Vampire Poems
#vampires
Vampire poems are fantasy, gothic and fan-fiction poems about vampires. Dark atmospheric poems about vampires, the undead who prey upon humans and drink our blood. Vampires in popular culture are synonymous with lust, death, gore and beauty.
LunasChild8
Poem Published
20th Oct 2018 4:06pm
20th Oct 2018 4:06pm
Blood Lust
Allow me to introduce this young maiden
A dark-haired prime example of beauty
All bewitched by her have no idea of the nightmare that has just begun
Sit down and enjoy a cup of tea.
There’s more than meets the eye to this quiet maiden
Yet most men don’t mind joining her in bed
She drinks the blood of unsuspecting virgins
Permanently staining her lips red.
A line of copper trails down her chin
As she teasingly licks it off while staring at you
Adding some color to her bone-white skin
There’s no escape from her, no matter what...
A dark-haired prime example of beauty
All bewitched by her have no idea of the nightmare that has just begun
Sit down and enjoy a cup of tea.
There’s more than meets the eye to this quiet maiden
Yet most men don’t mind joining her in bed
She drinks the blood of unsuspecting virgins
Permanently staining her lips red.
A line of copper trails down her chin
As she teasingly licks it off while staring at you
Adding some color to her bone-white skin
There’s no escape from her, no matter what...
#dark
#death
#Halloween
#rhyming
#vampires
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BurnBlck
Poem Published
14th Sep 2018 5:26am
14th Sep 2018 5:26am
Vampyre
The body of his infernal majesty lies before me
Consumed by fire this blessed soul cries out for those who have torn through his heart in malevolence and passionate hate, contorting new meaning to a dire fate
The feeling of withering corpses clawing out of his eyes, silent worshipers of his own demise. Working to possess a false idol torn of flesh, basking in his blood cascading further down his throat with every breath. Lulling for the bittersweet embrace of death
Enshrined in crematoria, the shadows are your home now
Placing a single hand on his chest, Witnessing his...
Consumed by fire this blessed soul cries out for those who have torn through his heart in malevolence and passionate hate, contorting new meaning to a dire fate
The feeling of withering corpses clawing out of his eyes, silent worshipers of his own demise. Working to possess a false idol torn of flesh, basking in his blood cascading further down his throat with every breath. Lulling for the bittersweet embrace of death
Enshrined in crematoria, the shadows are your home now
Placing a single hand on his chest, Witnessing his...
#dark
#death
#vampires
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george4man2box
Poem Published
11th Sep 2018 2:07am
11th Sep 2018 2:07am
~ Homage to Walt Sing Matt Tilde ~
The art of the
"FAKE" deal (according
to Walt (Dizzy Take a Knee) Sing
Matt Tilde) once again
as oft iterated in previous poems,
doth (soup pearly, theoretically,
and wantonly) appertain
to anyone (abstractedly, essentially,
and loosely translated), aye ascertain
ptomaine anyone can attain
driving a hard bargain,
(sans basement prices)
utilizing her/his birdbrain,
(which might be about the size
of a child size chill blain -
mebbe acquired during
weather beaten...
"FAKE" deal (according
to Walt (Dizzy Take a Knee) Sing
Matt Tilde) once again
as oft iterated in previous poems,
doth (soup pearly, theoretically,
and wantonly) appertain
to anyone (abstractedly, essentially,
and loosely translated), aye ascertain
ptomaine anyone can attain
driving a hard bargain,
(sans basement prices)
utilizing her/his birdbrain,
(which might be about the size
of a child size chill blain -
mebbe acquired during
weather beaten...
#men
#monsters
#vampires
#dragons
#aliens
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mysticseduction
Poem Published
4th Sep 2018 12:17pm
4th Sep 2018 12:17pm
Argon walks into the Light of Day / Memoirs From The Dark Side
Light of day
Today .......I have to pause briefly, it has been it seems an eternity since I last said that word within that context.
For centuries, I like so many of my vampire brothers and sisters have been cursed to move within the darkness. To hunt , to thrive, to kill.
I the vampire Argon, one of the most vile, and feared predators to walk the earth, have killed thousands. In fact the sweet taste of blood from my most recent kill, still lingers within my mouth. and their screams still echo in my ears.
I pause briefly to reflect back to ......the sensation of the...
Today .......I have to pause briefly, it has been it seems an eternity since I last said that word within that context.
For centuries, I like so many of my vampire brothers and sisters have been cursed to move within the darkness. To hunt , to thrive, to kill.
I the vampire Argon, one of the most vile, and feared predators to walk the earth, have killed thousands. In fact the sweet taste of blood from my most recent kill, still lingers within my mouth. and their screams still echo in my ears.
I pause briefly to reflect back to ......the sensation of the...
#vampires
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Rjm
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2018 7:05pm
2nd Sep 2018 7:05pm
Vampiric lust
#lust
#sex
#vampires
728 reads
11 Comments
allunamei18
Poem Published
12th Aug 2018 7:19pm
12th Aug 2018 7:19pm
the vampires muse
Reminding me of days long gone
missing the light of dawn.
how can i breathe in your scent
if all i have is spent?
You tell me one thing today
and yet you said another by the bay.
The blood runs as i begin to cry
sighing as it starts to dry.
how am i supposed to understand
when i dont even see where our feet stand?
All the tears i try to hide dont seem to matter
i feel like all i am is your meal on a platter.
so please tell me, what is the point?
i feel all i do is disappoint.
i want to retract my fangs,
before its...
missing the light of dawn.
how can i breathe in your scent
if all i have is spent?
You tell me one thing today
and yet you said another by the bay.
The blood runs as i begin to cry
sighing as it starts to dry.
how am i supposed to understand
when i dont even see where our feet stand?
All the tears i try to hide dont seem to matter
i feel like all i am is your meal on a platter.
so please tell me, what is the point?
i feel all i do is disappoint.
i want to retract my fangs,
before its...
#depression
#gothic
#vampires
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crowfly
Poem Published
29th Jul 2018 9:11pm
29th Jul 2018 9:11pm
Lestat Impression
She wore pearls, leather and lace
A harlequin mask strapped to her face
She remained, quite soon to meet
A charming gent on Bourbon Street
He appeared a deathly pale
But so handsome she began to quail
Broad-shouldered, in the best of shape
And dapper in a swirling cape
He transfixed her on the spot
Bowed and claimed the name "Lestat"
Picked her up, began to fly
And listened to his lady sigh
His teeth finally found a vein
Drove young missy quite insane
Lestat savored the taste of blood
Then pouring in...
A harlequin mask strapped to her face
She remained, quite soon to meet
A charming gent on Bourbon Street
He appeared a deathly pale
But so handsome she began to quail
Broad-shouldered, in the best of shape
And dapper in a swirling cape
He transfixed her on the spot
Bowed and claimed the name "Lestat"
Picked her up, began to fly
And listened to his lady sigh
His teeth finally found a vein
Drove young missy quite insane
Lestat savored the taste of blood
Then pouring in...
#vampires
590 reads
10 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
26th Jul 2018 9:45pm
26th Jul 2018 9:45pm
Change of Taste
#vampires
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slipalong
Poem Published
26th Jul 2018 9:06pm
26th Jul 2018 9:06pm
Batmans blood line
To do good and save the world
sworn enemies, he three evil charactures so bold
drugged him with a cocktail brew
he squealed with primitive forces born anew
into the bat cave Robin we need blood
Robin said how come we need that boss
and Batman said its to clear my head
and with an evil laugh raised his cape of darkness dread
his eyes narrowed behind the mask
they reddened his thirst like an empty flask
the infrared of a victims heat
the radar code that blind flight needs
the basic need for a crimson...
sworn enemies, he three evil charactures so bold
drugged him with a cocktail brew
he squealed with primitive forces born anew
into the bat cave Robin we need blood
Robin said how come we need that boss
and Batman said its to clear my head
and with an evil laugh raised his cape of darkness dread
his eyes narrowed behind the mask
they reddened his thirst like an empty flask
the infrared of a victims heat
the radar code that blind flight needs
the basic need for a crimson...
#vampires
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george4man2box
Poem Published
15th Jul 2018 10:05pm
15th Jul 2018 10:05pm
Cut To The Chase...And Tan Hat Man!
Though reading horror stories (macabre),
an only every now and again
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
(subsequently fueling
desperation) to save
thine scrawny arse,
(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
those rare occasions satiated, when
hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into
critical opening sentence determining,
whether adroit kingly author
nimbly setting...
an only every now and again
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
(subsequently fueling
desperation) to save
thine scrawny arse,
(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
those rare occasions satiated, when
hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into
critical opening sentence determining,
whether adroit kingly author
nimbly setting...
#vampires
#dragons
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
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archetype23
Poem Published
13th Jul 2018 5:50am
13th Jul 2018 5:50am
BROWN EYES
It sounds like she might be screaming at me
instead of being psycollogically scorned by society
sounds of lonely tales twirl in a chance within a dance
coming up to me once more
with a blonde ponytail like a whore
all I can see as she can't even talk
is a professional professor with white chalk
writing on a smitten chalk board tight
with the cock calculations written in white
and all I can see through all of her lies
is her looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes
instead of being psycollogically scorned by society
sounds of lonely tales twirl in a chance within a dance
coming up to me once more
with a blonde ponytail like a whore
all I can see as she can't even talk
is a professional professor with white chalk
writing on a smitten chalk board tight
with the cock calculations written in white
and all I can see through all of her lies
is her looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes
#happiness
#love
#vampires #unicorns
#vampires #unicorns
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HadesRising
Poem Published
12th Jul 2018 12:59pm
12th Jul 2018 12:59pm
THE WRETCHEDNESS OF I
Upon black wings of utter despair
The moon, she shines, with malice and contempt
For this one, the wretchedness of I
Forgive me, Mother
What have I done?
I cannot wash the blood from my hands
They are stained with the dead and the dying
All the sacrifices I’ve made for you
Mother, keep me safe from the hateful dawn
And clutches, the torches, of his wrathful spawn
Cold may be the night but your light is pure
Together we leave a trail of the spiteful torn
Will the blood suffice, that I offer ...
The moon, she shines, with malice and contempt
For this one, the wretchedness of I
Forgive me, Mother
What have I done?
I cannot wash the blood from my hands
They are stained with the dead and the dying
All the sacrifices I’ve made for you
Mother, keep me safe from the hateful dawn
And clutches, the torches, of his wrathful spawn
Cold may be the night but your light is pure
Together we leave a trail of the spiteful torn
Will the blood suffice, that I offer ...
#love
#moon
#night #vampires
#night #vampires
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