Long Vampires Poems
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...as you politely said
please don't pay attention to the color of my skin.
but you keep shoving it in my face.
...you keep filleting yourself
, sewing your skin onto mine
it doesn't fit-never will
we're different.
but the same.
We came from the same seed
but have different experiences
I can never walk in your shoes
because once upon a time
you didn't have any.
For certain, you can never walk in mine.
But we do have more in common than not.
Our hurdles are of the mind now
and growing by the second.
There are many that wish to destroy us.
By dividing us.
The media is a nest of vampires
and should be treated as such.
They feed off of our blood.
They spotlight us at our worst and lowest, for the sake of ratings.
Nothing sells better than a race riot
or blue-on-black crime.
They need a change of heart or a stake to their old hollow hearts.
Or they'll quickly drain the pond of humanity.
When did the world change?
Hippies danced by the thousands
Protesting war waged for another land
Not to protect our country
To help a country a half a world away
Music helped spread the word
Words about peace and caring
Songs of the honest feelings of the young
Influenced by drugs
Their visions widened
Seeing the truth behind all of the lies
They screamed to elders locked in their ways
Politicians paid to create wars
The President watched Americans die on TV
While he ate stuffed pheasant and fois gras
The sounds of clinking glasses
Drown out thousands of voices
They only heard money and power
Influence and corruption
Not the death screams of American soldiers
Forty years later
The story is the same
The politicians are the same
Greedy, power hungry vampires
More American soldiers are dying
Their blood flowing on Iraqi sand
The politicians feed big business
Big business feeds from the soldier’s blood
Yet, no one says a word
There are no hippies
No songs of protest
This time there is no conscience.
No independent thought
No one cares.
I am dreaming the past
Past when KBC was the only station
Each morning started with the anthem of the nation
We had to know your intention
Before saying anything through the station
Each anchor had a level of education
While talent was just an addition
Any deviation
Captured the important attention
Of the head of the nation
Dreaming my past
Is all I want to do last
Streams of dreams I rather forget fast
Like dreams from my father
That choices have consequences
A grammatical sentence that became our sentence
Is every correctly stated statement correct?
This kind that litters my mind
Making me bitter
Tearing my heart into litres of tears
These dreams make me shy
Shy to try mention my name
My name that brings me shame
Shame I cant tame
Cant tame because my mind is lame
Tell me why my kind cant cry
When all I dream are tongues of fire
From gangs on hire
With orders from higher
Higher rot that burns like fire.
Dreaming that I cant have money in my pocket
Without getting something in their jacket
Vampires so scary
Scattered in my neighborhood
Thirsty for the last drop of my blood
Limiting my limitless potential
Potential so essential
For resource mobilization
With equal allocation not hurting expectation
For relocation before suffocation.
Dreams to revitalize my generation
A possible solution for this situation
In transformation of my nation
To grow without corruption
That is like sugar
Sweeter it becomes
And disaster it welcomes
But I dare dreams
Of peaceful elections
An end to preventable infections
Through certified injections
And an education without leakage
As a privilege
For everyone in my village
Laying my head on the pillow
Feels like my heart becomes hollow
From the beams of dreams that follow
Makes me want to jump from the window
And fall on the ground so low
Flickering pain into my bone marrow
Afraid it could happen again on the morrow
What do you see in your dreams?
Streams of dreams that my head cant keep
Make me wish for beams of dreams to turn the leaf
Of people who have a resolve and a belief
That we are better together
And we need each other
Without a bother
Of clannism
Of tribalism
Of racism
But a nation of inclusion
By implementation of all legislation
In word and spirit
Envisioned in our constitution
That beams our dream.
Roses are dead, triceratops is blue
Vampires would gag at the taste of old you
We are stuck together, both chubby toward totally fat
You are my soul mate; what do you say to that?
Your skin is all wrinkled, but to me you’re a match.
We are suited, we two, as well as any Sasquatch.
Forcing rhymes to show my love is what I am doing today.
Want to come over to my house and whistle and play?
We might both be beefy and age spotted and totally long in the tooth.
But I’m a better match than that girlfriend you used to have –Ruth.
Oh, heck, that old crone is there with you, reading this text?
Forget it now, Romeo. With your attitude I am totally vexed.
Written: July 24, 2025, for contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
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*Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,* *the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!*
Through velvet dusk, his silence cascades, as nectar from a flame, eclipses serenade!
Where shadows intertwine with twilight grin, and the golden hour dons a seraph's skin!
With an elfin purpose, he weaves the stars together in a rhythmic pulse!
Weaving a quilt with celestial stigmata, every sigh morphs into a veiled sonata!
And every wave carries a soaring voodoo, and features stories steeped in occult vampires and hoodoo!
Embers of thirst twist and twirl, sculpting the stillness into a dulcet layout of pearl!
Under the moon's persuasive weight, sanity dances into the embrace of rose-bound kismet fit!
A grin, a glance—a world reborn, eclipsed by dreams we dare not outrun!
Each heartbeat held beneath amber blue, a whisper elegantly woven in déjà vu!
And as the winds of will fall slow, and reason slips into a lover's shoe !—
*When Cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !*
A foul stray-dog stink and a head smooth and pink,
A mouth full of razor sharp fangs
A gloss headed monster? The long-missing link?
He dines upon beast-hunter gangs
Its arms double jointed, its ears they are pointed
With hair sprouting downward from there
A long snout in place on his hair covered face
Means your blood he can smell in the air
He’ll sneak with such stealth which is bad for your health
For if you don’t spot him you’re dead
A few see him coming and make their escape
When the moon reflects off of his head
I’ve seen it in zombies and sometimes in ghouls
I think there’s been vampires as well
I once wrote a novel about this mad beast
My publisher said, “It won’t sell.”
He told me, “I’m sorry, I don’t like the story,
It’s silly, I can’t applaud this…”
But what he called ‘silly’ was my pride and joy…
‘The Werewolf With Male Pattern Baldness.’
I‘m a skinny hungry ghost fill my bag till it bursts
with your candies hard and soft jelly beans tootsie rolls
fill! Or I’ll sac you into my bag tie and sell you
to witches as a rag at the HAHA Trading Post
where the caldrons are steaming hearts in snake oil rats and frogs
rattling through the eerie night waiting for children blood
skeleton heads, empty eyes, bones and teeth, screeching sounds
witches dancing with vampires vomiting children blood
headless knights on horseback riding branding bloody swords
wood legged pirates from the sea: slimy hairs, warty skin
sounds of heavy footsteps coming, dinosaurs charging
winged monsters claws as spikes, hooting owls, crawling spiders
Thanks and BOO! Go inside, have a hollowed ghastly night.
Third Place: Russell Sivey- Halloween Scare-11/9/17
I’m feral like a fox
misplaced in the
maroon mists
of wilderness,
only found in
woeful woodland.
My skin is blanketed
in crimson balmy
hyacinth feathers
from a
forsaken rainforest.
Misguided on
delusional paths,
where spring-tides
mirror liquified colors
of warm diamond tears
I’ve suppressed
behind ice blue sighs.
And I’ve seen
splintered petals
beneath thick-leaved
jewel orchids,
that surrendered
to greying leaves
on tainted twigs
and broken branches.
I’ve walked through
fields of thorns
where the
musky scent
of roses remained
a poison to
my aching soul.
So, why does it
feel like I’m chained
from vines of changes,
that suffocate
the sun within me,
crucifying the fragility
of premature
begonia beginnings?
Am I to follow
the darkness,
to cast away the evil,
constantly pushing me
into a cave of
cacophonous silence?
As I see beyond
the gossamer veil,
hiding sharpened talons
of treacherous eagles-
flying amongst
vicious vampires;
emerald foes
masked as friends,
feeding my conscience
with cruel concoctions,
oblivious to the truth,
that I am a bark believer
of marigold miracles.
So let the
steel black breeze
and the
faceless ghosts
of fleeting time,
witness how I
rise against
wicked wolves
lurking behind
stars within
a chiffon laced
canopy of nightfalls.
For, I am more
than the empty labels
you’ve placed,
like the shame,
I’ve buried beneath
lyrical lies drizzling
from vanilla skies.
Sorceress Polgara ascended above all warriors;
Fought wars against mighty kings and came out victorious...!
Remus Lupin, into a werewolf magically turned;
As great professor, taught thrillingly and his living earned...!
Count Dracula transformed all great and small into vampires;
Threatening and killing others, he founded his empires...!
Mystique, fictionally filled whole American comics;
With her strength, speed, stamina and super economics...!
Mei Lee and Ming Lee and the evil queen of Turning Red;
With wisdom and wit, turned celluloid, bed of joy and dread...!
All these shape-shifters, like clowns, do not merely entertain,
They're ideals! They give ideas to every young brain...!
26 May 2022
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
~In The Fall~
(Dorian's Five Eight And Five)
Summer's almost gone
It means that fall will arrive soon
And this is just nice
Leaves from the trees change
Yellow reds browns golden all shades
Leaves in the air float
In fall all things change
Different sounds smells all around
Thanksgiving we greet
Great food on display
Family get together to
Celebrate this day
In Halloween folks
Wear costumes of all kind some are
Scary some funny
Love Halloween too
Night full of fun and playing tricks
Kids ask for candy
Go out trick or treat
Enjoy night imagining ghouls
Ghosts vampires witches
Fall is great season
The weather gets colder and crisp
Fall is beautiful.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
September.09.2016
~Author's Notes:
"Dorian's Five Eight And Five" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on 2012.