Poetry competition CLOSED 4th August 2015 4:29am
WINNER
crowfly
crowfly
RUNNER-UP:
HadesRising
Vampire
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
a Vampire poem
Title and Description says it all.
Any Genre
Any Length
New or Old
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Any Genre
Any Length
New or Old
2 Poem Entry Max
1 Week to Enter
Have Fun
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Anonymous
VAMPIRE ARMADILLO
a grunge song
Sun rise
melt my eyes
I’ll start the grease fire
You want that with fries?
skin of scales
scorching nails
Sun went down
on me and burned my tail.
She wanted a Valentino Sheik
but she got a Vampire Armadillo freak
yeh she got an armored rat in a Desert Storm.
Muddy oasis fill my throat
I am unclean
I am unclean
Touch me feel me
I’ll give you leprosy
Bloody oasis kisses for free.
Harem of virgins, dance for me
crawl on your bellies
for my brass cup of crass
Sink, I'll sink
lower than you think
I'll rip red rubies from each writhing ass
She wanted a Valentino Sheik
but she got a Vampire Armadillo freak
yeh she got an armored rat in a Desert Storm
Nomad, don’t you scoff
I’ll bite your kuchi off
a grunge song
Sun rise
melt my eyes
I’ll start the grease fire
You want that with fries?
skin of scales
scorching nails
Sun went down
on me and burned my tail.
She wanted a Valentino Sheik
but she got a Vampire Armadillo freak
yeh she got an armored rat in a Desert Storm.
Muddy oasis fill my throat
I am unclean
I am unclean
Touch me feel me
I’ll give you leprosy
Bloody oasis kisses for free.
Harem of virgins, dance for me
crawl on your bellies
for my brass cup of crass
Sink, I'll sink
lower than you think
I'll rip red rubies from each writhing ass
She wanted a Valentino Sheik
but she got a Vampire Armadillo freak
yeh she got an armored rat in a Desert Storm
Nomad, don’t you scoff
I’ll bite your kuchi off
Vampire Lover
the sharp teeth: that’s always a dead giveaway.
she lived for the night; exotic. soul eater. blood luster.
the lustre of her lips seduced me. and her eyes.
orbs that held me captive, that knew of hell,
and not of paradise.
the nights I spent with her were more than a dream;
I have found no word for it, and I know many words.
but on other nights, she hunted. If she were
miles away, I could hear her victims scream,
felt their dying hands around my throat
as they pleaded ‘you could have prevented this!’
coward I was, betrayer, for the bounty of a kiss.
she claimed to love me, but how could I believe?
her deadly desire would in time overrule her heart,
and I knew that it would.
how can a killer not deceive?
in her bed chamber, I watch her as she sleeps,
my eyes hindered by the heavy drapes that
repel the sun’s intrusion.
I made no prayer of absolution.
she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,
glorified in the innocence of slumber.
I knew that I loved her,
that I would always love her –
and therein lies my sin.
with a steady hand, I held the stake above her heart,
and hammered it in…
the sharp teeth: that’s always a dead giveaway.
she lived for the night; exotic. soul eater. blood luster.
the lustre of her lips seduced me. and her eyes.
orbs that held me captive, that knew of hell,
and not of paradise.
the nights I spent with her were more than a dream;
I have found no word for it, and I know many words.
but on other nights, she hunted. If she were
miles away, I could hear her victims scream,
felt their dying hands around my throat
as they pleaded ‘you could have prevented this!’
coward I was, betrayer, for the bounty of a kiss.
she claimed to love me, but how could I believe?
her deadly desire would in time overrule her heart,
and I knew that it would.
how can a killer not deceive?
in her bed chamber, I watch her as she sleeps,
my eyes hindered by the heavy drapes that
repel the sun’s intrusion.
I made no prayer of absolution.
she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,
glorified in the innocence of slumber.
I knew that I loved her,
that I would always love her –
and therein lies my sin.
with a steady hand, I held the stake above her heart,
and hammered it in…
- Sanguine Seduction: Blood of the Damned -
The goddess of the damned drank of red, hot blood,
And her secret smile, she could not by means erase!
Before the doom of Atlantis in the waters of a flood,
When the children of fallen angels from out of space...
Strayed far from the causes of their unleashed chaos.
Before that fall of cold doom, I walked with demons,
When most beautiful of all they were, ere being lost.
I ignored the signs, the portents, and the fell omens...
“Red Queen, It was not the night that caught my eye,
But your eyes sparkling so delightfully in the firelight…
As you poured the wine most unholy for us to drink!
Whilst we talked of the stars that sparkle in the sky,
Enjoying the gentle music of that vast, majestic night.
So intent was all my desire that I do in honesty think:
You, were the one seducing my will; so craftily well,
That your charm played like a cat with my very own…
I sipped from your offered cup, a cruel thirst to quell.
And when we kissed, it warmed up the castle stone!”
When should I have asked the nobler gods on high?
Why all their anger drove them unto black genocide.
For even the children of the highest angels, can die...
And for them, there was no haven, no place to hide.
This goddess I sing of, was not yet called damned...
When she drank from her holy cup in Eden, of old!
But by a grand divine decree, and cruel command...
She and I, together, knew the touch of doom cold.
“I drank the wine you gave, from your full red lips,
And it tasted to my mind, like the sweetest honey…
Though it was most uncommon, for northern mead.
My arms wrapped so tightly around your full hips…
Our embrace was as a burning fire, so hot and free.
Each of us sensing in the soul, of the other’s need!
The kiss ended ere long, and you did smile serene,
Your pale white teeth glinting in the fireplace glow.
How noble is the smile from a fair, celestial queen!
I was far too innocent back then; now I do know.”
And doom I became ere long, for Atlantis too fell,
When hell-born necromancer, they called my title...
Before I was stripped of my noble divinity so well.
The goddess drinks her wine still, but passing little!
Changed entire were we, as was this entire planet.
But ne'er in the noblest spirit, for it remains strong,
More divine than they who thusly in wrath so bent,
Wrought mad death: in the name of righting wrong.
“As we dared make our love, on the black fur rug,
Your twin green eyes were blazing with mad mirth.
And once more we kissed like wantons in passion,
Whilst locked together as one, in a hot carnal hug!
I learned of the nature of the infernal wine’s worth.
When you told me, in the most sadistic of fashion…
That it was your own angelic blood, we so drank!
Now that wine flowed like flame in my own veins,
As into my flesh, your fallen angel teeth you sank…
Transforming me forever in full, with blissful pains.”
The goddess of the damned drank of red, hot blood,
And her secret smile, she could not by means erase!
Before the doom of Atlantis in the waters of a flood,
When the children of fallen angels from out of space...
Strayed far from the causes of their unleashed chaos.
Before that fall of cold doom, I walked with demons,
When most beautiful of all they were, ere being lost.
I ignored the signs, the portents, and the fell omens...
“Red Queen, It was not the night that caught my eye,
But your eyes sparkling so delightfully in the firelight…
As you poured the wine most unholy for us to drink!
Whilst we talked of the stars that sparkle in the sky,
Enjoying the gentle music of that vast, majestic night.
So intent was all my desire that I do in honesty think:
You, were the one seducing my will; so craftily well,
That your charm played like a cat with my very own…
I sipped from your offered cup, a cruel thirst to quell.
And when we kissed, it warmed up the castle stone!”
When should I have asked the nobler gods on high?
Why all their anger drove them unto black genocide.
For even the children of the highest angels, can die...
And for them, there was no haven, no place to hide.
This goddess I sing of, was not yet called damned...
When she drank from her holy cup in Eden, of old!
But by a grand divine decree, and cruel command...
She and I, together, knew the touch of doom cold.
“I drank the wine you gave, from your full red lips,
And it tasted to my mind, like the sweetest honey…
Though it was most uncommon, for northern mead.
My arms wrapped so tightly around your full hips…
Our embrace was as a burning fire, so hot and free.
Each of us sensing in the soul, of the other’s need!
The kiss ended ere long, and you did smile serene,
Your pale white teeth glinting in the fireplace glow.
How noble is the smile from a fair, celestial queen!
I was far too innocent back then; now I do know.”
And doom I became ere long, for Atlantis too fell,
When hell-born necromancer, they called my title...
Before I was stripped of my noble divinity so well.
The goddess drinks her wine still, but passing little!
Changed entire were we, as was this entire planet.
But ne'er in the noblest spirit, for it remains strong,
More divine than they who thusly in wrath so bent,
Wrought mad death: in the name of righting wrong.
“As we dared make our love, on the black fur rug,
Your twin green eyes were blazing with mad mirth.
And once more we kissed like wantons in passion,
Whilst locked together as one, in a hot carnal hug!
I learned of the nature of the infernal wine’s worth.
When you told me, in the most sadistic of fashion…
That it was your own angelic blood, we so drank!
Now that wine flowed like flame in my own veins,
As into my flesh, your fallen angel teeth you sank…
Transforming me forever in full, with blissful pains.”
- Musings of the Undead -
Part I – Ancient Am I
Ancient am I, but this life robbed me of so much!
Or has this all been one long, tortured existence?
Night is my solace, and I seek in it a peace, such,
As I have not known since I lost all my innocence.
In my heart beats such darkness as none can tell!
Though there is love too, so awful that consumes,
And despite my human face, I am born from Hell.
I have walked in castles, in temples and in tombs,
But I have found none like unto myself in all being.
Some called me a demon, others a vampire fiend!
But their mortal eyes are not as capable of seeing,
Without my true nature made, by it so demeaned.
But in the eve, I seek with my body and my spirit.
Some power, some divinity that makes me whole!
Am I dead: possessing this shell in which I do sit?
So hard is it, to tell of life from death: to console…
My maddened heart, which beats with that flame,
Which came from out of the depths of the Inferno.
I cannot repent, and I cannot feel any real shame,
For I cannot be, other than the nature I do know!
And so, I embrace the night, loving the Goddess.
She who took me under her greatest ebon wings!
I drink, of her blood, and it cures all my distress.
Whilst I do hear the darkness and how this sings!
How many vessels have been consumed, ashen,
By the fire that is in my soul; it devours entirely…
Until I find the purest love, to ease every burden!
Then those fires will be sated, at rest contentedly.
Was I so wicked once upon the times now past?
In my pursuit, of knowledge forbidden and fell…
Had I known that my humanity could not so last?
But my first body is no more: the discarded shell.
I wear fresher raiment and I walk a hidden path,
Until that hour, when my old glories shall return…
And, all the gods who cursed me feel true wrath.
I am not of the living; so, let every universe burn!
Part II – Forbidden Fruits
Had I tasted the forbidden fruits so sweetly fine,
As the blood from your lips as was so offered…
Your porcelain features; white, perfect, sublime!
Complimenting the scarlet thus swiftly conferred.
Had I, then I would have been ideally readied…
To compare it, to some ideally sweet ambrosia!
Only the gods of Heaven can beautifully bleed…
Redder, than the pomegranate picked in Persia!
Behold: for you live, and thence, shall become…
That which I am; a daughter of my infernal flesh!
For did you not taste of my life as thusly done…
With your life’s breathing: ever sweet and fresh?
So young to die and be reborn in this cruel way!
Yet so, your beauty shall hence endure, eternal.
You will thank me, when gone past is mad day,
And night arouses in you feelings cruelly primal.
Our love will be much more savage and honest…
Freed from the foolish trappings, of convention.
My fangs pierced you deep unto the fair breast!
Like Cupid’s arrows of love’s fiery intervention;
A remnant of your mortal shell: to forever wear.
Your body will be your whitest wedding attire…
Alive, far beyond death: with naught to compare.
I, the groom, shall give you a truly warm hellfire!
Sleep for now, and thence awaken to my eyes,
The first you shall see before the sacred hunger.
We will then dance, beneath the blackest skies!
And our passion will roar loudly as the thunder.
Part I – Ancient Am I
Ancient am I, but this life robbed me of so much!
Or has this all been one long, tortured existence?
Night is my solace, and I seek in it a peace, such,
As I have not known since I lost all my innocence.
In my heart beats such darkness as none can tell!
Though there is love too, so awful that consumes,
And despite my human face, I am born from Hell.
I have walked in castles, in temples and in tombs,
But I have found none like unto myself in all being.
Some called me a demon, others a vampire fiend!
But their mortal eyes are not as capable of seeing,
Without my true nature made, by it so demeaned.
But in the eve, I seek with my body and my spirit.
Some power, some divinity that makes me whole!
Am I dead: possessing this shell in which I do sit?
So hard is it, to tell of life from death: to console…
My maddened heart, which beats with that flame,
Which came from out of the depths of the Inferno.
I cannot repent, and I cannot feel any real shame,
For I cannot be, other than the nature I do know!
And so, I embrace the night, loving the Goddess.
She who took me under her greatest ebon wings!
I drink, of her blood, and it cures all my distress.
Whilst I do hear the darkness and how this sings!
How many vessels have been consumed, ashen,
By the fire that is in my soul; it devours entirely…
Until I find the purest love, to ease every burden!
Then those fires will be sated, at rest contentedly.
Was I so wicked once upon the times now past?
In my pursuit, of knowledge forbidden and fell…
Had I known that my humanity could not so last?
But my first body is no more: the discarded shell.
I wear fresher raiment and I walk a hidden path,
Until that hour, when my old glories shall return…
And, all the gods who cursed me feel true wrath.
I am not of the living; so, let every universe burn!
Part II – Forbidden Fruits
Had I tasted the forbidden fruits so sweetly fine,
As the blood from your lips as was so offered…
Your porcelain features; white, perfect, sublime!
Complimenting the scarlet thus swiftly conferred.
Had I, then I would have been ideally readied…
To compare it, to some ideally sweet ambrosia!
Only the gods of Heaven can beautifully bleed…
Redder, than the pomegranate picked in Persia!
Behold: for you live, and thence, shall become…
That which I am; a daughter of my infernal flesh!
For did you not taste of my life as thusly done…
With your life’s breathing: ever sweet and fresh?
So young to die and be reborn in this cruel way!
Yet so, your beauty shall hence endure, eternal.
You will thank me, when gone past is mad day,
And night arouses in you feelings cruelly primal.
Our love will be much more savage and honest…
Freed from the foolish trappings, of convention.
My fangs pierced you deep unto the fair breast!
Like Cupid’s arrows of love’s fiery intervention;
A remnant of your mortal shell: to forever wear.
Your body will be your whitest wedding attire…
Alive, far beyond death: with naught to compare.
I, the groom, shall give you a truly warm hellfire!
Sleep for now, and thence awaken to my eyes,
The first you shall see before the sacred hunger.
We will then dance, beneath the blackest skies!
And our passion will roar loudly as the thunder.
Dracula: The Opera
Mist rising from the twilit ground
Awake, my children of the night
The sun has retreated and the lost are found
And darkness encourages our sight
I rejoice in this perfect hour
As remnants of sleep fall away
I thrill in this surge of power
Still growing with the death of day
We're emerging in a barren land
The landscape long cursed with terror
The righteous will no longer take a stand
Their resolve has vanished in the air
My spirit will learn to dip and soar
Set sail beneath the stars above
I will step proudly on a foreign shore
Set forth and soon reclaim my love.
Mist rising from the twilit ground
Awake, my children of the night
The sun has retreated and the lost are found
And darkness encourages our sight
I rejoice in this perfect hour
As remnants of sleep fall away
I thrill in this surge of power
Still growing with the death of day
We're emerging in a barren land
The landscape long cursed with terror
The righteous will no longer take a stand
Their resolve has vanished in the air
My spirit will learn to dip and soar
Set sail beneath the stars above
I will step proudly on a foreign shore
Set forth and soon reclaim my love.
A SMALL FAVOUR
Michael bled out on the snowy forest floor. The sounds of his pursuers grew closer. Desperation and blood thirst spurned him on, willed him to get up.
He raced to get deeper into the sheltering trees. But he could feel himself getting weaker as more of his precious life blood spilled out him.
I'm not going to make it Michael thinks. A Hell hounds cry ripped though the night. Again and again, nearer every time.
He could go on no father. This is it, my end. Once more he sunk to the cool, white blanketed earth, perhaps never to rise again.
Michaels vision darkened and he felt very cold. Just before he blacked out a large shadow fell over him.
Michael bled out on the snowy forest floor. The sounds of his pursuers grew closer. Desperation and blood thirst spurned him on, willed him to get up.
He raced to get deeper into the sheltering trees. But he could feel himself getting weaker as more of his precious life blood spilled out him.
I'm not going to make it Michael thinks. A Hell hounds cry ripped though the night. Again and again, nearer every time.
He could go on no father. This is it, my end. Once more he sunk to the cool, white blanketed earth, perhaps never to rise again.
Michaels vision darkened and he felt very cold. Just before he blacked out a large shadow fell over him.
Anonymous
Vampire Weatherman
Pull up your collar when it thunders
Your power will be drained and fail
I fly my flame cloak in tornado,
smile flashing lightning in wild gale
You’ll never see lunch stains on my tie
red is the color I love most
I’m pale and handsome as the full moon.
Come follow me on radar ghost.
I am the vampire weatherman in transit
Cloud transformation dark across the sky
It’s perfect weather for all ruffled feathers
when with the vampire weatherman you fly.
Thick fog is going to creep in early
Be sure to light prayer candles now
A monstrous storm will set heads whirling,
unhitch your asses from the plows.
Breath frosty on your naked shoulder,
things will feel colder than the norm
Strong rush of chills will sweep much bolder
with rain of nails across your form.
I am the vampire weatherman in transit
Cloud transformation dark across the sky
It’s perfect weather for all ruffled feathers
when with the vampire weatherman you fly.
http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45338000/jpg/_45338377_-4.jpg
Pull up your collar when it thunders
Your power will be drained and fail
I fly my flame cloak in tornado,
smile flashing lightning in wild gale
You’ll never see lunch stains on my tie
red is the color I love most
I’m pale and handsome as the full moon.
Come follow me on radar ghost.
I am the vampire weatherman in transit
Cloud transformation dark across the sky
It’s perfect weather for all ruffled feathers
when with the vampire weatherman you fly.
Thick fog is going to creep in early
Be sure to light prayer candles now
A monstrous storm will set heads whirling,
unhitch your asses from the plows.
Breath frosty on your naked shoulder,
things will feel colder than the norm
Strong rush of chills will sweep much bolder
with rain of nails across your form.
I am the vampire weatherman in transit
Cloud transformation dark across the sky
It’s perfect weather for all ruffled feathers
when with the vampire weatherman you fly.
http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45338000/jpg/_45338377_-4.jpg
Anonymous
He reached through the wall
with his long hairy arm
always when I was sleeping
always wanting to do me harm
His face was blurred
but so familiar
returning, at the beginning, night after night
into my bed saying "I'm gonna kill ya"
His teeth were pointed and large
and he smelled of putrid sweat stain
but what I did not understand
is what he hoped to gain
Only arriving at night
when all was dark in the house
he came in with a bang
and left as quiet as a mouse
Who was he? What was he?
I did not even know
just before he would leave
he laughed at me screaming out of control
Grabbing for me
trying to pull me in
was it because I believe
or because I had sinned
Was he attracted by the rush of my blood
Was he human or just a vampire feeding
upon my bad memories
or did he get off leaving me emotionally bleeding
That giant arm thrust; it heaved and pulsated
always crashing through the wall
beside me, as I would sleep
his open hand reached toward me hoping to maul
Returning once a week for years
he brought with him all my insecurities and fears
and he raped me through my tears
I asked for forgiveness, please God, remove the memories
I felt his maleness
when I woke up gasping for breath
one thing I knew for sure is
that if I didn't wake up, he was coming for death
with his long hairy arm
always when I was sleeping
always wanting to do me harm
His face was blurred
but so familiar
returning, at the beginning, night after night
into my bed saying "I'm gonna kill ya"
His teeth were pointed and large
and he smelled of putrid sweat stain
but what I did not understand
is what he hoped to gain
Only arriving at night
when all was dark in the house
he came in with a bang
and left as quiet as a mouse
Who was he? What was he?
I did not even know
just before he would leave
he laughed at me screaming out of control
Grabbing for me
trying to pull me in
was it because I believe
or because I had sinned
Was he attracted by the rush of my blood
Was he human or just a vampire feeding
upon my bad memories
or did he get off leaving me emotionally bleeding
That giant arm thrust; it heaved and pulsated
always crashing through the wall
beside me, as I would sleep
his open hand reached toward me hoping to maul
Returning once a week for years
he brought with him all my insecurities and fears
and he raped me through my tears
I asked for forgiveness, please God, remove the memories
I felt his maleness
when I woke up gasping for breath
one thing I knew for sure is
that if I didn't wake up, he was coming for death
So succulent
the slender
slope of flesh
that travels to your
clavicle
where the constellations
of my cravings
course and coalesce
So intoxicating
is your
incense
inflaming my senses
firing fervid
frenzied fevered
fingers flaming
through my frame
sated only by
incisors sinking
savagely
in your skin
Life leeched
lustfully
lingering liquidly
lovely
pulsating
prettily pouring
perfectly
poetically
Destined
drink
of death
Divine.
the slender
slope of flesh
that travels to your
clavicle
where the constellations
of my cravings
course and coalesce
So intoxicating
is your
incense
inflaming my senses
firing fervid
frenzied fevered
fingers flaming
through my frame
sated only by
incisors sinking
savagely
in your skin
Life leeched
lustfully
lingering liquidly
lovely
pulsating
prettily pouring
perfectly
poetically
Destined
drink
of death
Divine.
Anonymous
A New World Order
As I stand before him I know the world has changed forever and the new rulers have brought with them darkness.
They allow the light to break through on occasion only to keep the prey alive.
Humans are no longer the top of the evolutionary pyramid.
I suppose I should thank him for turning me as now I can feed on the miserable and in this gain feelings of happiness.
They scream, run, and hide but our senses can seek them out easily with the smell of blood in the air.
The new cattle, scared and cowering at being treated as they have treated so many creatures before us.
Possibly they deserve the punishment brought upon them for their acts of cruelty against themselves and nature.
The new world of darkness has taught them all that you cannot take indefinitely without consequence.
We hunt them dragging the bodies out into the open as we have our feasts and parties among our large bon fires.
Blood runs through the streets of the once great cities and they cower before us begging.
Did they spare the animals that feared them using them for sport or consider the impact of these actions.
So many things are dead now, we are dead now and so they die now.
I cannot resist hunting them, it is my nature and the screams have little impact as the blood pulses
through my veins and I move as a shadow with amazing speed through the darkness to find another.
As I stand before him I know the world has changed forever and the new rulers have brought with them darkness.
They allow the light to break through on occasion only to keep the prey alive.
Humans are no longer the top of the evolutionary pyramid.
I suppose I should thank him for turning me as now I can feed on the miserable and in this gain feelings of happiness.
They scream, run, and hide but our senses can seek them out easily with the smell of blood in the air.
The new cattle, scared and cowering at being treated as they have treated so many creatures before us.
Possibly they deserve the punishment brought upon them for their acts of cruelty against themselves and nature.
The new world of darkness has taught them all that you cannot take indefinitely without consequence.
We hunt them dragging the bodies out into the open as we have our feasts and parties among our large bon fires.
Blood runs through the streets of the once great cities and they cower before us begging.
Did they spare the animals that feared them using them for sport or consider the impact of these actions.
So many things are dead now, we are dead now and so they die now.
I cannot resist hunting them, it is my nature and the screams have little impact as the blood pulses
through my veins and I move as a shadow with amazing speed through the darkness to find another.
