Best Vampire Poems
For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated as the living undead, in mine own image,
These are my forsaken children of the Night.
Kissed by the angel of death, I'm resurrections insurrection,
Spawned in hell a creature devoid of heart or soul, yet do I
Exist, biting at the exposed throat of humanity, leaving it
Drained completely dry.
Does not the white lily turn ember red, within this the
Valley of damnation.
My throne is a black coffin gilded in golden refinement,
Residing beneath the wooden lid, the beast sleeps,
Waiting to be embraced by the darkness of night.
Slowly, emerging from mine cryptic mausoleum,
I'm famished for the taste of the living essence
Of mankind.
A gentlemen reaper of the fallen, deeply do these
Fangs penetrate into the soft flesh of humanity,
Tis a dark blessing's supernatural gift, have I been
So given, to take life then to restore it.
Raw beasts of instinct, clinging to the ethereal
Moon, that hangs above illuminating this,
Our unholy abyss.
Welcome to a shadow nation of the unseen,
Whose roots extend backwards, to an older country’s
Unconsecrated soil, called Transylvania.
On mine legacies crest, a red dragon with talons
Extended reaches out, grappling for powers control.
For I am Dracula, born of royal blood in life,
But in death I am a king, let these castle walls
Bleed on forever, and the hounds of hell,
Sing outside my rod iron gates.
But beware mortal flesh if you so enter,
For I will enjoy every trespasser,
Whom dares to venture within my
Sacred territory, with a fiendish smile
Upon my hungering face.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Vulgar pale appearance
Viscount of blood sucking
Vicious creature of night
Vulture seeking its prey
Venomous fangs hunger
Victims heedless to threat
Veins puncture on impact.
Parted curtains
puff of smoke.
Parlor trick
or cruel joke?
First a bat,
then human form—
eyes aglow,
fangs enorm.
And in the mirror,
no image there;
it stilled my heart
and stifled prayer.
But Drac was old
and suffered so;
his timing off,
reactions slow.
As he lunged
I stepped aside;
mallet ready,
his chest I eyed.
He lay there stunned,
at last my break;
I then asked how
he’d like his stake.
2nd Place, Poems from the Vampire, Just That Archaic Poet
In the middle of the night,
When the moon shines bright,
A creature stirs with a terrible bite,
And his name is Spoonfang.
This vampire with a spoony face,
Has developed quite the taste,
For creatures of the pudding race,
Has the greedy Spoonfang.
So when the stars through dark clouds peek,
Into the kitchen he will creep,
And a tasty snack he’ll sneak,
Will the crafty Spoonfang.
Mousse and trifle, cake of cheese,
Ice-cream left in the deep freeze,
He’s had a bite of each of these,
Has the naughty Spoonfang.
But tonight he’s set his eyes,
Not on mother’s tasty pies,
But on Gran’s birthday surprise,
A gateau all for Spoonfang.
And so he creeps along the floor,
Tip-toes to the kitchen door,
But someone else is there before,
The bold and daring Spoonfang.
Count Spatula! The greatest Pudding Vampire of them all!
Both the vampires get a fright,
Their screams echo through the night,
And someone switches on the light,
On Spatula and Spoonfang.
Mother tuts and shakes her head,
Sends son and father back to bed,
Neither vampire has been fed,
Not Spatula nor Spoonfang.
Maybe there’s a little Pudding vampire in all of us!
There was a vampire named Vlad. 7
The Village all thought he was bad. 7
But the true story. 5
Just wasn't gory. 5
It turns out Vlad was just sad. 7
October 23. 2019
word vampire - music extracted from my soul will not warm your blood
For Bobby May’s “A Thief Who Steals Your Poetry” Contest
Beware of those vampire chickens this Halloween season.
Their thirsting for your blood is the primary reason.
These black nocturnal creatures fly into the night.
After the stroke of midnight, they cause insurmountable fright.
These evil birds come right up from hell.
They make the average bat look like Tinkerbelle.
It is a well-known fact that chickens have no teeth.
Blood sucking ability is something they will not bequeath.
If chickens really were so evil and devilish,
the late Colonel Sanders would have made his fortune selling fish.
She had the most haunting eyes
She was evil in disguise
She slept peacefully throughout the day
At night men would become her prey
Her lips were so erotic
Her smile was hypnotic
I had to ignore the sensual feeling
She had a body so appealing
I asked to meet her in the sunlight
She said she preferred the twilight
I asked her why not during the day
She replied I’d rather not say
Then she whispered I’ll leave you never
If I bite you, you’ll live forever
She said biting a man’s neck thrilled her
But she bit a lawyer and the poison killed her.
"Haunted Poets"
In darkness prey,
hunts a vampire
Empty within
the soul
Sucking life's feelings,
drained beautiful thoughts
Savouring frozen emotions,
falling on top
Biting deep
into flesh
Draining hurt tastes
To savour
each drop
Lusting eyes,
without soul
pleasure hurts
Love tastes beautiful
Sipping slowly,
without emotion
Until the last drop
Smiling taste ache
Broken heart
Died love
On the last drop,
cold without life
In you
III.
But I had a much higher purpose now,
damned or not, I would serve the True God,
for thirty years I served with my brothers,
upon a humble path I faithfully trod.
Maybe I wasn’t a miracle worker,
though I saved lost pilgrims in my time,
age etched lines in my brothers’ faces,
but it had no effect upon mine.
The abbot swore newcomers to secrecy
about the truth of my vampiric fate,
and I guess I believed I’d just go on
serving an eternity in this way.
But one day as the sun started to set,
I looked out upon a terrible sight:
A small girl running, screaming in fear
as a wolf closed on in for a bite.
I hesitated for just a moment,
the sun was high enough that I would burn,
but the terrified cries of a five-year old
were not something from which I could turn.
I sprinted out with unnatural speed,
instantly my skin erupted in flames,
raced past the girl, thrust my burning hand
to the wolf with jaws of snapping rage.
The fire seared both myself and the beast,
with frantic yelps of pain he then ran off,
I staggered back, my pale skin burned to black,
bits of flesh had flaked off and were lost.
I made it back to the small gatehouse
and I collapsed in the shadows within,
the abbot ran close, with my fading strength
I weakly tried to say goodbye to him.
But he just looked down, said,”We need blood.
Run to the chapel and fetch me the wine!”
A brother raced off, returned with the jug,
made no sense to my greatly pained mind.
He filled a chalice, look to the Heavens,
said,”Lord, I know that I am no priest.
But if he must die, let him drink of Your blood,
let him take part at last in Your mercy.”
I felt this would be a fitting way to die,
burned by the holy blood of my Lord.
But when I drank I did not feel the fire,
in fact I didn’t feel pain anymore!
I didn’t see it myself, but they say
that the charred skin beat a fast retreat,
and through the haze I managed to feel
a deep breath and a steady heart-beat!
When I sat up the sun came through a window
and it fell harmlessly upon my skin,
I felt true hunger, thirty years overdue,
by His power I once more was human!
They said In Him All Things Are Possible,
and I suppose I am the living truth,
strangest of all I still looked a young man,
blessed with the power and passion of youth...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
it was a happenstance meeting and perchance my destiny,
my fate or maybe it was to be my doom-
I had been walking the woods alone and he came to me
a handsome stranger, hypnotic . . .
how I found myself in this place is uncertain but
the walls are damp and musty and draped with moss
I hear dripping water echoing from somewhere and I tremble
yet, I somehow already love him . . .
I brush his dank raven hair from his forehead
the tendrils soft as a spiders web
oh, surely this is reckless folly . . .
slowly his kisses follow the contour of my neck
and his whispers are like a drug to my soul
my hair flows like a dark rive, and
the promise between us are words unsaid . . .
I sigh and moan, and
my heart flutters and quivers with desire
all thoughts of my life drift away
all the scars have gone in this surreal love
and I have left the ravaged garden that I called living
red- a daub of blood trickles from his lips
and I kiss the smear away hungrily . . .
suddenly, a wafting gust of wind is whirling
around us and we hover in a forever
eternal
embrace . . .
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January 17, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Eternal Embrace
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1105-728-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge, Bardenesque
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
For your opaque heart
I drank crimson cocktails
of my blood.
The masquerade is over.
Be aloof with a statue.
Share your veneer of caring,
the obscurity of your idea
of respect, with a marble edifice.
Let someone else be hypnotized
by your deceit.
Apply your death suture
to somebody else's feelings.
Your ebony intent
belongs in a spider's web.
IV.
I believed I was done with the vampire ways
and gave thanks for all that had transpired,
but before three months passed, from just outside
I heard the vicious insults of my sire.
Cannot say what pushed me to go out there,
all my brothers urged me to remain,
just given back life by a miracle,
to face such a creature seemed insane.
But on I went to that familiar form
who sniffed curiously at the air.
He snarled,”How is it you smell like a man?”
I said,”His power lifted me from despair.”
My sire laughed,”Do you expect me
to believe you prayed yourself back to life?”
“It wasn’t my prayers, it was His grace
that saved me from this unholy blight.”
Then he roared loud, teeth flashing horribly,
cried,”Your god has just wasted his time!
I will not let him take you from me,
Your life and your soul are both mine!”
He leapt forwards, and I did not move
as his fangs sank deep and he started to drink,
in two dozen seconds he leapt away,
and back from my presence he did shrink.
He screeched in pain and shouted wildly:
“What’s in your blood! I can feel it burn!”
As his body slowly started to decay
I said,”It’s nothing that you haven’t earned.
“You know vampires have no blood of their own,
and must feed on others to survive.
I had none so the Lord lent me His,
it’s something holy that now flows inside.”
My sire fell back, and his body dissolved
to the corpse it long ago should have been,
the vampires he sired, they all died too,
except for me since I was now human.
A final weighed seemed to lift off my back,
and I turned without another word,
walked back to the brothers, glad that I had
three or four decades before me to serve.
Come closer ears
Come closer hearts
I'll whisper as the lie departs
My lips
Will pout
My eyes will scan
The room surveyed as truthless
Scam
Devours with teeth
Pointed and sharper
Than gracious softness when truth
Doth scarper
The vampire bite
Without reflection
To veer your soul in wrong
Direction
Don't tell. It's just
Twixt you and me
No harm intended just..
Promise me
This won't be shared
I want the best
To pass this reputation
Test
Is all I want
In secret though
No credit please or
Angel glow
You understand?
Knowledge is power
For all will know within
The hour
So here's the thing
Fingers on lips
For God forbid my conscience
Slips
Or slides around
On muddy moral Holy ground
With gasping tales that will
Astound
So bring that shell-like
A little tighter..
So truth can be strangled -
The little blighter
We'll choke out justice
Grab honesty's throat
Thus fictional fabrication
Promote
And by the time the dawn arrives
You'll be absolved of all the lies
At least
In part
I must now leave you here
My dear
With your blackened heart's
Redemption fear
Before you blame me
For deception..
Perhaps look closely
For your own reflection
(Mwahahaa)
I.
In the year sixteen hundred and thirty-five
I was a fool young man known as Ludwig,
back from the wars and flush with new money,
spent it on fine whores and copious drink.
One pale lady led me out into the street
where her pimp stood in shinning moonlight,
he smiled at her, said,”How nice of you,
I was thinking of feasting tonight.”
Before I could even start to react
his fangs had sank deep into my neck,
she joined in too, this woman I had held,
I black out and don’t recall what came next.
When I came too I was in a dark cave
and cried out, thankful that I was alive,
yet when I tried to walk t in the sun
it seared and sizzled my ghost-pale hide.
I’d never believed the legends were true,
but I now had no breath or heart-beat,
and when the sun set, I went out for food,
no meal would satisfy my deep cravings.
I made it six days, or should I say nights,
before the hunger overcame my will,
stalked a poor post-rider in the countyside,
recall the screams that came from my first kill.
I felt something within crumble that day,
a hollow emptiness grew deep inside,
knowing that with every kill that I made
meant another piece of my soul had died.
Before long I fled my Bavaria,
the peoples were getting restless and mean,
traveled across Europe, moving often,
forced to ‘live’ by acts heinous and obscene.
It was in Scotland three long years later,
hiding in the highlands from an angry mob,
unable to come out for days on end,
the growing hunger, it painfully throbbed.
When turned a vampire loses their blood
which causes their bodies to shut down,
I was so hungry I was driven mad,
in my mania I drained dry a cow!
Then to my surprise I felt the hunger
fade away and leave me feeling all-right,
it was any blood that would slake my thirst,
I didn’t have to take any more lives!
You think this would improve my situation,
but in truth it hurt me all the more,
couldn’t help but ask why had I never
bothered to ask this question before?
All the lives I had brought to an end,
all the families I had let bereft,
gad I the wits to ask these questions then
not a one would’ve had to face death.
The truth of these failings hounded my heels,
there was to be no peace within me,
until one night in France I came upon
ancient stone walls of a monastery…
CONTINUES IN PART II