Poems About Vampires Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about vampires published by members recently online.
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
21st May 2024 2:07pm
21st May 2024 2:07pm
Cloudy night
Cloudy night
There's a cloudy night and it's raining there's not many people on the street, the perfect time for hunting, to find myself a treat
People with the hoods up, trying hard to keep dry in the rain, eyes fixed on their mobile phones, they've disengaged their brain
Like a Barn Owl in flight I'm silent, I'm a quiet as a grave, they never hear me coming, it's the pretty ones I crave
Always it's the same, I love it when they freeze with the look of fear inside their eyes, it's over in an instant they've soon been glamoured and mesmerized
...
There's a cloudy night and it's raining there's not many people on the street, the perfect time for hunting, to find myself a treat
People with the hoods up, trying hard to keep dry in the rain, eyes fixed on their mobile phones, they've disengaged their brain
Like a Barn Owl in flight I'm silent, I'm a quiet as a grave, they never hear me coming, it's the pretty ones I crave
Always it's the same, I love it when they freeze with the look of fear inside their eyes, it's over in an instant they've soon been glamoured and mesmerized
...
#vampires
186 reads
4 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
Draculina
she was crying with a gun in her mouth
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
#dark
#Halloween
#vampires
114 reads
3 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
Draculina
she was crying with a gun in her mouth
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
#dark
#Halloween
#vampires
114 reads
3 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
30th Oct 2024 11:13pm
Draculina
she was crying with a gun in her mouth
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
the smell of her families blood around
I asked “who did this?”
as tears ran down her face
her silence disturbed me
still I extended my hand, then told her
“why die when you could live forever?”
she was a bit on the wild side
I shrugged it off as her being young
though her actions were bothersome
ripping kids heads off
running after pregnant women
tearing the fetus from the belly
I’m a monster, but it still made me sick
I might be a murderer
but more of the gentle...
#dark
#Halloween
#vampires
114 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
The Blood
a pinch of nutmeg
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
#love
#alcohol
#mirror
#vampires
#myself
257 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
The Blood
a pinch of nutmeg
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
#love
#alcohol
#mirror
#vampires
#myself
257 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
The Blood
a pinch of nutmeg
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
#love
#alcohol
#mirror
#vampires
#myself
257 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
The Blood
a pinch of nutmeg
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
#love
#alcohol
#mirror
#vampires
#myself
257 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
1st Jul 2023 2:14pm
The Blood
a pinch of nutmeg
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
on top of your thoughts
intimate and unruly mixing
a touch of cardamom
on top of the most hidden parts
of your animal instincts
a scent of star anise
in your armpits and on your fingertips
in the sweat of your knees
smoked paprika salt
to sweeten your vital liquids
running through your open cracks
fresh turmeric and chamomile
to flavor your saliva
and thin the blood, the blood
you turn the blood into water
the water turns into wine
and the wine mixes with the...
#love
#alcohol
#mirror
#vampires
#myself
257 reads
4 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
16th Oct 2020 1:40am
16th Oct 2020 1:40am
She ...
.. ...
My *male intuition*...
My thoughts
My precognitions
She is air
She is sea breeze
She...
The wrinkles in my bed sheets...
Form her fangs ...
But not my dawns
She...
It is so easy to write a love poem
And complicate it until it gets gothic
It is so easy to become an intricate hunter
... ... ...
________________________________________________________________________
Image: *Love and Pain (Vampire)* a painting by Edvard Munch -1895-
My *male intuition*...
My thoughts
My precognitions
She is air
She is sea breeze
She...
The wrinkles in my bed sheets...
Form her fangs ...
But not my dawns
She...
It is so easy to write a love poem
And complicate it until it gets gothic
It is so easy to become an intricate hunter
... ... ...
________________________________________________________________________
Image: *Love and Pain (Vampire)* a painting by Edvard Munch -1895-
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
677 reads
8 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
16th Oct 2020 1:40am
16th Oct 2020 1:40am
She ...
.. ...
My *male intuition*...
My thoughts
My precognitions
She is air
She is sea breeze
She...
The wrinkles in my bed sheets...
Form her fangs ...
But not my dawns
She...
It is so easy to write a love poem
And complicate it until it gets gothic
It is so easy to become an intricate hunter
... ... ...
________________________________________________________________________
Image: *Love and Pain (Vampire)* a painting by Edvard Munch -1895-
My *male intuition*...
My thoughts
My precognitions
She is air
She is sea breeze
She...
The wrinkles in my bed sheets...
Form her fangs ...
But not my dawns
She...
It is so easy to write a love poem
And complicate it until it gets gothic
It is so easy to become an intricate hunter
... ... ...
________________________________________________________________________
Image: *Love and Pain (Vampire)* a painting by Edvard Munch -1895-
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
677 reads
8 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
16th Oct 2020 1:40am
16th Oct 2020 1:40am
She ...
.. ...
My *male intuition*...
My thoughts
My precognitions
She is air
She is sea breeze
She...
The wrinkles in my bed sheets...
Form her fangs ...
But not my dawns
She...
It is so easy to write a love poem
And complicate it until it gets gothic
It is so easy to become an intricate hunter
... ... ...
________________________________________________________________________
Image: *Love and Pain (Vampire)* a painting by Edvard Munch -1895-
My *male intuition*...
My thoughts
My precognitions
She is air
She is sea breeze
She...
The wrinkles in my bed sheets...
Form her fangs ...
But not my dawns
She...
It is so easy to write a love poem
And complicate it until it gets gothic
It is so easy to become an intricate hunter
... ... ...
________________________________________________________________________
Image: *Love and Pain (Vampire)* a painting by Edvard Munch -1895-
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
677 reads
8 Comments
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