Best Dracula Poems
May I dance with you now as ghosts ride with the breeze,
and that witch on her broom flies up high near the moon.
While black cats with green eyes stare at us from the trees,
we'll glide past jack-o-lanterns as we sway and swoon.
This night sky is on fire with the moon's eerie glow;
silhouettes of the treetops and roofs hug the sky.
As the spirits surround us, in darkness we know
we will dance, cheek to cheek, on this night, you and I.
Dance with me, come in close as bats swirl all around;
the night creatures are watching while I hold you tight.
As owls screech, my fangs pierce! Dracula loves the sound
while enjoying this blood feast on Halloween night!
Oh, it's me, don't you see? Blood will seep, time to weep!
Here I am, perfect scam! Fangs pierce deep! Now you sleep!
October 9, 2016
Contest: All Hallows' Evening
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Anapestic Tetrameter
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( I visited the palace of Dracula in the year 2003 while attending The World Congress of Poets)at Iasi, Romania. If anyone interested to view Dracula Castle, I have placed a photo on my photo blog)
Deep in the Carpathian Mountains
Perched atop on a rocky peak
Is the castle of prince Dracula of Romania
But his way to rule was quite unique.
He was a ruler, a researcher, a law-maker
And law-breaker, a lover of a different kind.
His preferred method of torture was impalement
Hammering nails into one’s head,
Hacking of the limbs, burning alive
Cutting of noses and ears,
Mutilation of sexual organs
And last, not the least, boiling alive.
Inhuman cruelty infamous in history
Stake would be forced through the body
Till it immerged from the mouth.
Like a scientist he made research
On to make it slow to die.
Strange were the ways for the welfare of people
And what a way to keep people wealthy
Poor, vagrant, beggars, and the cripples
Were invited for the feast in a great hall.
After the feast, ordered to set fire on the hall.
What a way to solve poverty and over-population!
Dracula had a mistress, a fair one who drove him
To distraction but ready to please this moody man.
Once she told him that she was with a child
Dracula had her examined for veracity of her claim.
When told, she was not with a child he drew his knife
Cutting her open from groin to the breasts
What a strange way to verify the truth and honesty.
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Date: 1-27-14
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place Win
Contest: Castles by Shadow Hamilton
Bat's fang ditches, vampiric disease needs stitches,
as carmine blood seeps, forever now she sleeps
as midnight strikes
Count Dracula
sweeps across the floor
his piercing onyx eyes
locked on his prey
executes with artful grace
his macabre dance seduction
in one captivating swoop
charming the panting victim
she offers it up
as he sinks his teeth
siphoning from the porcelain neck
her ruby essence
AP: 3rd place 2020
SUFFERINGS
stabbed at the dumpling…
cut the head off the chicken
...kitchen staff impaled*
Harker’s tipsiness...
ruddy wine blushes on neck
...teeth marks like fork tines
imagined in dark
mind of Dracula...scheming
closed lips...tongue beating
5/2/2018
*to fix in an inescapable or helpless position
Coffin is where this creepy fellow sleeps
Other people’s blood he likes to drink
Unique teeth – shiny pointed fangs
Naked necks are his tasty midnight snack
Transylvania is his homeland, its soil gives him strength
Darkness is his only friend he works undercover of the night
Real name is Count Vladislaus Dracula
Always avoids eating garlic in his food
Cannot abide a sunny day
Unless he has a wooden stake through his heart he cannot die
Loves to shapeshift into a bat, wolf, dog or fog
Alucard is his name backwards beware he’s cunningly disguised
Jan Allison
29th March 2014
Written for contest ‘Be Bram Stoker for a day’
Sponsored by Darren Watson
~ Awarded 3rd place ~
Dracula was in a fix
Blood and sweets just do not mix
The dentist had no doubt
The fangs had to come out
Goodbye to vampire’s tricks.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 13th April 2014
Contest: Be Bram Stoker for a day
Sponsor: Darren Watson
Placing: Honorable Mention
Count Dracula a haunting figure, through centuries alike
desending on Whitby,an eerly thought, also a shuddering fright
between my hometown Middlesbrough, and the seaside port
the 199 steps to the abbey dwells a frightening thought
Holidaying in Whitby, many times in our youth
the tails of the night stalker,petrifyingly uncoath
tucked up at night, a feeling of surreal
Dracula would hound the streets, lives for the steal
Preying on the vulnerable,gaining all their trust
attacking unexpectedly,for blood that is a must
his black cloak, gaunt profile,terrifying vitality
protruding teeth over over ruddy lips, so remarkably
The Transalvanian terroriser, 400 years ago
puncturing the necks of ladies,blood does slowly flow
evidently the Count,his resting place Whitby Abbey
1000`s do attend each year, a gothic ceremony.
1st in contest.
Paul beadnall for :
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "CREATURES" of the Night!
27/8/11
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "MAY MAGIC" (ALL 1ST PLACE WINS)
Dracula was a blood sucking bloke,
Dressed in a flowing, black cloak.
If you looked into his eyes,
You'd be hypnotized,
Then he'd sink his fangs in your throat.
9/19/12
Carriage drawn by four black steeds
Zombie coachman no blood to bleed
He is employed by Dracula
Who calls him fondly Tarantula.
Tonight he's on deadly mission
His masters suffering malnutrition
With fangs that ache, desperate for blood
He's practised in art of courtly love.
Tarantula picked up Dracula's date
Dressed to the nines her fate awaits
Beautiful woman if only she knew
Vampires entice and then subdue.
Charming Count's enigmatic smile
Teeth so white he does beguile
Taking her hand at table they sit
He really has most invasive wit.
Weaving his spell she quickly falls under
Satisfied Count made fatal blunder
He turned her into creature of night
She now bedevils him, wanting a bite.
In this world of modernity
The worst curse is poverty
A poor often thought to be
A blur on the high society
For the wealthy assume that
The world is their monopoly
And the poor down trodden
Is for them unwanted tragedy
But who has made the poor
It is unjust indiscrimination
That gave birth to poverty
And all the social alienation
You cannot become a rich if
You don’t know how to suck
The blood of simple fellows
To let them to ground stuck
Count Dracula
Oh how I yearn
To fly high above
In your arms I
Wish to fly in the sky
How I dream each night
That you would suck my
Blood until my body is bone dry
So that I might never die
I want to lie by your
Side until the end of time
Some people might cry
And ask themselves where
Did she go and why
They don’t know
That I went to be
With the dark fellow
That flies.
It’s Count Dracula
That makes me sigh.
He’s my kind of vampire guy.
I wish I could wake from this dream to see everything before me.
The clouds, the sky, the birds that sing, a soul in early mourning.
It's raining the same way it always seems to rain.
The street melts beneath my feet,
Asphalt adheres to thoughts that never flew.
Like saying, " Let me hold the door!".
Just to watch it close on you!
I cannot receive those, who cannot see truth.
I cannot read dead letters, when I see them though and through.
As if you're made of glass, I see your future through your past.
They're both filled with cracks and we'll soon be falling fast.
I saw the future play out in a moment that was a dream.
It felt like years,
but only how it seemed.
Dead lullabies pouring over words mumbled by lips that have been sewn shut.
I tried to keep them open,
I swear I loved you so much.
My heart still bleeds from the night you sucked it dry, you stitched it in the night.
Still a vampire in my eyes,
I see darkness in yours.
You've perfected regret inside my heart,
Thanks for blocking out the shame.
This road you've led me down,
Thanks for blotting out the pain.
A day in your life i'm entangled in a storm,
My fingers knotted in your hair,
My arms Bleeding from your thorns.
Someone said Dracula was out
Saw him tearing round about
Fangs protruding from his mouth
He was chasing women galore
Kept them close to his front door
Kissing them till they asked for more
Once his blood lust was complete
He left their necks so very neat
No one knew that he had thought them sweet
Now we wait for another year
Frightened when the time will be near
But really girls you have nothing to fear
He will woo you as you enter
Wonder who has been his mentor
Because he only likes the female gender
I'm Dracula and a creature of the night.
I suck people's blood when I bite.
Vampires don't die, I'll be the Prince of Darkness for eternity.
Getting a stake through my heart or being in sunlight are the only things that can kill me.
I can fly when I turn myself into a bat.
I love to kill and you'd better believe that.
I will drink all of your blood if we come face to face.
People want to kill me because what I do is a disgrace.
When I drink people's blood, I always suck them dry.
A man just put a stake through my heart and now I will die.
(This poem is based on the novel that was written by Bram Stoker.)