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May 24, 2003
My very own Gothic Poem
(link snagged from <a href="http://www.electricvenom.com/oldvenom/002033.php">Venomous Kate</a>)
Pulled Apart
the night falls with a silent sigh, lost are we.
the emotion for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swept away by your obsession.
all hope must not endure.
your heart beats no more.
how could you abandon me?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we have lost our way.
Create your own poem <a href="http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/poem2.html">here</a>.
Posted by Cate at May 24, 2003 11:09 PM
Comments
Look out, Sylvia Plath!
Oh, I guess she should've looked out quite some time ago. Those ovens can be dangerous, wot?
Posted by: Venomous Kate at May 24, 2003 11:15 PM
Sigh.
You've gone to the dark side. I love it!
Posted by: Da Goddess at May 25, 2003 06:54 AM
Very moody............
Posted by: Jackie at May 25, 2003 07:15 AM
"Dream to life"
life is so real to live in.
but i do not want to live here no more.
i want to live in my dreamworld.
where no one can harm me no more.
where i can be love time after time.
in the real world no one love's me.
i know that some day my dream will be real
and real life will be a dream.
then i will be happy not sad.
but happy forever and ever to i die.
where i live in a big black castle.
where life is so good to me.
and have my wishes come true for me.
where i can be in love.
by,bob roloson
Posted by: bob roloson at August 24, 2003 05:51 PM
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened place as I kneel,
always silent, always in prayer,
frozen here,
waiting.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened flesh.
Blood on a mirror's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this oblivious darkness.
Posted by: gothic_cut666 at October 13, 2003 07:02 PM
this is shit u got it of that goth o matic thing get ur pwn ideads
Posted by: gay person at October 28, 2003 12:46 AM
"Wyrm Spine"
The mountains of the spine
Of the the spineless Wyrm
Hold onto Zir's enemy worm
The gargoyles sit and plan an attack
Hoping to bring upon Zir another comeback
Never again will the Gargoyles snare
Zir will not be fallen
Zir will be there!
Waiting for ye every move
Once will never twice, and make a double
The gargoyles brought their net before
But Zir got out
And sent heads to the floor
The Gargoyle King shall never prevail
As long as we praise
Zir will be there!
Posted by: skatokefalos at October 29, 2003 10:18 AM
gamieste oloi kai gernete kai apo ton kolo xezete eiste oloi moynia kai ton pernetai apo ta aytia
Posted by: gousgounis at October 29, 2003 10:21 AM
Oi gourounes kanoun ta kalitera gamisia giati exoun to kalitero aspro mounaki!! To kapnisma prokalei zofo kai lisa Quick!Arrosteia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Fidel at October 29, 2003 10:28 AM
Geia sas me lene Quick kai meno ecso apo ton Karantino Ag.Paraskeyis! H mitera moy legete Kiki kai exo ena adelfaki ton Fidel! Patera den exw! Prosoxi Dagono olo to kosmo! Eimai o basilias toy Zofou!
Posted by: TerryKoul at October 29, 2003 11:04 AM
Geia sas me lene Quick kai meno ecso apo ton Karantino Ag.Paraskeyis! H mitera moy legete Kiki kai exo ena adelfaki ton Fidel! Patera den exw!Ton efaga! Prosoxi Dagono olo to kosmo! Eimai o basilias toy Zofou!
Posted by: Zofos at October 29, 2003 11:15 AM
hehe thanks for this
now i got something to read for my poetry class :)
Posted by: chris at November 19, 2003 08:34 PM
These are good poems. But please, don't let an internet site do your work. Let your soul do the work. It comes from broken soul.
Posted by: Cait at April 2, 2004 08:22 PM
Your a fucking dumbass thats off of the site deadlounge u just went to create a poem and you put some words in the blank omg and you call that your own
you ppl that think your so gothic and are poetic like that need to die
Posted by: Erik Crots at April 3, 2004 12:25 AM
these "very own poems" are taken frome thewww.deadlounge.com/poetry/poems!!!!
you are busted!!!
Posted by: milo at April 18, 2004 03:35 PM
shadows of death
Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my neck.
It wounds me, and darkly me.
blood drips to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In pain I hang my head
while Death's shadow approaches.
Now alone, my blood falls upon my darkened eyes.
This is death
Posted by: Kimie at April 21, 2004 07:09 PM
I really like poetry a lot, i write poems myself but I don't have a website yet. I expect to get one soon as my son will be helping me
Posted by: online bingo mom at April 30, 2004 05:19 PM
The originals are good. But damn, some people need to get there own material. It's not about going on f***ing 'create your own gothic poetry' sites.. where you click whatever word you want to use...
You have to truley feel it.
Posted by: Ellen B at August 28, 2004 03:06 AM