Least Read Poems About Vampires
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Beguiling
Pale skin bathed in ink
now teeters on the brink
awaiting the final hour
awaits this red christening
When these unholy halves
finally do become whole
are then able to extol
these darkest of virtues
For their truths and lies
share the same alibis
each needs something sharp
to again dull the pain
Knowing how an evil smile
can always then beguile
inspiring this wicked rite
when the kiss becomes a bite
now teeters on the brink
awaiting the final hour
awaits this red christening
When these unholy halves
finally do become whole
are then able to extol
these darkest of virtues
For their truths and lies
share the same alibis
each needs something sharp
to again dull the pain
Knowing how an evil smile
can always then beguile
inspiring this wicked rite
when the kiss becomes a bite
#dark
#vampires
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Unbled
With so much remaining unsaid
I do remain here still unbled
with all of this unspilled ink
forever on the cusp, on the brink
Imagining these lines of rhyme
somehow suspended in time
strung between here and there
somehow all about yet nowhere
Still ever so eager to please
but tempered with a need to tease
I make the most out this game
regardless of what I hope to reclaim
With a wink and glistening smile
I again now seek to beguile
whisper words only you can hear
making my meaning...
I do remain here still unbled
with all of this unspilled ink
forever on the cusp, on the brink
Imagining these lines of rhyme
somehow suspended in time
strung between here and there
somehow all about yet nowhere
Still ever so eager to please
but tempered with a need to tease
I make the most out this game
regardless of what I hope to reclaim
With a wink and glistening smile
I again now seek to beguile
whisper words only you can hear
making my meaning...
#vampires
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Snakeskin Soul And A Lipstick Heart
Through nebulous undertones
And a snakeskin soul
She sauntered over to the bar
"What'll it be"
"The usual"
"Lady I never saw you before"
Looking him up and down appraisingly
"Well then, time to start new traditions"
"Something cold and hard with a twist"
The bartender shook his head
Knowing better than to argue
He concocted a drink in his mind named Sexy Demon
The woman moved through the crowd
Sipping her drink and sizing up her poison
Tall short dark light mmm ...
...
And a snakeskin soul
She sauntered over to the bar
"What'll it be"
"The usual"
"Lady I never saw you before"
Looking him up and down appraisingly
"Well then, time to start new traditions"
"Something cold and hard with a twist"
The bartender shook his head
Knowing better than to argue
He concocted a drink in his mind named Sexy Demon
The woman moved through the crowd
Sipping her drink and sizing up her poison
Tall short dark light mmm ...
...
#dark
#vampires
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Buried On The Surface
The sun walks slowly to its sepulture
in the horizon, the death of a day
as the cooling blanket of night covers
her creatures all, the beasts and the lovers
Moonlight caresses the catafalque stone
as if to query the desire to rise
whispers of the ancient ones sing to me
hymns of the lost souls, longing to be free
The night is clear though I see no starlight
wrought with the overcast of emotions
such a deluge, this downpour of desire
moving me, as sights and sounds inspire
Walking the world unseen and...
in the horizon, the death of a day
as the cooling blanket of night covers
her creatures all, the beasts and the lovers
Moonlight caresses the catafalque stone
as if to query the desire to rise
whispers of the ancient ones sing to me
hymns of the lost souls, longing to be free
The night is clear though I see no starlight
wrought with the overcast of emotions
such a deluge, this downpour of desire
moving me, as sights and sounds inspire
Walking the world unseen and...
#loneliness
#dark
#vampires
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Dark Inklings
I have always been a creature of the night
always dabbling in the delight
of its cool bedewed darkness
still bathing in the thrill
of each and every inky spill
wearing my ink with pride
writing my lines ever bold
virtues bought then finally sold
with a mere turning of the page
penning this bled poetry of my age
always dabbling in the delight
of its cool bedewed darkness
still bathing in the thrill
of each and every inky spill
wearing my ink with pride
writing my lines ever bold
virtues bought then finally sold
with a mere turning of the page
penning this bled poetry of my age
#night
#vampires
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Thirsting
I find myself lost within the night
an eternal prisoner of the write
with this need to bleed
this thirst for blackest ink
while I both flee and chase
dark reflections I must face
in every vacant mirror
in every forbidden dawn
still another sacrificed pawn
lured by this poetic curse
knowing it is for better or for worse
an eternal prisoner of the write
with this need to bleed
this thirst for blackest ink
while I both flee and chase
dark reflections I must face
in every vacant mirror
in every forbidden dawn
still another sacrificed pawn
lured by this poetic curse
knowing it is for better or for worse
#night
#vampires
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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The Masque of Beauty
Beauty allows it all to hide
all of these dark desires denied
kept under the surface
of just another pretty face
For all that you now see
merely hides the truth of me
an ugliness so vile
beneath this perfect smile
Allowing me to be exact
in these pawns that I attract
one at a time
seduced by my lulling rhyme
For this is how I draw my ink
by bringing you to the brink
promising such eternal bliss
with the brush of just one kiss
Since everyone still knows
how each passion then flows ...
all of these dark desires denied
kept under the surface
of just another pretty face
For all that you now see
merely hides the truth of me
an ugliness so vile
beneath this perfect smile
Allowing me to be exact
in these pawns that I attract
one at a time
seduced by my lulling rhyme
For this is how I draw my ink
by bringing you to the brink
promising such eternal bliss
with the brush of just one kiss
Since everyone still knows
how each passion then flows ...
#beauty
#vampires
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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An Unholy Ink
The blood that I bleed
is the want that I need
crimson in all of its flow
disclosing all it does know
An ink meant to be bled
pens a poetry to be read
drowning the virgin page
in a fit of both love and rage
For confessions in the night
beneath a taper burning bright
foretell another wicked spell
these dark desires I cannot quell
Never meant to be the first
I now do hunger then thirst
for a taste so ferrous sweet
each time respells my defeat
Yet this is my chosen way ...
is the want that I need
crimson in all of its flow
disclosing all it does know
An ink meant to be bled
pens a poetry to be read
drowning the virgin page
in a fit of both love and rage
For confessions in the night
beneath a taper burning bright
foretell another wicked spell
these dark desires I cannot quell
Never meant to be the first
I now do hunger then thirst
for a taste so ferrous sweet
each time respells my defeat
Yet this is my chosen way ...
#vampires
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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A Shallowed Grave
Inspired by the poem
"Buried on the Surface"
by Thor_azine
It is the one place
I can bury all my past
pretend it cannot then last
beyond this moment I face
Just a sinner of soul and skin
I hide veiled within the night
consummate each unholy rite
unfinish everything I dare begin
Courting every unearthly pleasure
to make myself then whole
pure hedonism my only goal
with all of its most carnal pleasure
For I love this sweet ferrous taste
upon these parched ruby lips ...
"Buried on the Surface"
by Thor_azine
It is the one place
I can bury all my past
pretend it cannot then last
beyond this moment I face
Just a sinner of soul and skin
I hide veiled within the night
consummate each unholy rite
unfinish everything I dare begin
Courting every unearthly pleasure
to make myself then whole
pure hedonism my only goal
with all of its most carnal pleasure
For I love this sweet ferrous taste
upon these parched ruby lips ...
#vampires
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
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Quench
These dark demonic throes
within this pen that forever flows
leaves me left marooned
stranded here upon this page
abandoned by another age
when blood and ink
kept me again on the brink
of some ever-tidal spill
a true transcription of my will
only to be read after I am dead
within this pen that forever flows
leaves me left marooned
stranded here upon this page
abandoned by another age
when blood and ink
kept me again on the brink
of some ever-tidal spill
a true transcription of my will
only to be read after I am dead
#vampires
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Scarlet
Blood red
red blood
the inevitable flood
weeping for a seeping life bled
carrying it all
within the veinal wall
but not at all in vain
for vanity always does deny
all of its biology
like some trite syllogy
thrown out at dinner parties
to feign a little erudition
but all the while
behind a faked smile
the clock is forever
kept in view
each tock ticked
as the salty wound is licked ...
red blood
the inevitable flood
weeping for a seeping life bled
carrying it all
within the veinal wall
but not at all in vain
for vanity always does deny
all of its biology
like some trite syllogy
thrown out at dinner parties
to feign a little erudition
but all the while
behind a faked smile
the clock is forever
kept in view
each tock ticked
as the salty wound is licked ...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#vampires
#confessional
#wisdom
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A Thirst
Parched lips still long
for all that is wrong
the taste of fresh ink
the feel of a glistening flow
surrendering all I know
to bathe in this now
I want to pierce the skin
drink in all this sin
that keeps me here
keeps me content
while I strive to revive
fine lines with which to share
in the hope to eternally ensnare
for all that is wrong
the taste of fresh ink
the feel of a glistening flow
surrendering all I know
to bathe in this now
I want to pierce the skin
drink in all this sin
that keeps me here
keeps me content
while I strive to revive
fine lines with which to share
in the hope to eternally ensnare
#loneliness
#vampires
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Vampires