The types of poems i’m looking for are kind of a gothic love, twisted fairytale or a dark style that really get a person thinking and looking at things differently.

They don’t need to be by anyone famous like Robert Frost but just so people know i need them for school and i will not claim any for my own….i tend to lack in the poetry department ^.^"

I like Bad Religion, in terms of it reflecting my social political "beliefs."

I like Faith and the Muse for it’s poetry and beauty, though I’m neither gothic nor Pagan…

How about the rest of you?
Gay Witch Abortion…hmmm…I like it… it’s about as offensive a name to the religious right as one could possibly come up with…

Mine is Gothic and doom metall For the poetry of lirycs the force of the voice and the harmony of the music

Honestly, at times, I feel as if I’m totally unwanted; as if no soul in the world has a liking to me. Depression is a fitting word in that sense of my state of late, but I’m not really depressed. I’m in the middle ground; sad, but happy simultaneously. I want someone my age to love, but at the same time I’m content with my life. At this time, I’m asking you just whats wrong with me!? Trust me when I say I do NOT boast. I’ve been told that I’m handsome young man, intelligently structured, mentally matured, old for my age, I look older than I am, I write excellent poetry…I’m not going to continue on that list simply because thats not what matters to me. Since day one of my life, I’ve always wanted someone to care for, but never have I had anyone who truly cared for me. Is the fact that I wear black dim my appeal to others? I’m not gothic. OR, is it because I’m half asian half american!!?!?! I’m not sure to what extent you can answer this question, but would you (honestly) take me?
For anyone who might want to contact me, my email adress is manslayerspartan@yahoo.com. I know that Yahoo!answers does’nt always give the most room. I’d love to chat.

I wnat to be a writter… it’s all i can do and all i ever do or think about, i live for my poetry, and am currently writting a gothic novel. everyone thinks im crazy because i talk to myselg in a crazy whisper, all my poetry is dark, and i dress like poet, in dark clothes and scarves. i don’t know ami crazy because i write, or do i writ ebecause i am crazy?? and it seems like all famous writters were insane

i need to write a 4 stanza poem about the art work AMERICAN GOTHIC, im horrible at poetry and i was wondering if anyone could come up with one for me, or help me come up with some lines

thanks

im giving her a notebook of drawings and poetry ive done for a few months for her and i cant think of a present ): shes into more gothic or scence things i was going to get her a studded belt but she has like every color possible lol any ideas?

i was wondering who would like a weekly emial of Gay pride poems involvi ng hate love fear rejection need want desire and passion. just te3ll me the style of poem if you want and ill email you in a werek of a poem.

i also write truly dark christian poems heavily infulenced in gothic style poetry
just emial me at minds_3eye_i_posses@yahoo.com with a reply for the poems.
here is a example done in thew style of the poetry wich most of the bible tasles were written in.

The force unseen
Thre force unsaid
hate is a sweet sorrow
from all blood thats bleed
a trickle of drops
i lie down dead
from the hate unseen
from the hate unsaid
(C) copyright

I think being goth goes way beyong the black clothing and eyeliner. Here’s the thing like most goths, I was the outsider that no one wanted, didn’t have many friends, I write dark poetry, I like goth metal and dark metal music, i love fantasy art (fairies, vampires, old century architecture ect.) my favorite colors are black and pink and white. I think about death all the time, mostly suicide and i constantly envision the funeral i would have, I LOVE THE DARK!!!!! I stay in my room in the dark all night, i hate the day. but the only thing is i really don’t dress goth. i wear black occasioanlly but i wear hollister ect. so would (technically speaking) would i be considered goth??
btw im not 13 im 19

It’s in the wee hours at Denny’s, and I’m at table five,
Pondering without her, what’s the use to be alive?
My life is full of emptiness, my heart full of dispair,
blacker than my eyeliner, I’m bluer than my hair.

For what use on this mortal strand to wander so alone,
I would start a gothic band, but I’ve no microphone
Even this denied to me, I wallow in my angst
and a double order of twisty fries, for which I grunt my thanks

the waiter, Manny, stares at me and my pierc-ed nostril
I glare back and grit my teeth, in a manner hostile
No one understands but she. No one else is able.
Oh, there she is at table three. I was at the wrong dang table.