Short Bloodthirsty Poems
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The UnDead
bloodthirsty suckers,
vampires on the prowl for prey -
a blast of sunshine
Onlookers stamp and shriek for blood
Wanting gruesome
Hoping for death
Gladiators face off
Not wanting to disappoint thrill seekers
Pewter goblets
Tin and copper
The last remnants
Of ancient taverns
And olden abodes
Of bygone memories
From bloodthirsty pirates
And poisonous wine
An aging old sea captain named Hook,
Was a bloodthirsty pirate and a crook.
He leaned as he stood,
On his left leg of wood,
And from only his right eye he did look.
Look how far civilization has come,
Take away all of our technology and advances
And we are still the same
Primitive
Bloodthirsty
Savages
That we were 2000 years ago.
Bloodthirsty blades;
I thought I knew a deep cut before,
then I found your voice;
Whispering over and over not scabbing,
you didn’t mean to but you killed me anyway.
Antoine is a Vampire Ghoul,
Quite barbaric, bloodthirsty and cruel,
With a fang in your throat
He’ll suck slowly and gloat
With a smile as you whimper and mewl.
All the blood that humanity has shed in wars throughout history
Succeeded only in irrigating the bloodthirsty battlefields of hate!
Demetrios Triiatis
16 September 2026
Sea school is fraught with fear
Of bloodthirsty sharks' sneer,
Governed by jungle law -
Might of the mammoth jaw.
One only protocol -
If you slow down and stall,
The winner eats it all!
March 15, 2022
For every IOF soldier
so many dead babies
cries that never will never be heard
bloodthirsty lions sing and dance
while bull dozing indigenous graves
their bullets are vibrators
exciting them
the smell of evil
everywhere
No more war, please
Please no more war
No more bloodthirsty leader, please
Please no more bloodthirsty leader
No more humanity’s slaughter, please
Please no more humanity’s slaughter
Learn to love, please
Please learn to love.
Red are the eyes
of the bloodthirsty
warlords...
Unforgivable are the eyes
of those who pervert life...
but the eyes are clear
of children and angels...
Blue are the eyes that
shine in the morning sky...
these are the eyes
of the supreme
guardians
of the universe...!
Flavian Amphitheatre
the ultimate Roman colosseum
built by Vespasian
Dedicated in 80 ce
She seated fifty thousand spectators
calling for the blood of gladiators
possibly watching Christians get devoured by lions
bloodthirsty sports
Ancient Rome’s proof of lingering corruption and cruelty
280.
No to Bloodshed!
Behold the 1 you want to become more
In your eyes I am a hateful wild boar
But in truth, I can even never be a melee warrior
My physique is not fit for a gladiator
Nor for a bloodthirsty matador!
-11/20/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Bloody Poems Collection
Mockery law spoofed boycott,
Survived the beast of a desert tooth.
Hunger answered by inedible dinner goth.
Skin and bones as the cloth.
Under sieged bloodthirsty pavement,
There are no rules, full bombardment.
Struggle means risking the beguilement.
Why be a slave when life is enfranchisement.
Swords clang and sparks fly
In this merciless battle
Death the only champion
As metal pierces skin
Red liquid oozes from wound
Blood will soak the earth once more
Bloodthirsty crowd cheers
Cries of agony echo
Death will meet him in the dust
For- Amy's Choka for a Chokehold Contest
How could they
not know!? Two
thousand years
yet the stain remains:
on the forehead...
on the heads and
hearts of their children –
We are a bloodthirsty
society. Sadly, there also
dwells the spirit, in those
red cells indelible –
become the venom
of our being when man
pulses away from God....
Once I went to a very wise man
– Of whom, I’d been for a long a fan –
Complaining daily attacks, clashes n’ bloodshed,
N’ said, “I’m with it totally up-fed”.
But the wise man gave me such a wise reply
That there opened before my eyes a new sky.
He said, “Dear! Mercy on bloodthirsty predicators
Is a callus cruelty to all weak creatures!
Albino deer you are in such danger
Hunters have been told not to hunt you
Unfortunately, some will anyway
Because they are bloodthirsty
You are the easiest to see
With your white coat
For you do not live in snow
You live in browns and blacks and grays
Albino deer, I wish you well
If you grow to adulthood it will be a miracle
I am rooting for you
Titans Clash
The lightning, it was over-bright
Beads of sweat raining from above
titans clash in bloodthirsty flight
The lightning, it was over-bright
vaporized death exploding light
mythical violence without love
The lightning, it was over-bright
Beads of sweat raining from above
06/22/16
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.
The innocence of daughters plucked off their souls
Orphans spread wide, agony on streets
Scavenges merry on rotting heritage
Nation's sweat burning, humanity's creativity scattered in ashes
Men were not teary, nor deterred by their transience of life
They match, hoping to wreak the bloodthirsty beast
Of vengeance and wrath
They carried the future's hope in the search for peace
oh,
boastful & bloodthirsty empire
stretching yourself silly
from “sea to shining sea”
will there ever be a moment of peace
again?
must you continue
rising like yeast
to command the breadth of the world
until you become far too burnt for anyone to
enjoy
anymore?
even rome had a
pax romana
even icarus
paused for a moment to strap his sandal back up
before
flying
into
the
sun.
Hyenas,
Filthy, and salivating
I’m too afraid
To lose all my flesh
All eating villains,
And ferocious they are,
Bloodthirsty beasts
Are too deadly
Laugh loud,
When filled with flesh
All their scary mouths
Stinky and drifting blood
Only bones,
No flesh left at all
Lo, what a deadly story
A feared arena it’s
Now a ghoulish is here
Maybe for all corpses
On thus doomsday
A thirst for moon,
on the mute, speechless, dark night.
Why now ?
Is this not the right to feel guilt and regret ?
When the snow was falling ?
Who is going to ask the questions ?
From the bloodthirsty bed
where the moon slept last night ?
Slowly the alienation melts.
You wanted to lead a normal life.
Sometimes a poem wakes?
in the body.
Was it a déjà vu ?
Bird-snow ?
Satish Verma