come sit with me
not so close -
oh go on then
you’re chillingly cute
most mute and pasty
and today
i have the stale mulligrubs
lay and play with me
lap a little
dip the lip if you want
drink -
sip me witless
hop on my knee
now nuzzle nearer
suck all sludgy emotions
tipple me my toothy nibbler
your raven locks match my socks
your eyes bluebottle black
a bruised butternut scents your syrup
i drip for you
dribble over my wetness
all damsel damp and drooly
let us gastronomically guzzle
after all
both suck and suckle
are sweetly the same
mouths wanting
a drain for their pain
dance me drowsy
in your blood flush
and deathly gurgle
oh do that again
my limpid snuggle
Blood, divine and sweet,
Swigging on vampiric tastes,
Victims, screams and bleats.
The lilac haze of Dawn creeps up,
With the stealth of a vampire.
Bleeding glistening red droplets into
The blue-black veined forest
And to the monochromatic hills beyond.
~I dissected and reworded Deborah Guzzi's poem Vampiric Dawn~
The Dawn crept over the
monochromatic hills
with the stealth of a vampire.
Bleeding into blue-black veined forest
through a lilac haze.
Black like the crow,
Lost in the snow.
It's eye sparkling like her blood,
Burning into my cold flesh.
Her whispers lost in my mind.
The memory of her face,
Just a figment of my past life.
Her gaze upon me no more.
Many years of a wasteful life,
Wasteful time thinking of her.
The Gothic bells of death mean nothing to me
Just to see her one more time,
To taste her blood.
My fangs run deep
Yet how far can they go
Before she disappears in the dark world,
That consumed me long ago.
My lonely eyes watches the black crow
Flying above this world.
Watching me as the cold flacks stick to my face
Never melting, even as my eyes glow red.
She saw me not as the monster,
But as something she could love.
Let thou hear these simple words
For thou saw through my devil eyes.
A Vampiric Love Story.
A dark fairytale of my heart
Not written for a happy ending.
I lost her surrounded by the white of snow,
A cold grave for the one I love.
For the dark world will never hold such beauty.
I am forever Alone.
My love is lost.
I see the blood drip down your neck,
& I go crazy just to get,
a little closer to the spot,
that I can see because its "hott,"
the pain you feel is pleasure too,
it makes you wonder what I'll do,
to get a taste of that luscious blood,
but Im thinking about what its done,
to my friend, and why you're like this,
but thinking now, just to spite its,
pain, I know you are feeling,
I want that feeling, and I want you healing, so as I drink you are wondering,
"will she kill me, what is comming?,"
and so after I am done,
you look at me, like that was fun.
"Now its your turn," I say,
as I cut a little away,
you look excited and you look away,
You see me cringe but you stray,
this excites you,you want it now,
as you begin to drink, you think "WOW!," this is exciting and very, very fun,
but you drink a little too much... IM GONE!
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.