the earth, and yet...
And Ravens Fly
Old buildings have secrets so some would say Whispering between the walls Old souls watching o’er the living tonight...
The Poison Rose
The symbol of your love, deepest red. Forever etched in the rhythm of my heart. A pulsating stigma, a constant reminder...
The First Time
Like sex, I will always remember my first kill, images flash to mind, the hunt, the blade, the thrill. The addiction started, always I hunger for more...
Stretching Sand
A maiden’s eyes gaze out upon the sea Her wistful thoughts wander across the waves As her tawny hair curls on the night breeze...
