Best Incubus Poems
My incubus, dark visitor,
draining my love by night,
spurning the day;
Yours is the shadow time when
hypnotic kisses
declare love and make promises
that dissolve with
approaching dawn.
My lover, my vampire,
shed night's mantle
and share with me the day.
Face the sun
if you dare.
Mind racing,
quiet, quiet.
Sleep now,
quiet, quiet.
Rest child,
quiet, quiet.
Gentle hand,
shhh, shhh.
I'm here.
shhh, shhh,
Reassuring,
Sigh.
Pounding at the resonant head
of my chest—he of hunger
latches his fangs just beneath my jaw—
not to sever silence, but to pummel poison.
Tissue parts with wet reluctance,
he with need more than malice
burrows into the larynx of what
was once controlled, fearful sound.
Nameless, shapeless he who
with shark-possessed teeth does not ravage—
but infiltrates—peeling cartilage from confession,
mining marrow-thoughts clogged in
curse-traversed trachea.
I am a conduit split open—
voice extracted in ligaments,
fibrous and twitching,
stripped from the cords—
myofibrils separatus tendon.
Nameless, shapeless he!
How does he so musically reshape
what I cannot say?
How does he gut syllables
I do not recognize—
yet still, convince me
they are mine?
With his guiding talons,
my breath comes out red,
heavier than blood—
tastes of steel-bitten soul—
boiled vowels
that never knew air
but somehow rise.
His incantation:
Spiritus somni!
Spits into my mouth—
a blessing—not!
a summons—not!
but a shameful dream behind my teeth
like bruises that speak sermons.
Nameless, shapeless he…
He says I was never mute—
only sealed for some latter doomsday…
And now, with my throat laid open like a shrine,
he listens as I blaspheme
my dream.
INCUBUS: A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women.
A.W. Nutter
The full moon casts a very pale light
Illuminating the demon at your side
His raw scent of nature fills the night
His sexual quest will not be denied
Clothing removed, admiring his prey
As he explores your valleys and curves
Laughing as your hips arch his way
The Incubus claiming what he deserves
Tender hands softly caress your hair
As he stimulates your erotic dreams
Your soft moans linger in the air
Soon replaced with guttural screams
Gratification arrives with the morning
Lips of honey seeking one last kiss
Allowing his prey to resume sleeping
As he vanishes with the morning mist
A young girl got the first nursing job in a private hospital
And was assigned to check the ground floor patients.
Room 1, 2, 3, as she got to room 4 the door was opened
Inside the room a man was lying covered with a blanket.
But in the patient list the room supposed to be empty.
She ran to the preceptor to report it in a frenzy state.
The head nurse and others visited the room, found none.
She said that last week a patient committed suicide in the room.
The security was called and then the room was closed.
But a word went round about its suicidal aspect.
The next day, out of curiosity, as she entered the room
Was caught by a strong man and forced to sleep with him.
As the time passed it became her regular daily routine.
To her surprise, once she saw her boss coming out of the room.
Slowly there was a decrease in the patients of the hospital.
Another surprise was waiting as she found dead in the room.
The whole corner was declared as a haunting place.
A day was not far when the whole hospital was closed.
A ghost is a person whose life ended abruptly and violently
Known as a haunting as they are haunted by a life gone.
Haunting from thoughts and presence becoming testimony.
If one thinks sensibly about it, the ghosts are just you and I.
All talk about love, ghost and God, but does anyone see them?
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Date: 27-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win
Contest: Poems from Vampire by Just That Archaic Poet
Bringing sins from my past
Into the present, a twinkling
Filling my thoughts, sprinkling
My heart in shadows to last
This feeling, this darkness
Colors my feelings in black
Doubt comes with it to attack
Leaving my heart with starkness
It brings depression and sorrow
Beyond any fears, tears or years
Silenced by the blackest affairs
Worrying the joyous in tomorrow
With his evil destruction, he abides
In the appalling abysmal of doubt
Where he feeds on every burn out
Thrives on the corruption, his guide
Some call him the devil, the fraud
Who invents new sins to upset you
Leaving hearts feeling less than blue
he just wishes he could be like God
He is my enemy from everlasting
I never want to give him the chance
To whisper his terrifying mischance
Through me, so sin is overcasting
I won’t give him the benefit of the doubt
I know his taunting is my heart’s rival
When he comes around, I need revival
So next time he takes another route
Listen to my prayer – today and forever
With God, all things are possible
So this road to my soul is uncrossable
Because I know God, he’s not so clever!
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
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1. Incubus
March 9, 2023
He viewed the room in the attic with distaste.
It had to serve; he had no money to waste.
Getting a job was difficult to find
At night he went without food, everyone was unkind.
Someone, unbidden, entered the room.
A young girl smiled at him and gone was the gloom.
She gave him a hot piping plate he knew not what,
A mixture of coconut, hazelnut and walnut.
He gulped it all, he was not prim
As she sat closely, too closely next to him.
Soon he was kissing those hot lips,
Even though this was not in his script.
Some days passed and she was always near,
Yet somehow as time went by, he lost all cheer.
Till in the end, he could bear it no more.
She swallowed his soul; death was very sore.
All in the guest house felt he would die unwell
The young girl was never seen but the room smelt of hell.
I cast you out
seduction of darkness
my heart shall remain mine.
My soul you shall not oppress.
In my beauty I shall shine.
You were born from darkness
but there purity in you,
I like to hope the likeliness
that your light would shine through.
Your heart is my anchor
your love is my sin.
My battle within.
With incubus and succubus entwined
Coitus tactic - keep up the spellbind!
The product of deep slumber - once matured,
Zombie, encumbered on us! Rest assured.
March 7, 2023
INCUBUS
Do not wake me when I sleep
To deaf my ears when the morning weep
For tonight I shall elope with him
My hero,the light of my dream
I will be where quietness do sing
With Incubus my romantic king
You've been for long my sexual desire
There you wait where the sun retires
No night do I ever pray to miss
The sweetness of your gentle kiss
You love my treasure that lies beneath
Tonight I shall give you the best of it
You came with the strength of a warrior
And defeated me to be my Superior
I will wait with my thighs spread abroad
And escape naked from my mortal world
To dance with you a dance of the flesh
Till the night withers to come afresh
Take me slowly, oh! take me deep
Every moment of this I shall keep
The sky has lost it quality precious blue
Inviting a pleasing night for me and you
As the night approaches so young
Sing for me your special constant song
Give to me your solid weapon
Which many ladies have championed
Your touches like sun in the morning
Must have left so many crazy and horny
I quench in your arrival your Highness
I know no man of such goodness
You're to me a dream of heaven
Appearing in all night seven of seven
You've never dissatisfy me for once
Even in the world of my sexual trance
I wish with you,you could take me along
To you Incubus I belong
Come with a hasty speed upon my bed
You'e the thought that occupies my head
Move your hands slowly to my mistress
Bury you solid man into her nest
Feel the softness of my fleshy buxom
My darling incubus you are awesome
Be my companion in nights of emptiness
Robb me with your romantic skillfulness
Drum upon my plumpy buttock
Feed me before the crow of the cock
Kiss my gem with much passion
Lost me more in my state of oblivion
The heart with greediness must confess
When it comes to the issue love and sex
Wit' your kindness you left me perplexed
If you wouldn't stay why come at first?
And so do I hate you but still you I love
That makes you my sweetest paradox
Now the reign of the night sinks away
The sun has risen to grace the day
And swiftly like the spirit of the wind
You left to a world uneasy to find
Leaving me with the paroxysm of plight
To wait for another darling night
Arms spread; you were nailed to the living room wall
Struck dumb; I could not heed your faint, pleading call
little incubus
You toss me round I got stitches,
Tears and blood are your riches,
your eyes are glowing
your hairs a fire
pulsed face showing
that you're a liar.
They say that your a demon,
i know your just a child
veiled cries behind that evil smile
I saw you first in your empire,
you dig in deep, then take them higher
Long ago before they knew
all the damage you would do.
Toss me round I got stitches
tears and fear are your riches,
You seethe you loathe, hate and grieve
seek the seekers mind only to deceive,
hearts in hand, souls out poured
collecting hearts, neatly stored
Your eyes are glowing
your hairs on fire
My fear reveals your desire.
Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. By Thomas Carlyle
Incubus weaves a titillating tale.
Swathed in a velvet flame that stirs the soul.
Trembling and relieved, I sought trial,
In the little death of the cyanide hole.
I dip my toes deeper into the sand
The ocean feels akin to a million diamonds.
Clad in azure plaid, I lie a breeze in my hand
I have the sense to fall in love with this island.
Epoch is similar to a roller coaster.
Yet I'm not tied down properly.
Perhaps I shouldn't proceed any faster.
My hands are busy with the air around me.
Sporadically I worry over the future
I wonder how much fear I have allowed.
Struggled to maintain, came up to bode suture
That seems to be the marvel among the crowd.
But now, I've attempted to understand
I must be the one controlling the wheel.
Whatever the future holds, steadfast stand.
Without trepidation, all triumphs might feel.
I'll be here no matter what happens tomorrow
I shall thus desist from being a layer of the hive.
It proves to be the root of my shared sorrow.
Will I favor water over wine yet still be safe to drive?
Were we given to a succubus or an incubus?
Stars veiled by a few straws will soon appear.
The final site has incubus tombs or mage insipidus.
It cast a dark shade across the earth and is near.
I'll be there no matter what happens tomorrow
In the midst of anguish, that would compel.
I'll be there no matter what happens tomorrow.
With eyes and arms, a soul never hurts to love well.
Let us adore ourselves before it becomes a crime.
The white moon is caressingly rising in a blue sight.
How acute a day, relies on how well you are sublime.
This story makes my future appear so bright.
1st place contest winner
Written: March 07, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Incubus Bimorph Visions
David J Walker
Are you from
the first burst of
a dying sun
the last lit visions
vast
as past points of
crass
crescendos
crashing
slowly solemnly
past
processions of
last
night late
at the star lit gate
alone
Are you from
The last verse of
A song unsung
The tones tuned and cursed
With a cursive tongue
Lyrics fat
fatuous and flat
Lines of the unkind
Measures metered flung
Omni-directed
Biomorphed and wheedled
Into whatever
Are you from
The incubus visions
Awaiting dear Morpheus
Are you from
The light years sum
Of somnolent
erumpent
persuasions
When demons of darkness strike,
although it may seem dreamlike,
save for those who're self-aware,
it becomes our worst nightmare.
Entities that abound seek
humans whose aura is weak,
that they may vent feral lust,
by sexual thrusts unjust.
Rape in the ethereal
plane is also quite real
and victims live with their shame
alone, for who shall they name?
The incubus feeds on fear
but with God within, so near,
if we but seek help from Him,
we'll face not such trauma grim.
Invoking grace by prayer,
we are our own soothsayer,
exorcising the evil
demon by soul retrieval.
07-March-2023
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