There are many of them, not precisely my favorites but some are quite good. the following is one I like: Poet:Marko Sinadinovic, Serbia Categories:Gothic Poems & Dark Poems, Depressing Poems, Death Poetry ROSE GARDEN I wish to die before I wake, So as not to sift through another day, So as not to guess the eyes of hate, And to not feel so torn, Through my morning walk As I stare at the roses face, In my hallucination, in my hopeless dreams. The rose's petals fade and fall, Only to remorselessly impale themselves (Without hunger, or heed of my call) Upon its stem's circle of sharp green thorns. The petals unbloom, the thorns retract (In its darkness, during a mysterious winter) I reach for the redness, I get so close, And the thorns awaken and prick me. Leaves grow over the thorns to stop my fear, But I turn in fear for the unnatural action, Yet I reach toward them still (Afraid I can't adhere) As the thorns unfurl yet again. Internally, eternally, I scream chillingly soft As full moon rises, the acidic confusion Engulfs my psyche and semi-pride, And I become frozen in wilt. The rose, oh so beautiful, stares past me, But not through my eyes, with secret photosyntheses, Calling an encrypt decree Which I feel I must shade from the light To keep my mind away from the poison Which inevitability awaits my eyes. As I continue on my dark morning walk Through the garden of travesty, Hypocrisy and suppression, The rose moves within feet of me (With unknown intentions) As the thorns fear away my fingertips From its soft, silken petals. Its petals, looking so smooth and forgiving, Cannot grow, for the roots and thorns are fused. I sit feet afar, and live only to stare, As I wait for the impossible gardener To dethorn the rose So I can finally touch heaven, And light my dark path. A purr awakens me from this hallucination, As my companion shows me information Which will change my iris for lives to come.

Well there was one I wrote, not sure if it's gothic. GRIM So you've come at last Black robe, face of bone Eyes like tiny stars I laugh in your face. You may be the guide But I am the adventurer You only let me pass You are forever damned The lonliest of all creatures The Grim Reaper