Best Jugular Vein Poems
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride
to juicy jukebox jabbering
in jackal jackboots
from nearby jungle
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating
jambalaya to justify a
juggled juxtapositional
jurisdiction jamming
as jugular vein jingled jewels
joyfully jauntily jaywalking
to a jay named Jim Jolly !
Onward he jumped to a
Jungian junction
Jupiter jocund watching his
journeying joints
journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit
or jeweller jiggled this job
So he jerked his jess
like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the
next jangle of jasmine
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin
though sometimes Mr Hyde
with jeroboam swirling alongside !
My mind is already at the finish line
Right before the gun fired
My mind is already at the finish line waiting to foresee
what
the
hell
you
got
beneath that skin
That thin skin gets torn with concealed hell in my eyes
Get out of my way
Relax because it's over before it started
It's death before dishonor
Tarnish my body but don't touch my name
I'd sooner be starving then ask for your aid
So let me constrict my belt
three more notches ‘til hell
It's my dignity that gets me through these
rough times so keep your sleaze to yourself
I keep my head held high when the options are none and all I can do is walk
away from the grim reaper himself
I have never ran from anything in my life and I on no account will
I'll never ask for you to do something I won't do myself
I put my only faith in my death and God because that's the only thing that's certain
right now
Man, your trying too hard
With your hat tilted to the side and your faded eyes
Drugs coursing through your jugular vein
All you can hear is the rhythm of your death in your ear drum right before the
warning shots Lucifer makes to call you home
It makes me sick how you make your girl paint her face every morning
what exactly are you making her hide?
After daubing off Maybelline Eye-shadow and MAC foundation I realize it's me
Damn, it's really me, isn't it
What do you like the attention my counterfeit face attracts
Nah man your just afraid
of the hate in my every pore
before the warning shots I’m going to be waiting for you at the finish line to show
you what the hell I got
Oh Allah! I told You I'm in pain
You said: "do not despair of the mercy of Allah."
(Al-Quran 39:53)
I told You nobody knows what is in my heart
You said: "verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest."
(Al-Quran 13:28)
I told You many people hurt me
You said: "so pardon them and ask forgiveness for them"
(Al-Quran 31:59)
I told You I feel I'm alone
You said: "we are closer to Him than (His) jugular vein"
(Al-Quran 50:16)
I told You my sins are so many
You said: "and who can forgive sins except Allah? "
(Al-Quran 31:35)
I told You do not leave me
You said: "so remember Me; I will remember You."
(Al-Quran 21:52)
I told You I'm facing a lot of difficulties in life
You said: "And whoever fears Allah, He will make for him a way out."
(Al-Quran 65:02)
I told You Oh Lord! I need hope
You said: "Indeed, with hardship will be ease."
(Al-Quran 94:06)
I told You I have many dreams
You said: "Call upon Me; I will respond to you."
(Al-Quran 40:60)
I told You to give me just a little but for sure, oh my Rabb!
You are the best, You gave me everything...
Alhamdulillah... and I know I'm never alone!
And now...
May I, Oh Allah, be among those who have succeeded!
Allahumma Aameen!!!
(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)
I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
against misinterpreted faux attempt
to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet
patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
dutiful, and blissful (or at least
prior to being sniffed out) innocent
long time laborer on American soil now get
ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
(despite living social
as law abiding righteous folks) fret
full, cuz unfairly punished, and
cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
pained visage non verbally articulates
at un war rented deportation you bet!
with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts
with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic,
and for good measure Mulatto twist,
where original writ (signed into law
by President John Adams in 1798),
historical footnote, aye cannot resist
spooking (like a ghost), those pee pill
born south of the border pooped and pissed
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave
now frightfully get flushed out
glad to feign dis guise
as one among select Geronimo cadre
we henchman lubricate
wheels of injustice myst
tuff hie hiding dark shadows
(along the edge of night)
thence paddy wagon comes
to screeching halt nabbing
an "illegal alien" name on hit list
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
and score a win
for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated
impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
fearless to shackle wetback ranked big hest
catch also including booby prize,
as you correctly guessed.
JUGULARING SIX BALLS AT ONCE
Unlike myself can someone please use their brain
And tell me if a person can KNOW when they’re going insane
Is it when someone always walks into the same damned wall?
Or when a person can’t tell the summer from the fall?
I can’t be certain but I may be very close
And if anyone has thorazine please send me a dose
Because I can’t be sure but I think I’m nearing that point
And oxi-codone, xanax, doesn’t help nor does a joint
It seems to me if I were going insane I wouldn’t know it
I’d just decide if I should slit my jugular vein or throw a fit
I mean yesterday I knew south from north
Now all I do is walk back and forth
My brain has become an artifact of yesterday
And it’s becoming more difficult to hold insanity at bay
It’s as if my intelligence and memory have both been slain
So if anyone knows please tell me when one knows they’re going insane
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
“LET’S FACE THE MUSIC AND DANCE!”
No one tells
(I should stop here)
…of shadows in the alleyways
believe me…
(you should)
that the fangs come out
at night
(never during the day)
i have to say
(you should too)
that the movies are too trite
with blood
no guts
no gusto by the way
no great romance
of happenstance
well one or two
(perhaps)
dark shadows was classic
twilight, a scream
a handsome stranger
rings the bell
he’s a bit pale
charms you to
your bones
she is young and beautiful
sees her reflection
nothing more
she should wear a cross
or douse herself in garlic
(but maybe he likes garlic
with his meal)
her dad’s loading silver bullets
in his revolver (perhaps he’s
a taste for murder)
there’s a coffin sitting in the driveway
her dad smiles. he can put that to some use
or get his goose cooked
(you see,
he didn’t see the stranger
creeping up his way)
the vampire had no use for his superpowers
just knocked good old dad out
the gal’s already knocked up
with two holes in her jugular vein
(didn’t see it happen?)
perhaps you paid too much
attention to the dad
and now he has you in his sights
but you won’t have time
to turn and run
you can’t win this race
no one tells
a deadman’s tale
mind you, it’s all just…
speculation
8/19/2022
A rat in bed
Before going to bed, I was thinking of my dog it liked sleeping
between my neck near the jugular vein, this I think made her
feel like a master of my life and death
In the night I could feel soft fur on my neck switched on the light
it was sleeping soundly mouth half open showing long front teeth,
a bloody big rat had taken the liberty to sleep with me.
First I panicked ran into the living room to find a hammer, but it was
in the shed, back in the bedroom the rat still sleeping ,I grabbed it by
Its tail carried it outside threw it into the street. I didn`t kill it, though,
the blood on the pillow and so on, also in case it had the soul of
my dog that had got a bit confused forgetting it was a vermin now
I wake in a morning of your glory.
Your face so warm you hair all out of place.
I lie and listen to yesterdays story.
You talk with a sweet small voice.
I look at your words coming from your mouth.
I say “shushh” As a love rush comes into my mind.
I gently put my fingers to your lips.
I move in haste for the cherry taste.
The soft stick the coating on the rose.
I twist slightly round and touch your nose.
The kiss I give you so hot and warm,
Our salivas mix and it tickles.
The tastebuds dance on our tongues.
As you take and lose your breathe.
As I do mine. We hold each other for a long time.
And gently I pull back your head.
Tugging your long sweet smelling hair.
Placing my mouth on your neck.
You gasp for more air as we lie there.
My tongue runs down your pulsing jugular vein.
I enjoy the taste of your salty skin again and again.
You pull me closer holding me tight.
Just as you did most of the night.
You dont ever want me to go.
I gently lick your ear lobe.
And whisper in your ear.
Darling I love you thats all we both need to know.
Knife-like, piercing words of contempt stab the jugular vein
Exsanguinating victim; accustomed to the blood and sharp pain...
gone numb while slowly dying a death by a thousand cuts.
Submitted for...
Strand Select E Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/05/2020
Date written: 11/25/2019
Proximity
Virility displaying
Animalistic hunting
Desirous energy coursing
Transparency in longing
Saturating primal urging
Sweaty scent promising
Sexual stimulations pulsing
Electrifying depths arousing
Voracious hunger thundering
Sleek predator pouncing
Jugular vein clamping
Contracting muscle exploding
Entangled bodies rolling
Beating hearts pounding
Killing swiftly, climaxing
Tousled tongue hanging
Satiated needing
Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,
regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first
two thousand, and nineteen
divination trap
pings can never
be implemented overly
soon - to satiate subhuman
scary sightings,
sans mine ineluctable
supernatural drive
biz ease, this (gopher broke,
phantasmagoric over seer
grown wunderkind,
passionately rousing spooks,
where this droning
necromancer named
Matthew Scott Harris),
asper undertaking
luckless ghostly endeavors
also oft times finds
meat hoo experiencing
aborted, cancelled and retried
aim mush carriage
(i.e. thwarted, ejected,
and clobbered miscarriage)
off base when out fielding
paranormal activities,
qua catcher catch can
pseudo boxing
exaggerated shadows
striking mine attenuated,
elongated, and invoked
Hades monstrous silhouettes,
viz jugular vein bleeding
(heart liberal)
burnt umber umbra
pitching one dimensional
brokered, bricked,
and bracketed
wall size grotesqueries
detailing bloodless battles
silently creaking within republic
of my imagination.
In the frame of full moon silhouette hungry wolf barks
A grey castle on mystique hill top looms in the dark
Through the rusty steel gate a tall figure in black cloak
Comes out, the creepy stillness of the flimsy night chokes.
Arms stretched wide he walks on air like a hooded black bird
As the Count did in Transylvania people heard.
When the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky
He stands at my door, to stow the fear I vainly try.
Cold blue light of the eerie night smears the ashen face
Before I could retract I find myself in his brace
With wolf's red eyes glaring and fangs pressing bloody lips
On my jugular vein, he says your blood I will sip
You turn a vampire, in Dracula’s castle I’ll keep.
September 25, 2017.
Form : Rhyme. Syllable count : 13 each line.
Contest : Halloween Scare
Sponsored by : Russell Sivey.
The vampire saw the campfire and was hovering around
For all the little children were just sitting on the ground
He doesn't mind the fire, it’s not ultra violet light
So he listens to his dinner telling scary tales all night
But when he feels that pretty soon it shall be getting light
He picks a chosen victim and he moves in for a bite
Alas his chosen breakfast was a little lad called Rob
Who turned around too early and punched the vampire in the gob
At the back a tooth went crack, the vampire squealed in pain
Holy flaming nuns, it hurts like I’m alive again
The vampire shrank and as a bat he fluttered into town
Snuck into a dentists where he pulled the shutters down
The dentist said ‘Your early mate, your time keeping is rash’
The vampire said you’ll fix me though I do not carry cash
The dentist grinned and said I have retirement looming large
So as my last good deed, my friend, I’ll fix you for no charge
The vampire thought the anaesthetic wouldn't work on him
And so he was surprised to find he’d dribbled down his chin
So lying in the chair, with the dentist in his face
The vampires jaws were numb as the dentist worked apace
The dentist’s constant chatter with his Adam’s apple bobbing
Did not distract the vampire from the jugular vein throbbing
Suddenly the vampire snarled, I’m starving, what the heck
He lunged to sink his canine teeth into the dentist’s neck
The dentist staggered back and yelled you hit me like a truck
Why on earth did you just give me one almighty suck
The vampire gasped, my canines fail me, it’s beyond belief
The dentist held his hand out and said, do you mean these teeth?
The vampire sobbed I cannot live without my pointy biters
The dentist said don’t worry, I’ll put back those ugly blighters
But first I’m gonna finish off that molar I was filling
Good job I am not charging you, for I would make a killing
So, the dentist said, the molar that you broke last night
Is finished once I’ve set it with this ultra violet light
Before the vampire could protest the light was in his mouth
Demonic hands burst through the floor and dragged the vampire south.
He had seen chicken necks
twisted and broken in Chinese markets,
the plucked dismemberment
of flapping wings.
With help,
he could have strung his carcass up
like a hog on a hook.
He would have quickly cleaved himself
from balls to breast,
but this was a one-man job.
The cadaver
had to be bundled, separated and filleted.
Strange but he knows what to do.
His hands are now sharp as scalpels.
Fingers are boning blades, lancets,
curettes and shears.
He inserts a stiletto under the jaw,
angling through neck bones, the larynx,
drawing the point downward
severing jugular vein and carotid artery.
He does not collect the blood,
but lets it wet the earth.
He watches the bulbous purple coils
spill from his abdomen.
Chitterlings and sweetbreads,
plump jewels gleam briefly
then settle on the ground
in warm mounds.
A quick slice along the breastbone,
then ease the ribcage apart,
scoop out lungs and heart,
- fat catfish from a keep-net.
Looking upon his piled substance,
he feels as if the great work of his life
had now ended well.
He watches as the meat and offal
begin to dissolve.
Soon from the pools of blood
vine shoots will emerge.
One day there will be new wine.
In the frame of full moon hungry silhouette wolfs bark,
a grey castle on the mystique hill top looms in the dark.
Through the rusty steel gate a tall figure in black cloak
comes out as the creepy grips of the opaque night choke.
Arms stretched wide, he strides on air like a black bird,
as the Count did in Transylvania, so the people heard.
When the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky,
he stands at my door, while to stow the fear I vainly try.
Cold blue haze of the eerie night smears the ashen face,
before I try to run away I find myself in his chilling brace.
With wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs protruding bloody lip
to touch my jugular vein, he says, “your blood I will sip.
You will turn into vampire, in Dracula’s castle I will keep”.
Scared of imminent death I got up terrified from sleep,
frozen to the core in the middle of the Halloween night.
The alarming nightmare scene still haunts me with fright.
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October 14, 2022
Rhyme checked at RhymeZone.com
Contest : 12-16 Lines Of A Scary Halloween Rhyme
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin