Bloodlust Poems - Poems about Bloodlust

Bloodthirsty, flesh-hungry. I was schooled into turning off my heart. Anything for the title, for the power. Power. Power: an intangible weapon- a considerable price. There are still more pressing matters. Bloodlust. Looming over my shoulder like a shadow, contorting in the light, a quiet beauty that speaks volumes through the lenses of a monster....

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With present great, O’ gracious hate O’ hand in heart, neither tripp’d nor fear’d Doth thine conquer, by thine of corrup’d lips O’ Sicker thy pour’d thine sicken canst Thy chanc’d on seated heart Hath thy slate nigh single sinner hips Wither’n hither if b’yond, where’n nought With’n ernst wouldst prove best O’er hung upon the dislocate O’er hung ‘mongst the...

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The moon looms like a half-lidded eye Casting silver light on an otherwise dark night I embrace the kiss of the stars As my skin gives off an ethereal glow Into the urban jungle I go For I am like a lion on the prowl Test me and you might get a playful growl But I'd prefer to go with the flow A...

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POEM " I WILL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK " by martin gedge Close your eyes and fantasy the beauty you possess for night be still surrender will the thrill as you undress your naked skin that shivers in of body and of soul will feel the heat of every beat of heart and dark shadow each thrust of sigh...

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BLOODLUST ca The allure of her was strong and enticing. As he stealthily stalked her, he could feel the appetency rising heavily in his mind creating thoughts he could not assuage. He quickly crossed the street and walked hurriedly up the block, all the while keeping her in sight. He crossed...

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The smell of death Oh so sweet The thrusting of the dagger Oh so enchanting Is it blood lust Or a crave for murder Stab another victim Maybe I'll see which it is Stabbed him, and him And him No, I still don't know Stabbed him I see it A crave for murder To see death Of the enemy...

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Brand your name into my skin, Stroke by stroke; Friction. Notify my next of kin. I jump into quicksilver To quench my eyes of fire My heart's desire dies tonight Sliced so thin it flows through streams of blood....

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He comes. Graceful as the ghostly moonlight glittering among the thorns, he comes. I feel him, the warm whispers of the quiet forest listener. He saunters, leans, and looks, approaches, crouches low. I cannot let his deadly perfection come so close to me! But see how he relishes me? See how my blood-heat kindles him? See how he feeds on my submission? Look—His hungering eyes grow...

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I can hear you breathing, waiting anxiously, tied to my headboard I watch as you struggle, knots tied tightly with new cord I hunger for the taste of blood, fresh and warm that I will draw from a vein You wrestle helplessly as I subject you to my pain I cut your flesh gingerly, my dagger leaving its mark Your...

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