Vampire Poems - Poems about Vampire

I look in the mirror and nothing is there. I cry but there’s no trace of tears. I scream and the night wind answers my call. I am just what everyone fears. I fly through the shadows under the moon. In darkness I’ve hunted and fed. I bleed through the alleys, my hunger as guide And I follow wherever I’m led. I am...

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Veil of midnight, shroud of ache, A hollow heart begins to wake, Unfed, unwhole, in shadow curled, Craving life within this world. A wraith unseen yet bound to thirst, The agony—a wicked curse, Flesh untouched but essence bled, Hungering for what is shed. Through trembling dark and...

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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...

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By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace, No mirror shows my pale, sharp face. Stake through heart? Please, not today— I dodge those stakes and run away. Garlic bread? You think I'll drool? I've got a stash behind the stool. Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint, Sunscreen 50 is my saint. I drink your blood, but don't take fright— It's just a snack to get...

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they said he drained them — not with charm but with a syringe. office door closed, fake smile, real bad smell. the papers called him a vampire. he was worse. blood dripping in tubes, dripping like old beer from busted taps in dead bars at 2 a.m. no bats, no castles, just a slob in a tie, a geek who found horror in a bored suburb. he worked next to...

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beneath the shroud of moonlit mist he waits with lips like poisoned wine his touch a whisper, cold as death his promise sweet as love divine his voice, a hymn of midnight vows a song spun soft in shadowed breath each word a silken strand of fate that lures me to his velvet death his kiss ignites, his hunger claims my pulse dissolves in...

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there was a young rake named Beck who picked up a young vampiress in Quebec he took her home to his bed in the morning woke up dead with a pair of fang marks in his........ ...

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With eyes that pierce the darkest night/ He weilds the most powerful psychic mind/ A black hole inside his chest/ Devouring any and all energy/ Every past life, a memory combined/ In a single soul, entwined, refined/ The King of Kings, feared by the Devil's lair/ A crown of crowns, in shadows rare/ Most beautiful, yet terrifying to behold/ A tale of power, dark...

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but to be your sky must I paint the moon in red ~ valentine vampire...

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Let's dance for the dead, In beautiful nightmares, And together we create the most eccentric tragic story, No one has foreseen, Will you be my Vampire? ...

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Eeevile in the realm of the Undead Chilled blood red cold Vampire vexation - sexy at best. Wrapped in comfortable uncomfortable silence Silence so sharp - you can feel the fangs at your neck. Sanctimonium or sanctimonious Vampires dripping of sophistication They make a show of letting you know That morally they ARE the BY FAR With eyes so dark, so deep, so very...

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Vampire bat looks for a tasty treat Blood is the only thing he will eat He bites pink flesh with his razor teeth Lapping up warm blood that flows beneath...

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Stolen from story book disbelief Leather cape swoop, hooks my veins Fork prong fangs drink, blood drains Bubble in ruby bead eyed thief Gurgle as furry gargoyle fills Helicopter hurricane flurry vanishes ...

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Barnabas Dracula Kitty Barnabas darts deep in my closet each dawn I go feed him at sunset but poof he’s gone On Halloween night I spot Barny in flight His sharp fangs and black cape greeting kids on the lawn ...

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The Vampire who changed his name to Dorian Gray (A lone voice whispers) I've seen crazy things Mortal man should never see Done and experienced acts of such depravity in candle lit Incense filled bedrooms And chambers Secrets I'll take when I'm called to the tomb Sailed in slow-moving ships and endless Wet hips around the world Not just in this My present life But...

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