gothic poetry. help pleaase?
Hi.
Do you guys know about more gothic poets besides edgar allan poe??
thanks in advance 
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Williom Butler Yeats
Gottfried Benn (fav) look up "A Fine Childhood"
Edger Lee Masters
Matthias Claudius,
Poem……………………..…
Death speaks………………………
Yesterday death came knocking on my door,I was angry I refused to speak to her
But the stubborn lady, wanted to tell me something more.
listen dear, Kings & queen, mighty & tall
rich & poor, in front of me they all fall.
even the great Alexander was defeated by me,after conquering all
i m the beginning, i m the end,
surely life is gonna betray you one day,
i m your faithful friend.
life is an illusion, it’s fake
i m the one who is real,
ignoring me is mistake.
hide & I will find you, run & I will catch you
i told her you are an unexpected guest, why are you here,
surely my time has not come yet,surely the end is not near,
There are plenty of things that I wished to do,why should I fear.
i have come here to take you to my place,
where there is Almighty waiting for you
whom we all have to face.
there is no darkness there, there is only light
pain & suffering cease to exist there, such is my might.
thankfully she has returned leaving me in peace ,but i don’t know how long
i can keep her away,
she has promised, she will return to embrace me in her arms
& take me to her place one day.
I made it just now.
look on http://www.poetryamerica.com
then just look up sad ones or something. a lot of the love ones are sad. and well a lot of them are sad. there just random people writing them or people steeling other peoples poems but there still good.
http://letmegooglethatforyou.com/?q=gothic+poets
Not sure of any, do u like this though:
Twisting in carnage that binds my hands, awaiting the moon’s selfish glance
In a world of lies, I find myself able to realize, the truth that leaks through everyone’s eyes. The truth which is the tail of their souls, the truth that seeks to tear a part of my soul, to take within itself to be whole yearning for the love I hold, to bad I’m too much to hold. In their bodies I’ll grow, waiting for the chance to become gold, gaining strength to accept my prophesied goal.
Foolishly I wait for them to know the reason I’ve let them go, wishing to go, yet fearing it so. The trust I’ve giving to “hoes” the trust I’ve left out for pros
In this twist of fate, I accept my rage. The redness seen has left me green, In this time of trouble I find myself locked in a bubble. “Protect, honor, be true” written on the walls within, “beware, don’t trust, why” are the words lingering in there. My eyes defiled by lust, “why did you accept such duty”, a mogul says. “Beware the cursed” my fangs say.
Read These Old Bones by Daniel C. Nielsen