Vamps Poems | Examples

A Bantu Walks Into a Bar

Wet Crows huddled in a tree
Golf carts in the rain


The wind holds its breath
sad bagpipes whine


a wolf-like predator
a trail of Cheerios


Owl’s feathers
silence amid the noise


no place to go
six cats on a marble floor


playing at the dinner table
French fry vamps


Movie matinee
A popcorn fantasy


John G. Lawless
©3/26/2023

Darkness Never Sleeps

Temptress beside the river 
she beckons me from a hill
Lust permeates my body 
driven insane by her shrill
Temptation does pirouettes
Dancing naked within reach 
unquenched and oozing fire 
let me taste you, I beseech 

Temptress blindfolds my eyes 
her suiters are nothing like me
Ego seduces the conscience 
when passes are seemingly free 
Temptation is wearing a veil
insatiable between the sheets 
Together we undulate in sin
as her hair caresses my feet 

Temptress is a hall of mirrors
warping everything I can’t see
Projecting a sirens darkness 
into surrealistic fantasies 
Temptation controls the mist
morphing through my dreams
Brings me inside quasi heaven 
slave to her orgasmic screams

Temptress is an open invite 
closed mind’s always cheat
Spiked was the vamps chalice 
alas addiction’s bitter sweet 
Temptation, I sup her last drop
then go searching for desert 
Back into the vales of yonder 
one hour before she gave birth 


By
David Kavanagh

The Ungrateful Dead

Oh say can you see the land of the freebie 
and the home of the ungrateful bleating
where borders are blown wide open by vote vamps 
to the glee of coyotes -desperados -the depraved..
Stars and stripes replaced by the heartless-shooting blanks
where elitist stick shanks into the faith of good people
who're deemed racist for standing for a starry banner.. disgraced-

The trinity was tossed long ago into cancel culture canyon
were last seen thumbing it down route 666 in a flash flood
as the cultists put another bullet in honest Abe's head
while looters and rioters and cop killers were martyred 
working class stiffs were slit open- bled out from either end...
into the collection plate of the jackass-fascist and Uncle Sham...
where goodness was woven into the fabric of evil and mayhem
upon burning looms of crooked buffoons and bull horn goons...
in the land of the freebie and the home of the ungrateful dead-

Alice In the Real World

Alice Run! 
Down Down, the rabbit hole!
A secrete place
Escape away
Monsters and Goblins
Just tales of old
Vamps and Witches
Only exist in the real world
In that land, up above
In man, without love
In a strange land, a
Truth-twisted, God-resisted land
Man's evil addiction
Quick now Alice,
Back to fiction

Alice, no!
A girl on tv
She's a mother to be
Do they hate her
Because they fear
She not their normalsy
Beasts with nothing to do
So its all up to you
To voice and say
She's not a freak, she's not ugly
Oh Alice, what will we do?

Evil is real
Not pretend, not fiction
It is that of man
With no Godly conviction
Oh Alice, take me with you
Down Down, the rabbit hole
Lets leave behind 
The obsene real-world
I hear the victims cry
And the headstones say
Come a lil closer
We're still hungry

But Alice is sane
As sane as a mad-hatter
She'll stand the test of time
Alice can see up rabbit hole
And perhaps in time
In this land of rhyme
She'll see no reason to go

Scorpions and Horses

Tonight I'll saddle up the scorpion
kicking to hell its armored flanks
ratchet legs charging straight ahead
poison lance hovering above my head
claws snapping at the cooling desert wind,
hunting for fiery pieces of moon tinged sin.
I'll romp with a band of glass blown vamps
in Bosh's tasselled garden of earthly delights-
Come sunrise, i'll dismount my poisonous tank
don a tie and ride a three piece suited pegasus.

Haunting

HAUNTING


Ghosts, Goblins and Grizzled Vamps
enough to haunt the noblest man-
woe beholds your sickening souls !

Tramping within crumbled castles,
slaying innocents with their stench,
chilling spines through ghastly cries-
woe beholds your sickening souls !

Men if science, Preachers too
have searched your condemnations out-
only to know thee never so !

For a thousand decades
your bloody stories told,
by hapless victims
your sickening souls they beheld !

Vamps Fantasy

Humans are weak
But Vampires are strong

Strength of Vamps declines
Without humans blood

Let's trade blood for energy
We all need to survive

Vampires do all the works
Humans rest to feed

Attention Please

Please excuse typos, grammar, format errors, choice of words, syntax, tic tacs, tie tacks, big macs, cracker jacks, boring facts, silly tricks, pick-up stix, plots, thoughts, good guys, bad guys, bad girls, good girls, whirly girls, gyros, heroes, heroines, gyrenes, jelly beans,  trampolines, transformers, bun warmers, sailors, tailors, tattoos, old news, old shoes,  pikachus, random clues, bubble gum, bubba gumps, shrimps, chimps,  vamps, tramps, stamps, tramp stamps, dogs, cats, carrots, ferrets, parrots etcetera etcetera etcetera. I am making this stuff up as I go.

A Brewing Storm

anger, anxiety, fear, howl, natural disasters, nature, seasons,

A Brewing Storm ©


Thunder and Lightning, ‘Me Oh My’!
Blasts and ‘vamps’ its warring symbolic call
Ceiling clouds roll in a ‘smoking’ broil simmer
Pressures build, stirred to exploding crescendos 
Light-bolted charges sent to spike a ground 
Heavens open and release bright fire bolts down
Blackness is now showing cut sliced silvery veins
Few if more 'rests' between a signature storms charge 
Will stay the night for a short reprieve to woo us into not 
Sending in their hushes before the dramatic storm slammer 
Is its 'gift' of quietness for reflection to what comes next
Beware, time to take a breath and watch and listen, listen!

American's Most Scariest

You say you're not afraid
Of Were-wolves and the like
Or those blood-sucking Vamps
That fly around at night
No creature from the crypt
Could make you run and hide
And no pack of dead dog zombies
Could make you stay inside

Monsters sure know better
To stay out of your way
And if they don't, they know
That they will have to pay
You say you are the reason
That ghosts are pale and white
And ghouls and goblins only dare
To come out late at night

Now, I've known you just a few years
And I'll confess it's true
I've never met a person
More scarier than you
I remember the very day
I was most, feared, for my life
When I signed those legal papers
That made you my X-wife

                                     JTCurtis   Oct 2014

The Vamp

Cunning were her noxious machinations,
Choosing those who never stood a chance.
Masterful projecting of temptations,
Brilliant timing, her alluring glance.

Naive innocence alerted weakness.
Perfect prey, a rug beneath her feet.
Wary of her charm, he played to meekness.
Vamps are blinded by their own conceit.

Love projecting trust her highest rated,
Self assured to win this rueful game,
But his insight unappreciated,
Destined to dethrone this queen of shame.

Midnight luggage packed as she lay sleeping,
Daybreak finding him no longer there.
Not his absence roused her ardent weeping, 
Rather, roles reversed and woe to bear.

All her hidden plans, new beau, new city,
Lost its "joie de vivre" without a chump.
Debit card replaced by selfish pity,
Catatonic stupor, being dumped. 

She was fooled, assured the man had fallen.
Not a clue his quietly keeping score.
Retribution silently came calling,
As a sliding key beneath her door.


Gene Bourne
02-19-14.

Alternating Acateletic / Cateletic end syllables
for variable texture of flow 
in this Trochaic Pentameter poem.

San Francisco Fete - Co-Authored With Thvia Shetley

Cornices, and Gargoyles with eyes turned low,
hold fast the passing in a frozen stare
as slow vapor rising from vents below
is churned by soles into thick city air.
 
Undeterred, the well-heeled leather bottom
wingtips fly past sandaled sloths at crosswalks
while clicking heels kick dead leaves of autumn
and wind their way through crowded city blocks.
 
Just above a breezy sidewalk café,
sheer fabric wafts a low-loft window sill,
two pair of empty vamps and laces lay,
removed in shameless haste and lustful will.
 
Beneath the sheets, a naked feet affair,
entwined, aligned, with dreamy souls laid bare.


Michael F. Lewis and Thvia Shetley
3/6/2013

Halloween Rispetto

Spiders spinning webs and broomsticks swooping low,
Wizards, warlocks, trolls and witches casting spells,
Ghosts and spirits float around, no place to go,
Dripping charnel houses, captives’ groans in cells,
Grinning Jack-o-Lantern, hanged men’s legs that kick,
Mummies, ghouls and bones, and smells to make you sick,
Toads and eyeballs dropped into the witches’ brew,
Zombies, vamps and werewolves plan to feed on you.

Jack Horne, 18th September, for Russell’s Ultimate Halloween contest

Wind Power

The wind blows free in my valley
Bending giant trees to her will.
Sometimes from the north, such anger spews forth
That even the sun feels her chill.

Clouds scurry around to obey her
In fear she’ll devour them as well.
In her primal pain, she lures gentle rain
To join in her demonic spell. 

In moments, fury abated,
Reverting to sweet-tempered breeze,
So mellow and light she seduces night
And vamps bright daybreak with her tease.

Won no. 3 in contest

Goo-Goo For Gaga

Six plumed vamps, posed on pointe,and smiled lewdly at the judges.
Girls stumbled across the stage and collapsed into a feather heap.
Audiences went goo-goo for their camp twist on Lady Gaga.

For Rick Parise Siju contest

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