Woe, Woe, Woe your boat.

Goth poetry is unlike any other form of poetry in existence. It neither has to scan, or make any real sense. Before we get started you need to understand the difference between Gothic and Goth writings.

Gothic writings: These are dark brooding pieces usually on the frailty or stupidity of man.
Goth writings: Pieces which allow you to experience the same state of mind as the writer... ie. after reading one page you will either want to kill the writer or yourself. some examples will be here at some point (if you get the chance, the former is alway a better option)

Now we have distinguished (which means that I can ignore them) gothic writings (well, I'll have to say read Stoker, Shelly, Tinky Winky and Poe). But I digress.

Presentation - All Goths know that a website must be red on black. with those oh-so-gothique animated bloodbar gifs separating eace masterpiece.

The subject matter - All Goths must write about something that is dear to their hearts. Something that can evoke an infinite amount of passion. So, if you are a proper Goth, you will know exactly what to write about. Yourselves

Yes, all Goth poetry revolves around the only shining star in the night sky, The One True Goth. The ache of being the only worthy person in the whole human (or even better Vampyre/Vampire/Vamphyre/however you think it should be spelt) race.

The Style - Here, you have the ability to apply some artistic licence. It is a common misconception that Goths are unhappy all the time, somedays they are angry. So, you have the choice of mornful or agressive. Lets start with mornful.

I wandered alone,
Lost in an eternal void,
Destitute and broken.
will someone help me?

Individually this is not too terrible. But remember, quantity over quality. You will read (ok see) on average 15.28 of this kind of poem on a website. Also the pretention has gone into overdrive. If you don't spend half an hour looking in a thesaurus for the correct word then it is not Goth poetry. -The first draft was something like this

I wandered alone
Lost in a quite long thing of nothingness.
poor/weak/down-and-out and broken.
will anyone come to my salvation?

The last line was swapped for a less pretentious line because Goths deny salvation. They don't seek heaven or hell. IT DOES NOT EXIST.

These are taken from Sav's Gothic Poetry

SUBMISSION
Your moist, warm breath upon my skin
Ignites a pulsing flame within.
Words can't describe the burn I feel.
My world is false, but you are real.

Rhyming Couplets. Not the best start. At least this isn't Skies and eyes
One lasting taste, one fatal kiss
Will leave me in eternal bliss.
You know your power over me,
So why prolong my misery?

I can't withstand your deadly lure.
My life is yours. Of that, I'm sure.
So when you choose to seal my fate,
It will be worth the gruelling wait.

Nope, no idea I can't really rip this to shreds. It's just abysmal.
I'd carry on and review the next one, but I've lost the will to live.