Best Vampires Poems

I walk; carry the weight of the sands, dust particles of gold
Beneath, lay the tomb, resurrected in chamber of seven
Headed snake, guarding the abandoned soul of Princess Tamara
From Hanaring, the city of guardian angel
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IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
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The word that ignited my incombustile mind,
I raised then the marasmus jowl upward
And opened my sutured mouth.
Eyes were cascading the caged fervour
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Ripples of pain weave circles round her
Memories sad and stark crucify her
At night she encounters mindless phantoms
Vampires who come to suck her blood
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Little girls in little blonde curls
In reddish frilly messes
Eat their lunch alone,
Served by brunette waitresses
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Sleeping-bagged in a duplex wing
with fleas, in rock-cleft or building
radar bats are darkness in miniature,
their whole face one tufty crinkled ear
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You might think there’s a creepy castle,
Lost somewhere in time,
You might think it has ghosts all around,
But it’s just in your mind.
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Step into my lair
This cool calm night
Step into my lair
And give into my plight.
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Portrait of my teen days,
Reminiscences of youth,
Image of holiness in her
Youth of my longing heart,
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I rose up as my custom is
On the eve of All-Souls' day,
And left my grave for an hour or so
To call on those I used to know
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People speak of love at first sight
With Vampires, it's love at first bite
But what's it like, beyond the stars,
To fall in love on planet Mars?
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Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
Expose The Wake of Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and Vile-Beasts That Bay
Begone, to Taboo, Grounds, Unhallowed …
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I don't remember when I lost my tenderness
And hardened into a thick shelled adult
No more innocent, no more gullible
Like a snake, I have peeled away my old self
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The New School Prayer

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
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They come,
like hooded serpents from dark holes
with venom in their fangs
ready to snap at.
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You don’t have to pitch a tent
Nor build a house to stay
When thousands wander weary and vexed
Without a home or place to rest,
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It's a haunted shadowy night,
Sailing in my dream boat
I intensely try to glide through
The rough patches and murky sights,
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To-night I tread the unsubstantial way
That looms before me, as the thundering night
Falls on the ocean: I must stop, and pray
One little prayer, and then - what bitter fight
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I

Je suis triste quand je vois l'homme.
Le vrai décroît dans les esprits.
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Strangely enough
This world is ridden
With vampires
Vampires not interested
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I thought I was talented,
Writing about vampires as much as I did.
In fact, I thought I could write poetry
About anything at all.
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Rock the city that sleeps on Ravi
Rock the city that has absorbed the shocks
Rock the city and let not it shed a tear
Vampires' nails clutch the hearts out
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AND NOW THE GODDESS with attention sweet
Turns to the GNOMES, that circle round her feet;
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Your eyes are dark
They hide your darkness within
Waiting to ousted
Your lips red like a rose
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I see grim War, a bestial thing,
with swinish tusks to tear;
Upon his back the vampires cling,
Thin vipers twine among his hair,
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I see a sea of heads walking on a fast lane.
Dreadful dreadlocks like a Nazarite with sturdy arms.
Hell has been let loose, the gates of Hades is broken and the fiendish underlings are unleashed on our world.
Patience is a word that does not exist in their lexicon.
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This will look at the history of the human race and the dark story of its preoccupation with blood. Bloody blood.
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In her way she encircled him

told him in their talk the night before
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Never turn back
And  look at your sides
Many are there like vampires
You have to move forward
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Vampires that feed on blood from the vein,
that blister from the warm summer sun,
that rip you alive until you feel no more pain,
that oblige their innocent victims to run.
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Ι do often remember those flames
crazing in playful cracking laugh,
to whistle, fizzle and quarrel,
in threatening talks with each other, complot
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Halloween & Birth:

A child's birth may involve suspense, fear, pain & BLOOD.
And it may seem, to mom, dad, and/or baby, a FLOOD, an
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NEVER EVER FRIGHTEN THE MEAL

I amuse her
with ordinary facts
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When I ask others what they believe they say
"I'm a Christian, Jesus is my saviour"
"I'm an atheist, when I die I lie in a hole"
"I'm a Buddhist, I believe in peace"
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Slight headache now is a vortex of discomfort in which I am
twisting and turning as pressure increases, all sense of res-
ponsibility lost, forced to visit a doctor for antibiotics to com-
bat infection or whatever is wreaking such havoc
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Lxxi

Lead me deep into the wilderness of solitude
Till I reach the sanctuary of virtues and peace
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velvety-soft voices piercing through your skin
atrocious smiles from ear to ear as they pursue you
miracle workers in their supernatural magicks
pleasure to the human senses
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Come to think of it, I might be a vampire,
I can’t eat garlic nor stand the sun’s heat;
but do vampires sing - maybe I’m an under-
cover phantom – my mind is scarred enough
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is a reality check wall crack
sometimes takes years
to find what exactly they're suffering from
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As ghosts and ghouls descend on the U.S.,
I offer a November Showcase, nothing less.
[I was referring to our Halloween festivities,
which (witch?) are not among ALL Americans'..............proclivities.]
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Come taste my lips
I'll bite your neck
Come take my hand
I'll taste your blood
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What? Are we the humans, angels?
Noo! Vampires in disguise which
tries to suck all living blood at night.
I tried to feel the wolves instead of bite
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The children were shot dead
The mother, in fury, said
These pieces of my heart
Should cry and I stand apart
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If you have
time to throw
away
If you have
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They,
Lie
As they say,
'Hello'
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A WORD TO PARASITES
Some spend themselves though never groan
Whilst Jesus' sheep they feed
They deem God's money not their own
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I love when, with BIG needle, …….my vein is STRUCK by a "tech".
I assume the thought of THAT ……makes some others a wreck.
Each quarter of a year my wife allows me …..to give SOME blood,
but she limits me to one pint; I'm not allowed to …..give a flood.
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Thunder booms through valleys deep,
lightning splits the sky.
Tonight the moon hangs blood red,
a disembodied eye.
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Indifferent to a world in agony,
The drunken wasters crowd the cabaret,
Whose midnight orgies end but with the day.
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Like vampires stealing children,
Slavers slip through the dark shadows of the night
Hunting for the innocents
Before the dawning of another days’ light
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Vampires
Some good and some bad.
Mystery surrounding them.
Hunting under the moonlight.
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They Kill..........
In The Night They Come Out......
To Drain Us Dry.......
We Fight Back.......
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Darkness spreading
Like the roots of a cancerous disease
Eating up life and sucking blood
Life giving up
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WHERE in flat time,
where marbles turn
to gold, and vampires
fill their canteens
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Those who betray their
Country,
Are the lowest of the low!
They suck the blood
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The writers room
Where money doesn't matter
Where stories are spun
From white watery deserts
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Somehow I would like to live a life I am not really living
through my poetry. Because sometimes, I feel like I am
not really living at all. That this was some sample life, some
tester for me to understand something quintessentially fallen
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What kinds of truth is known to me
I do not know
In the deaths news by air media,
In fear of the new disease
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Let's pretend
Life isn't painful
And, love conquers all
Let's say;
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The cold wind had swept away the kind hearts,
The vampires had occupied their peaceful mind,
With terror and fear in each eyes,
Blood shattered all over the place,
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Spooks, spirits, eeks and shrieks, werewolves, vampires and black cats
All Hallows Eve is the night to worry about that.

The bright harvest moon casts down its eerie orange glow
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In the elevator in the midst of winter
One doesn't expect the smell to linger
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The clock strikes twelve sonorous chimes.
The witching hour of midnight is here
the best of times the worst of times.
That vampires love and humans fear.
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The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
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Vampires,
Living off the sweat, the blood of the people.
Feudal lords, is anything different for your serfs?
Manipulated and strangulated,
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What if there was a world
That was in full reverse
Where flowers pollinated bees
And aliens were the abductees
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Poverty-
Now you are knocking the sophisticated door of poetry
Like the day-breaking light you have touched everything
Filed to wood, pond to port, road to road your screaming
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Sharp, venomous arrows of neurotic pain:

A horrible pain spreading through the veins!
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Hey Johnny! Why so forever glum,
Is it because of where you dwell.
Where the people are never friendly
And make your life a living hell.
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My eyes go black
My heart goes cold
Skin turns pail
But I age not old
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O Earth! O star of sorrow! at thy breast
What vampires have had sustenance of thee!
From thy dark womb what furies have gone free
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Halloween and All is Well
but for those Poor Souls
who rot in Hell,
brought to Life in Festive Attire-
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My verdict of vengeance,
toothache of a venomous snake,
the questions of the mindless thought
where is the winner of all wars fought?
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The vampire kids all turned each other to vampires
The zombie kids walk around depressed
While the vampire kids take their anger out on them
And each other
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We know that writers can transform their characters
from zeros to heroes, but not always themselves.
When I write nice little poems, it's because
I enjoy them and want others to enjoy them.
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Not a study or a den, but El Florida
as my mother called it, a pretty name
for the room with the prettiest view
of the lipstick-red hibiscus puckered up
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Welcome to the world within your mind
Throughout the various layers within
This construct you will find disturbing
Sights and fancied flights unnerving
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1. HOOLET

I am the hoolet in the tree
I like moosies fur ma tea
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Black is considered the opposite of white......
White is considered the compliment of black

Black is “bad”… while white is “good”......
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So beautiful
Yet dangerous
So mysterious
And deadly
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1. The Puddock

The puddock hunkers on his hurdies
Sittin on his dowp.
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Behind every girls drawer there’s a rainbow
Hiding a beautiful monster
Dyeing their hair like a chandelier
Sucking blood from an imagination
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Each day just when the sun goes down,
And there is no one else around,
Is when the vampires comes out to play;
But really, she is hunting prey.
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I see the moon, the moon sees me but she sees more than I can see.
I am earth bound I cannot fly but she serenely floats on high
and bathes world in silver light. Which can relieve the darkest night.
She grants to all men equally, sufficient light for them to see.
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Disguised to look like you, me
Vampires, hungry for our soul
Create their version of reality
Thieve what makes us whole
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Bats in the belfry
Vampires at rest
Waiting for nightfall
The time they like best
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The grown-up worst of trick or treat
Has naturally come to pass.
Parents must now x-ray each sweet
For razor blades and broken glass.
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1.Simmer’s End: Deeside

The Dee lies smeeth’s a kelpie’s keekin-glaiss
The swallin rose-hip skirps the brae wi reid
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Blood on blood
makes everything go black.
But why then,
does black on black
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Oh God! Oh Ishwar! Oh Allaha!
spare all human beings
from untold miseries
from pain, anguish and agonies
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There's this girl.
She's crazy and can get pretty wild
But is actually really calm and quiet and deep.
She hates hurting anyone in any way, to the extreme.
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Halloween does not frighten notthe goblins and ghouls
lost souls wailing banshees nor the headless spectre that walks the bloody tower.
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Upon this night the monsters roam
In search of wicked tricks or treats
They knock on doors of every home
Ravenous for scrumptious sweats
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What about her?

I, poet, have a heart different.
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Variance

Stand and burn the hills in Sun's light.
Wells, Cisterns can be filled with blood.
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On my wall

It is hard to have seen
And be forced: "Act blind! "
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I laugh at the morning fog
because it must fail
it conceals for a moment
good and evil
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Rock and roll and rhythm
Keep that hot beat simmerin‘
Rock and roll and rhythm
Well I was brought up to be nocturnal
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our life is just an exhibition
to showcase our fake prestige and status
we easily fall prey to envy and jealousy
the blood sucking vampires, happily invade us
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