Witch-Written: 7 Female Poets Who Hexed Us With Their Words
Some women write to soothe. Others write to awaken.
And then there are the ones who write like they’re reaching into your chest, curling their ink-stained fingers around your heart and daring it to beat truer.
These are the literary witches—femme sorceresses whose verses hex, haunt and seduce.
Whether whispering love spells or shrieking grief, the seven poets below didn’t just tell stories, they invoked something deeper.
Ink That Outlives Us: 10 Classic Poems Every Goth Romantic Must Read
Love. Death. Longing that lingers beyond the grave.
There are some verses that do not age. They haunt. They seduce. They outlive.
For the romantic goths who find solace in ruins and rapture in the ache, these are your literary bloodlines.
The poems that read like slow kisses in candlelight, whispered elegies between silk sheets or final confessions scribbled before the blade falls.
These ten works are not merely classics—they are heirlooms. Inked by hands that understood the exquisite sting of being human… and beautifully doomed.
Love Hurts: 5 Poetry Collections That Will Help Heal Heartbreak
Because why shouldn’t the cure be as exquisite as the wound.
There’s something sacred about reading poetry after heartbreak. It’s a ritual in itself—one hand on her chest, the other tracing the curve of verse as if it might contain the secrets of her agony.
These five poetry collections won’t try to fix you. They’ll sit beside you in your silk robe, pour a glass of something dark and hold your hand while black eyeliner-stained tears stain your cheeks.
Because healing isn’t always gentle—and love takes its pound of flesh.
Each book below comes paired with a ritual or scent. Because recovery, like romance, should be decadent.
Notes from the Funeral Pyre: Poems About Grief Worth Memorizing
Because some elegies are meant to be carried in your bloodstream.
Grief takes many forms.
Unfortunately, it’s not linear, pretty, polite, predictable or easy to witness.
But, poetry? Poetry knows how to sit, steadfast, with grief.
In the wake of loss—whether of a person, a love, a dream or a version of ourselves—we often find ourselves without language to articulate the ache we feel.
Poetry becomes the balm and the eulogy. A ritual. A reckoning. A quiet companion when the house has gone still and the mind is in agony.
Below, we’ve curated a collection of beloved verses that know mourning intimately.
Some are meant to be whispered.
Others to be memorized—like spells—to carry in your mouth when memory presses too hard on your ribs and you can’t find words that feel right.